Chapter 5— #2
I sit down on the long side of the bed, leaning back on my hands to watch him take off his hoodie and shirt in one go. He chucks the bulk toward the chair, then gets to unlacing his boots.
I kick my sneakers off in response too.
When he straightens, I finally get a good, long look at him. He’s marvelous. Lean muscle flexes under my attention, drawing my curiosity to his tattoos. The designs spread up his shoulders and over his chest.
Both sides are covered with ink of images and words. I make out some skulls, tendrils of smoke and snakes, all in a very dark theme. I associate them with violence and death. A dark past perhaps ?
My eyes skip over his smooth chest and latch onto the trail of hair disappearing in the waistband of his jeans.
I bite my lip as my thighs twitch. I remember him mentioning being pierced in more places than just his tongue, and since I can now see it’s not his nipples…
We’ll, I’m thrilled is an understatement.
Ash pulls out his phone and queues some music before setting it down on the nightstand.
I open my legs for him to step in between, and when he does, the bulge of his fly is at my eye level, daring me.
I push off and reach for his button.
“Nu-uh.” His grip cuffs my wrists. “Not so fast.”
My pussy pulses with him holding on to me, and I swallow as anticipation ripples through my core at his commanding tone.
Ash releases my wrists. “Tit for tat.” He gestures with his head toward me, his sly grin matching the quirk of his eyebrow. “Take off your top. All of it,” he demands.
I meet his smile and do as I’m told, tossing it somewhere behind me.
Ash’s grin widens. “Such a good girl.”
Heat floods my pussy at his praise. I never understood the allure behind the term until I heard it from him. I want to be good, but how can I be good if I want to do bad things?
Like really bad things. Things that normal couples didn’t do. Things that were considered dirty. Depraved.
Ash lifts his right hand to my breast, teasing my tender nipple between his fingers. His teeth rake over his bottom lip with the motion, and I wonder whether he’s remembering sucking it .
“Now you can touch me,” he finally says.
My fingers flick the button. Eyes riveting to his face, I drink in his reaction as I tug the zipper down slowly.
I notice the jerk of his Adam’s apple from anticipation. I feel it too. It rages through my veins like an inferno.
Sliding my hands in from the top, I push his jeans and boxer briefs down.
His cock bobs free.
My eyes catch on the silver captive ball ring nestled right below the head then drop to the horizontal barbell at the base of his shaft.
Not one but two?
My throat goes dry. The piercings are not the only thing suddenly intimidating me.
He’s big.
Bigger than any guy I’ve ever been with. Ash’s shaft is long and so thick I’m not entirely sure I can fit all of him.
“We’ll make it fit,” he says, reading my wide eyes and gaping mouth.
I pick my jaw off the ground when he takes my hand and slides my palm over his stiff length, curling my fingers around him.
Fuck, he feels good. His pulse beats against my palm as I stroke him root to head, his hand guiding mine. His skin is smooth, shifting over the rigid shape like silk.
Ash surrenders a moan when I tighten my grip, and my thumb teases the ring.
My needy pussy thrums at the sound of his pleasure. I need to hear more. Need to feel more.
“How does that work with condoms? ”
“You’ll still feel it,” he replies, his breath jagged. “Just not as much.”
“And you always use condoms?”
His green eyes scrutinize me briefly. Then he removes my hands, taking them by the wrists again. “I make rare exceptions,” he drawls, nudging me backwards onto the bed.
Pinning my arms on either side of my head, he feathers his lips over my mouth. “But I get tested regularly because sometimes they do rip.” A velvet kiss makes my eyes flutter. “I’m clean, if that’s what you’re wondering. And I can pull out before I finish.”
The weight of his hips settles in between my thighs, and his pecs brush my pebbled nipples. I tingle all over, from my fingertip to my toes, to the roots of my hair.
The friction between our bodies increases. I ache to feel him inside me.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt. “Knocking me up is not an issue. I just got out of a four-year relationship, and I never stopped taking it even though I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“Same guy for four years, huh?” His soft kisses dip below my jaw. “Sounds serious.”
I tip my head back as his lips map the front of my throat. “We were engaged, but I couldn’t go through with it. So I bailed.”
Ash chuckles darkly. “To look for a thrill?”
I look down and catch the wicked glimmer in his eyes when his pierced tongue swirls my nipple in a lazy circle.
