Chapter 23
H e wakes with a groan, my lips spreading into a smile as the sound stirs from his drowsy body.
My tongue drags up the underside of his hardening dick, flicking at the piercing just under his head and then the other one in his tip.
Kaplan is perfect. I mean, my God. Thick and long and veiny.
Velvet over steel as my hand pump him into my mouth.
And his piercings? Hol-lee-shit, they’re so sexy I can’t get enough of them.
His abs clench when his pelvis gives a gentle thrust into my mouth and my core floods with heat.
I’ve never found the idea of doing this sexy before but bringing Kaplan Fritz to the pinnacle of pleasure is doing all kinds of things to me.
Filling my head with unexplored desires I never had until now.
He woke something inside me.
Dazed green eyes snap open, and he finds the mane of my dark hair hiding what is an image he seemingly doesn’t want to miss. He gathers it, dragging the impossibly long, tangled strands from my face and when our eyes meet, he groans again.
“This might be the best thing I’ve ever woken up to,” he rasps. I flick at the piercing that goes through his hole, making him grunt and tighten his grip on my hair. “I take it back. No might. This is absolutely the best thing I’ve ever woken up to.”
I hum and he moans again, this time longer.
“I told you I wanted to see your piercings,” I tell him as my mouth comes off him with a wet pop.
“Baby, I’m not complaining.” He glances over at his nightstand.
“It’s five a.m. and my alarm is set to go off in ten minutes.
Come here.” Without giving me the option, he drags me up his body until my mouth meets his, his tongue tangling with mine.
“If only we could spend all day in bed, I’d do so many wicked things to this body you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week and would be sore for a month. ”
My fingers find his nipple ring as his mouth plunders mine. I give it a small tug and he grins into my mouth.
“You have a thing for my metal.”
“And tattoos,” I proclaim, the sound turning into a moan as he reaches between my legs to play with me, rubbing a lazy finger over my clit.
He pulls back, his gaze bemused as if he’s coming to realize something. “I’ve never had morning sex before.”
“What?” My head pops up, eyes wide in the darkness of his room. He can’t be serious.
He fingers a strand of my hair, twirling it around. “Well, at least not that I can remember. I haven’t had a sleepover since medical school and even then, we were up so early after so little sleep sex wasn’t that appealing.”
“We?”
He laughs lightly at my frown. “Well, I wasn’t doing it alone.”
I shake my head. “I don’t like hearing about this.”
A thumb runs over the soft pillow of my bottom lip.
“That’s good because I plan on finding your fuckwad of an ex and murdering him.
Don’t worry, I’m experienced in these things, and no one will suspect it was me.
If you want to give me the names of your lovers before him, I can kill all those birds with one sword. ”
I roll my eyes at him.
“I’m totally serious. The idea of someone else doing to you what I did last night makes me irrationally jealous and violent.”
“No one has ever done what you did to me last night before. That was a first.”
“And a last with anyone else.”
Grasping my hips, he shifts me until I’m straddling him, rocking me forward and backward over his cock until he’s coated in my wetness. I’m so turned on I can’t think about anything other than what he’s doing to me. His piercings hit my clit with every up glide and it’s pure fucking ecstasy.
“God, what do you call that thing?”
“A penis, sweet girl. It’s called a penis. I didn’t think you were that innocent before last night.”
I let out a breathy laugh, taking over and riding him now. “I didn’t think I was either, but clearly, I was wrong. I meant that type of piercing. Obviously.”
“Obviously.” He’s grinning like a fool.
He’s so damn sexy and fun, I just want to keep playing with him. Make him smile and come all day. Seeing him like this, so relaxed, so happy, it fills my belly with a dangerous warmth I can’t think too closely about.
“The one in the tip is called a Prince Albert. The other an apadravya piercing.” He pinches my nipple, twisting it until I cry out from the zing.
“Though the Prince Albert is more about my pleasure than the apadravya, they’re both designed to hit your G-spot whether I’m taking you from the front or the back. ”
“I can attest to that,” I moan raggedly, already getting close. “Can I put you in me?”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
I smirk down at him as he continues to play with my breast, his eyes locked on the spot where are bodies are connected. “Dr. Control is relinquishing it?”
He squeezes both my breasts now, pressing them together and trussing me up. “Not even a little. I want to watch you bounce on me. Doesn’t mean I don’t have things planned while you do.”
