Hung Up

Show And Tell

Note to self: Watching her light me on fire is my favorite

drug. An addiction I will never forsake.

T he drive home was a blur. Street lamps lit the way through the dark roads as I drove way too fast to get back to my condo. The shared space between us charged to sizzling heights as I reached across his body to click open my garage door.

Pierce turned his head slowly, watching me as I retreated to my side of the car.

“How about we find out how to use those extra goodies you bought when you thought I wasn’t paying attention?”

Blood rushed to my cheeks, warming my face. Even in the dim cabin light of my car, I was sure he could see the flush to my skin.

“ What ?” I propped open my mouth in mock surprise. “But I’m so sneaky! How did you know?”

Pierce smirked, leaning an arm on the center console as he closed the distance between us .

“You must think you’re so clever, don’t you, darling?”

My heart raced, my pulse thumped inside my ribcage. I nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“What are you gonna do about it, Romeo?”

A devilish gleam to his eyes whispered promises in its silent threat.

“Let’s find out,” he said slyly.

Pierce exited the car and then rounded the hood, opening my door for me. I quickly climbed out, before opening the back seat to grab the bag of toys and the rest of our haul from the day.

Leaning over, I arched my back, hoping to tease the demigod behind me.

“Eek!” I squealed, as a warm burn spread over my left cheek. I stood up, only to find Pierce had moved to directly behind me.

“Shouldn’t offer a thirsty man water, darling.” He winked, reaching around me to take the bags I held, before shutting the car door and swiping the car keys from my hand. He calmly swaggered over to the garage door and unlocked the door that led to my kitchen.

I followed close behind, shutting the garage with a tap of the button before locking the door behind me. Pierce quickly dropped all the bags except one on my kitchen counter, then made to move towards my room.

I prowled after my target, each step purposeful as we walked through my kitchen and into the living room, where Pierce stopped abruptly.

I had to jump back to avoid crashing into his back.

Pierce twirled around, towering over me as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear .

His brows pinched together, the slightest scrunch revealing his inner turmoil.

“Is everything . . . okay?” My words were hesitant, careful to not startle him further.

Pierce looked deeply into my eyes, his breath catching at whatever he saw in them.

“I can’t decide . . .”

I waited for him to explain, my arms looping around his waist as he fiddled with the ends of my hair with a playful finger.

“Decide . . . ?” I prompted.

His gaze snapped to mine, the heat returning in full force.

“If I want to make sweet, romantic love to you or fuck you until you can’t remember your name.” He licked his lips, the glistening pink flesh beckoning me closer.

I raised myself to speak against his lips: “I vote both.”

Pierce groaned, slamming his lips to mine, kissing me within an inch of life. His arms scooped me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

He carried me like that to my bedroom, tossing me into the center of the bed. I squealed, laughter peeling from me at the height I bounced to. My purse tumbled off the side of the bed.

Pierce prowled after me, crawling up the bed as he ate me alive with his eyes.

“Strip.” His voice left no room for disagreement, and I happily obliged.

I gripped the hem of my baby tee, slowly raising it over my head and tossing it over the side of the bed. I hadn’t worn a bra today—my breasts were on the smaller side and I could easily go without—and Pierce’s gaze homed immediately in on my nipples. They stood pointed and ready for his affection, practically begging him to lick and suck on them .

I trailed a hand down the side of my neck, down one breast to circle a needy nipple, then hooked it around the waistband of my skirt.

“Like this?”

I pulled the skirt down slowly, lifting my butt to tug it free. I kicked my sandals off to who-knew-where, leaving me only in my thong. I dropped my thighs open, showing Pierce just how horny I’d been all day. I could feel the wet patch of material teasing me all day as we shopped and walked. It was a sensual type of torture, knowing how wet I’d been and what it would do to Pierce later, knowing how needy I was.

The light was dim in my room with only a side table lamp on, but I could see the moment he noticed my wet panties.

“You’ve been needing me . . .” His voice rumbled across my skin, the unspoken words and desire coating me, getting me buzzed off the hum alone. “And you didn’t tell me?”