“Can’t blame a girl for wanting some excitement in her life,” I reason. “He definitely wasn’t it. ”
A slight tilt to his head, Ash stares at me in challenge. “Still looking?”
How much of a thrill could I handle? My experience level is basic at best, and he’s probably into some kinky stuff. Why else get your dick pierced? “What do you have in mind?”
“Let me blindfold you?”
I cringe. “Um… after being with a guy who was reluctant to have sex with the light on, I was really looking forward to the visual experience.”
Ash jerks up, blinking. “What?”
I release a sigh, and he must’ve read my expression that I wasn’t kidding about my disappointing sex life.
“Girl!” He rolls his eyes before they refocus on me. “Next, you’re going to tell me he didn’t eat your pussy either.”
My teeth clamp down on my lips to stifle a laugh.
Ash shakes his head, then settles back down, his face hovering inches from mine.
Eyes locked, his mouth lowers to mine. “Do you want to get properly fucked, baby girl?” he asks, amusement in his tone.
I reply with a chuckle. “Yes please.”
“Let me blindfold you, and I’ll make it worth your while.” He parts my lips with his, teasing the answer out of me.
“Fine,” I moan into him. “Just this once.”
He gives air to a hoarse laugh, then straightens on top of me, primed to push off.
Adjusting his briefs, but leaving his fly undone, Ash rushes out of the room.
I prop myself up on my elbows .
I hear a door down the hall, and he returns five seconds later, a black bandana in his hand.
“Where did you just pull that from?” I ask as he bends over me again to cover my eyes. Swift fingers work a knot at the back of my head. “It smells nice.”
“The dryer.”
I wonder what laundry detergent and sheets he uses. The notes spreading through the cloth’s fibers are dark and musky like men’s cologne, but not his. The difference is unmistakable.
His own cologne must’ve overpowered the fragrance.
“How’s that?” His fingers release the tie, hands shifting around to cradle my head. “Too tight?”
I give him a light shake. “No. It’s perfect.”
I can’t see anything. The room was already dimly lit, but with the cloth forcing my eyes shut, only darkness greets me.
I like how it feels. My anticipation rises with the loss of sight and not knowing what he’s going to do next.
And that’s not all.
I’m immediately more aware of his touch. His weight on top of me. The friction of him between my thighs.
Everything becomes heightened.
Ash hovers over me, his thumbs tracing the edges of my jaw, and I don’t need to see. I can sense the heat of his smile on my face.
“You’re perfect,” he stresses in a husky voice, his lips caressing mine.
One of his hands lets go to brace his weight as he deepens his kiss and nudges me flat onto my back.
I open my mouth to him on a moan .
Ash counters with equal sounds of pleasure. His teeth tug on my bottom lip, then nip my chin when he moves lower, his hips grinding against mine.
My eyes roll back into my skull. This is so hot.
His tongue curls into the dip of my throat, then slicks a trail down my sternum.
He drifts to one side, and I arch up when he sucks my right breast into his mouth while his hand engulfs the other, working me simultaneously.
I ride the high. He feels so good. I want him to devour me.
A desperate whimper escapes my lips, and he chuckles with satisfaction. “So needy, baby girl?”
But Ash answers my call. He straightens, and his hands come together at the front of my jeans.
I lift my hips. Patiently, he undresses me until I’m completely naked before him.
My breathing judders. He takes my knees, sliding his palms along the inside of my thighs to open me to him.
I feel the chill air of the room on me, and I shudder knowing that I’m on full display. I can’t hide anything from him. He sees me now. All of me.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his heavy hands spreading me until I can’t go any further.
His thumb traces my wet seam, back and forth, teasing me before stalling right at my clit.
The mattress shifts under his movements, and then his tongue lashes out. He thrusts it into me, spreading my seam to grant himself entrance .
My muscles tremble. Stroking my clit with his thumb while his left arm wraps around my leg to keep me from squirming, he has me close to climaxing already.
I feel it peaking.
I cry out as I thrash in his hold, my arms flailing to grab a hold of anything. I buck against his mouth.
But Ash is not done. Thrusting two fingers up into me, he does the curling motion to stroke my G-spot and sucks me harder.
He’s relentless.
He doesn’t just do this for my sake; he revels in giving me pleasure. His tongue curls inward to meet the smooth glide of his fingers. He devours me like it’s his calling. Like he’s never tasted anything so good.
And that piercing?
