Chapter 18
Ziggy's words hang in the air between us, challenging me and daring me to face the truth. For weeks, I have been battling this desire for her and now, staring into her fierce, lust filled eyes, something inside me snaps.
"Fuck it," I mutter under my breath, the words barely a whisper but full with the weight of my surrender.
Ziggy's brow furrows in confusion, but before she can say anything, I grab her hand and pull her toward the door. "Elliot, where are we going?" she demands, but I don't stop. I can't.
We burst out of the bar and into the street, the cool night air hitting us like a shock. Without a word, I start speed walking, our footsteps pounding against the pavement. Our breathing comes in ragged gasps. The city lights blur around us, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds that I barely register. All I can think about is getting to the hotel, about finally plunging deep into Ziggy’s sweet pussy and giving in to the desire that has been burning inside me for so long.
Two blocks feel like an eternity, but we finally reach my hotel. I fumble for my key card, my hands shaking with anticipation. As soon as the door clicks open, I pull Ziggy inside, slamming it shut behind us. Our lips crash together in a hungry kiss. I caress her curves, desperate to feel her skin underneath her clothing. To memorize every curve and contour. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as I groan against her mouth.
"Elliot," she whispers, her voice breathless and needy. I lift her shirt up over her head, and fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bra. As I play with her, she unbuttons my pants. She tries to get my shirt off, but my arms are holding it back.
"Take your damn clothes off, St. Germain," she yells at me. When a sexy woman tells me to get naked, I do as I'm told. My clothes come off in a frenzy, discarded in a heap on the floor.
"WHAT IS THAT?" Ziggy squeals, looking down at my growing erection.
I laugh, following her line of sight. '"What?" I ask, knowing damn well what she is referring to. "Oh, that. Those are called piercings, Anatife."
Her sexy-as-sin mouth gapes open at me. "I've never slept with someone with a metal dick before," she says, almost embarrassingly.
I pull her body even closer to me, feeling weak in the knees, groaning into her neck. I quietly say, "Please let me be your first."
Ziggy pulls my lips to hers and kisses me passionately, giving me the answer I need. I lift her up and carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. I give her a look of appreciation before joining her. Instead of letting me get her undressed, she shimmies out of her jeans and boots and pulls me so that my cock is near her head. She is bold. Getting over the shock of a few piercings pretty quickly, she takes my cock into her mouth. Drawing me deep, choking on all of me, I can feel her tongue explore each barbell on the underside of my dick. Each time she swallows, tears roll from her eyes.
"Fuck, you are beautiful. But if you keep going, I'm not going to get to feel you come all over my dick," I tell her, pulling back from her mouth and leaning back onto my knees. "Take off your bra and underwear," I command.
"Yes, sir." She says with a smirk. Once she gets her bra off, I pull her toward me, lifting her into my arms and just off the bed enough to slap her ass cheek.
"You better be careful calling me Sir." I throw her back onto the bed, pulling her underwear down her legs and tossing them beside me. I can see my words making her center glisten. "I need you," I whisper against the skin of her thigh, my voice rough with desire.
"Then take me," she replies, her eyes inviting me, and I do. My mouth devours her pussy, my tongue plunging into her arousal. I had already gotten her ready by making her come on my fingers at the bar, but I still need to taste her. To lap her heat, and get lost in her scent.
I can feel her muscles start to contract and I am greedy. I want to feel this orgasm. I want her muscles to squeeze around my cock. I grab a condom and make quick work of putting it on before positioning myself at her entrance. I should take my time with her and let her adjust to each of my barbells, but I don't. I can't. I need to fill her. I slam into her, her body moving with mine. Her whimpers entice me to go harder and push my limits with her. I bend into her, folding her legs behind her head, placing my hand to rest on her chest near the base of her neck. Ziggy grabs my hand and inches it up her neck, leaving her hand atop mine. As I thrust into her, she applies a gentle amount of pressure with the hand on mine, encouraging me to tighten my grip ever so slightly as my lips meet hers and my tongue seeks its place with hers.
I plunge deeper and deeper into her, pressing tighter into her neck, our tongues still exploring each other. Ziggy moves her hips in circles against me, pressing harder, meeting each movement of my hips. "Holy shit, Elliot!" She shouts, "You feel so good. I think I can feel your piercings in my throat."
I let go of her neck, moving my arms underneath her to scoop her up. I slam her down on my dick again, getting even deeper, making her scream out my name before saying, "You can definitely feel them. I'll make sure of that."
I press my hips up into her while pulling her body into me. I squeeze her ass as I grind into her, applying pressure to her clit as I move.
"Fuck, that's so deep!" She says as she pulls at my hair. "Harder, Elliot, harder! You’re going to make me come."
Ziggy is screaming, her muscles gripping my dick. Pulsing around me, the sounds of our wet skin slap together as she writhes into me. Her arousal drips down both of us. We move together, our bodies finding a rhythm that is both frantic and perfect. It’s intense, overwhelming, and everything I have been craving.
I pull out of her, laying her back down on the mattress before bottoming out in her cunt again. I pull her leg up around my neck, gripping her tight around the neck, and press a thumb into her clit again before losing myself in her. I pump into her feverishly, knowing that my own orgasm is coming. I just hope to get one more from her before I do. The world outside ceases to exist. There is only Ziggy and I, a tangle of limbs and heat and raw, unfiltered passion. Every touch, every kiss, every gasp of pleasure is a release, letting go of all the anger and frustration that has been building up for weeks. I feel lighter than ever as I sink into her.
"Oh, Anatife, you feel so good," I say through gritted teeth. My orgasm rushes through my body. "Come for me one more time as you take every drop of my cum." I feel Ziggy squeeze around me as I fill up the condom, her body pulling everything from me.
We lie tangled together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Ziggy drifts off to sleep, her head resting on my chest. I watch her for a moment, the rise and fall of her breath calming and centering the nightmare inside me. I feel better than I have in weeks. I know this shouldn't happen again but a small piece of me can’t help it.
She is currently my main source of chaos. She is, for all intents and purposes, still the enemy that'll continue to disrupt my life, turning my career upside down. Nothing good can come from this, but that doesn't stop me from reaching for her phone and calling myself from it. I shouldn't save my number in her phone as a shark and an eggplant emoji, but I do. I can't deny the pull she has on me. I will need more of this, more of her, even if it means walking a dangerous line. Obviously, my mind is gone, because I'm no longer thinking clearly.