I shook my head once.

“Tell me,” he said as he lowered his face to my cunt, his hands holding my thighs apart. His eyes devoured me before snapping up to meet mine. “Tell me how much you need me.”

His breath blew hot over the soaking fabric, teasing my skin as it washed over my center.

My voice stuck in my throat, a knot thickening at the double meaning to his words. A double meaning that I wasn’t even sure he’d meant. But I’d heard it.

Yes, I needed him to make me come . . . But I also just needed him . It was as if he were the answer to a call I never knew I’d even made. And once he was here, how could I ever go back to life without him?

“Pierce . . .”

His mouth remained poised over my clothed pussy, its proximity sending sparks of phantom pleasure through me already.

“I need you, Pierce. More than you know.” My brutal honesty was cloaked behind my arousal and the whine I infused into my words.

A wicked gleam in his eyes turned his chocolate brown to molten lava. Pierce descended on my center, licking me over the fabric. He sucked the thin material into his mouth and groaned.

A powerful finger slipped under the fabric and my hips jumped at the unexpected touch. It dipped inside of me only once before he brought it to his lips, sucking my arousal off of his finger.

“You know, I’ve heard it’s better to drink from the source. And didn’t you say you were thirsty?” My argument was weak. I just needed his tongue on me. In me .

Pierce chuckled, and the sound reverberated against my cunt. I moaned at the pleasure, the spell he unintentionally cast over me.

“By all means, then,” he whispered before easily tearing the thong off. His eyes turned crazed for a moment, before his mouth covered my pussy. His tongue fucked me and he greedily swallowed my arousal.

A thumb reached up to strum my clit, and the tandem movements sent me tumbling down that road to orgasm.

I moaned loudly before turning my face into my pillow to muffle my noises.

A smack on my pussy had me crying out, looking to Pierce as he stared at me with heated passion.

“Let me hear you, love.”

I was nothing if not a puppet under his command .

My hips rolled into his face, reminding him of his task, and he chuckled darkly before diving back into me. I no longer tried to mute myself, crying out with each stroke of his tongue, each rub of a finger . . .

Pierce took me to that edge a few times, backing off the moment I almost crashed over. His understanding of my body and what it needed was nothing short of masterful.

Pierce doubled down on my clit, licking the hardened bud as fast as he could. The strum coupled with the fingers plunging inside of me had my legs shaking as I tried to hold onto reality.

“Harper,” Pierce murmured. His voice was smooth and sinful, like the most complex of dark chocolates.

“This is your mouth to fuck, darling.” His fingers hooked my G-spot, hitting it over and over with each pass. “Come on your mouth, love.”

Sweat beaded along the nape of my neck, as stars danced behind my eyes.

“So . . . fucking . . . come . . . on . . . it . . .”

Each word was followed by a powerful thrust of his hand, the heel of his palm grinding into my clit.

Lining up to the edge of the cliff, my hand flew to his silky waves as I held on for dear life.

That was, until a shrill ringing broke through the haze of my arousal. I frantically looked at the clock on my bedside table. 7:30 pm.

Shit.

It was time for Ethan’s call.

My phone kept ringing and I lunged over my bed, fishing through my bag on the floor to find my phone.

My heart pounded as I answered the call. The almost-orgasm teetered away but remained close by as I made eye contact with Pierce, raising one singular brow in a silent question. He nodded his head, a gleam to his face that hadn’t been there before, before stepping off the bed and out of the room.

“Hi, baby,” I said sensually. “How’s my darling?”

“Hi, Harper. I’m doing okay.” Ethan was always shy and took a few minutes to warm up.

“How was your stress today, darling?” I coaxed him gently with my words, letting him fall into our call gently.

“It was pretty high, ma’am.” His breath hitched at the title. Ethan preferred when I gauged his day and then walked—talked, rather—him through a relaxation routine. He liked having me make his decisions, choosing how and when he came.

I really enjoyed my calls with him. There was something about that control that really got my blood rushing, too.