Each time his tongue retreats, he flicks across my clit, then slides back in. I can’t take it. It’s too much.
Ash makes me come again, and adds a third finger to his thrusting motion.
“Is my baby girl ready to get properly fucked now?” he asks, his voice drawing nearer as his fingers stretch me.
“Yes! Please,” I beg him.
He frees his hand, and I hear the rustling of his clothes.
The mattress under me tilts to the side as he sets one knee down for leverage and settles between my thighs.
Left hand on my knee, he slides the little metal ring adorning his cock across my pussy.
We both moan.
“You feel so good, baby. ”
Ash aligns the blunt head at my entrance and crowns me, giving me only the tip before sliding my leg over his shoulder. I tense. Even after all that , I feel myself stretching to fit him.
He lowers himself down to kiss me while sinking his cock gradually deeper, bit by bit. He doesn’t retreat. He drags the piercing along my tight walls, pushing on with firm intent.
It’s overwhelming.
I wrap myself around him. Matching the soothing motion of his lips, I suck in clipped breaths. There’s pain, but I relish the burn that comes with the pleasure.
I open my mouth to him, submitting to the slick demand of his tongue and letting all of him in.
Ash gives it one last push.
I flinch from the sharp sensation. A whimper makes my lips tremble against his as my pussy is forced to adjust around the thick base of his shaft. But I take the final inch he has to give.
“Good girl,” he groans into my throat, his mouth slanted over mine. “That’s it.”
Our tongues tangle as he rocks into me with increasing fervor.
His thrusts gain momentum. Ash retreats further, coming at me with more force on each drive.
He winds me up.
One hand gripping my thigh, the other one bracing himself, he straightens without slowing his pace. His breathing turns ragged. Hoarse grunts reach my ears, and my stomach tightens.
The pressure in me builds and builds until there’s no stopping it. He rails me with every inch of his pulsing length. And I feel it. Oh, do I feel it. He reaches places inside me he shouldn’t be able to reach.
Faster. Harder . The words ricochet in my head like bullets.
My toes curl. My womb contracts. With my hips angled up, I come.
I cry as my walls grip him to hold on, but the suction on his retreat counters me. He keeps pumping in and out with short quick thrusts, a low growl chasing his momentum.
His grip flexes on my thigh. Ash jerks into me, twice, then pulls out abruptly.
His weight lifts off the mattress as he flips me onto my stomach, and before I can get my bearings in the dark, he’s back. He hauls my hips up and thrusts into me from behind in one slick glide.
I thought he came already, but when he fills me again, he’s just as big and hard as before.
He fucks me harsher now, his fingertips at my hips digging into my skin. He pulls out so far, the piercing at his tip catches my clit each time before he follows up by slamming the second piece of jewelry into the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Ash plunges into me so raw and deep I clench the sheets in my fists.
My whole body trembles. I’m so close to coming again, but this time it’s more.
Maybe it’s this position. Maybe it’s his piercing pounding my G-spot combined with the external stimulation.
This time it feels like I’m going to explode.
My mouth opens, and I cry out when I go off. My walls squeeze him, clenching and unclenching to pull him into me .
Spasms rake me while his hips come at me again and again until he too finally climaxes. He locks into me in one final brutal thrust.
Ash stills, his cock jerking inside me to release every last drop.
I grind back.
I can’t help it. He feels so good inside me. I want to feel him come again.
At last, he pulls himself free. He rolls me over and rips the bandana off my head.
My eyes settle on his face, but there’s no wryly dimple at the corner of his mouth. His smirk is cold; almost cruel.
A chill races up my spine.
He holds my stare as he thrusts two fingers into me, pumping them in and out.
I can feel his cum dripping free. There’s so much of it.
“Lick them clean,” he says, bringing them up to my mouth.
My lips part on his command, and I suck them in.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he groans, his hooded gaze pinning me. “You like the taste of us, don’t you?”
I nod, swirling my tongue around his fingers, swallowing greedily.
Even though he removed the bandana, it’s all I smell. Like the scent burned itself into my mind.
Satisfied, he withdraws, but remains hovering.
“We’re gonna have so much fun together,” he promises, an unusually rough edge in his voice.
My pussy acknowledges him with a pulse. It’s a betrayal. Something in me answers the call of this dark side .
I follow the brief drop of his eyes to my lips before he kisses me. Then his groan fills me, deep and sensual like he’s kissing me for the first time.