“Oh, god,” I whimper, closing my eyes as a shiver races up my spine. Rocking faster and faster on him, so the barbell and hoop hit my clit over and over again. “This feels so good.”
“It’ll feel better in a moment. Go on, put me inside you.”
My eyes flash open and my face drops. I tilt my head and bite my lip, batting my eyelashes at him. “But you’re so big, how will you ever fit?”
“Cheeky little thing.” He grips my ass to the point of bruising and then slaps it.
Why does that feel good too? I whimper, unable to stop it and his cock grows that much harder.
“If you don’t do it, I will, and I can’t guarantee which hole I’ll plunder,” he threatens, his voice thick, his eyes growing darker.
I pause my movements, staring down at him in disbelief. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wanna find out?”
I swallow thickly. “Not this second, no.”
Rising up onto my knees, I grip his length tighter in my hand, giving him a squeeze that makes him wheeze and then I’m on him, sliding down slowly only to be met by his up thrust, burying himself in me to the hilt.
Both of us hiss out a breath and he gives me a moment to acclimate to his size because even though I was joking, he is huge.
When my body relaxes, I start to move, bouncing up and down and rocking front to back, testing to see what feels good.
Each and every time his piercings hits me just right, rubbing that magic spot, my lips part on a silent cry and the hand on his chest presses in deeper. It’s so good. So deep like this.
For a few minutes, Kaplan just lies here and watches the show, his hooded eyes all over me.
“You’re a goddess, taking pleasure on my dick like the world will end when my alarm goes off. Your tits, those large fucking mounds I haven’t even begun to explore and ruin myself in make me so hard when they bounce with you like that.”
“Pinch my nipples,” I beg, and he’s only too happy to comply.
I up my pace, time not on our side, and he grasps my hips, pounding up into me as my body lowers to meet his.
He fucks me wild like this, holding me against him as he pounds me from beneath, fast and furious, hard and unrelenting.
Nails claw at his chest and though I haven’t checked yet, I’m positive he’ll have a new set to add to the ones I put on his back last night.
Sounds and words and pleas flee my mouth, the world tilting as a delicious, curling warmth shoots like a tonic through my veins.
Shifting me, his thumb finds my clit, rubbing it just as fast as he’s fucking me and with the same amount of pressure.
Leaning back, my hands grip his shins, my body wide-open to him, and that’s what does it for me.
This angle and his fingers and his throbbing cock and I come on a loud cry that turns into a scream when he smacks my clit over and over again.
Electric pulses thrum through my body and just when I’ve reached the peak and he can no longer hold off, Kaplan clenches my hips, slams me down on him one last time, and comes with a low bellow that goes on and on just like this orgasm.
My body falls against him just as his damn alarm goes off, causing us both to groan and laugh.
“Wow. Morning sex.” He plants a kiss on my hair. “Or maybe it’s just the girl on top of me.”
I smile, everything inside me so light. I should be scared by this.
By how this all feels. By how fast it’s coming down on me after I nearly married another man a few weeks ago.
Only, I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I listened to my mother and believed her words when she described what love and relationships and marriage are all about.
And truthfully, I hadn’t seen anything else to sway me from that picture.
Until now.
Which is why I need to leave. Kaplan Fritz is Kaplan Fritz and we both agreed that keeping this at a slow, even pace was ideal.
“I need to go home and shower,” I lament with a tired sigh, trying to drag my limp, sated, sore body off his.
His hold on me tightens. “Shower here with me and then I’ll drive you home to change. We can go into the hospital together again.”
“Right. The hospital. Joy.”
He pets my hair, kissing my forehead. “Is it because of Forest? Is that why you hate it there so much?”
I stiffen and nod, my heart twists with flashes of that day.
“Fuck. And to think what I did to you. Do you want to stop working there?”
Quiet for a contemplative moment, I then whisper, “No. I’m stronger than that. I’m not a quitter.”
He kisses me again. “Don’t I know it. Try firing you.”
I twist his nipple ring and he smacks my bottom, both of us laughing, holding each other tighter.
Savoring this for another moment before we absolutely have to get up.
We shower together and Kaplan takes way too much enjoyment in lathering my naked skin in his body wash.
Then he drives me home, waiting on my sofa in the living room and working on his phone while I finish getting ready.