My pussy still fluttered, seeping slick onto the bed as Pierce returned, the bag from the sex store in his hands. He walked into the bathroom and I heard a box rip open and the faucet running.

“Aw, you poor thing. You had a bad day?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed into the phone. “It was really tough.”

“Mmm, I can help with that, darling. Let’s start with your drink, have you poured it yet?”

Pierce entered the room again, patting the realistic dildo from the sex store dry with a clean washcloth. In his other hand was a bottle of lube and the vibrating cock ring I’d bought. I smiled up at him.

“No, ma’am. I waited so you could tell me what to drink.”

“Good boy, darling. Now go into the kitchen and pour yourself a whiskey. One ice cube, sweet boy.”

I remembered Ethan preferred whiskey to any other drink, and I knew he appreciated it when I remembered those details. The tips that came the next day always helped me remember, too.

Quiet footsteps on hardwood floors filtered through the phone, and I knew he hadn’t taken his shoes off from work yet.

Ice clinked and liquid gulped quietly into a glass over the phone, followed by more footsteps.

“Ethan, darling,” I began, eyes meeting Pierce’s lust-filled gaze. God, he was exquisite. “Toe off your shoes, and get rid of your clothes. Slowly. I want you naked for me.”

Sounds of clothing rustling and shoes being discarded filled the silence.

Pierce stood at the end of the bed before he tossed his items onto the duvet. With one hand, he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off in that sexy move that always made me drool when men did it in the movies and shows. Next he shucked his shoes and jeans off to the corner of my room, before sliding his boxers off. Climbing onto the bed, he pushed my thighs apart as he settled on his knees between mine.

“I’m ready, ma’am,” Ethan whispered. His voice was still shaky and I wanted him to be completely relaxed.

Pierce kneaded circles into my inner thigh, each swipe bringing him closer to my center. The orgasm that had threatened to detonate me earlier started bubbling in my abdomen again.

“Turn off your lights, darling, and get on your bed. Get comfortable for me.”

Pierce licked his lips, eyes alight with lust as I commanded Ethan. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it so it shined. I wanted to bite that bottom lip.

“Ready, ma’am . . .”

I pictured his eyes falling shut as his head fell to his pillow.

“Now run your hand down your chest,” I instructed while making direct eye contact with Pierce, who looked back at me mischievously. I arched a singular brow in challenge.

Pierce smirked, before running one hand up and down his chest, dragging it through his light scattering of chest hair.

“And tweak your left nipple.” My voice had dropped low, my arousal dripping through each word.

Ethan groaned into the phone while Pierce followed my instruction as well. Pierce’s eyes pinned me to the mattress, and my breaths grew heavy.

“Now slide your hand down your body and grab your cock.”

Pierce continued to follow my instruction, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. Heat bloomed under my skin as I directed the show in front of me.

“ Don’t ,” I said firmly, “stroke it yet.”

A mangled curse fell from Ethan at the belated command, exactly my intent. He loved to be teased, and I was reluctant to disappoint.

Pierce’s eyes scrunched shut, head tilting back and I stared greedily at his Adam’s apple bobbing with each pained swallow. His tip was purple and swollen and leaking precum already. My mouth dried as my vision tunneled on his stiff length.

I wish I could have captured him in this moment and immortalized him in a renaissance painting: on his knees between mine, legs slightly spread, thick cock bobbing in the air, lithe hand gripping the base, head thrown back in restraint, Adam’s apple dancing with each rushed swallow, skin glistening with sweat . . .

I slipped a hand to my breast and teased a nipple.

“Tell me, darling, what’s been the best part of your week? ”

Pierce’s pained gaze met mine. I shook my head slowly and mouthed not yet .

A hoarse chuckle, and then: “You, ma’am. You’re the best part of my week, always.”

The words warmed me and reminded me that, while I may have started this business out of necessity, I truly loved it. I loved knowing I was helping people, even if in a taboo way.

But how could sex be taboo when it was one of the most basic of human natures? In a life so disconnected from the world, I was grateful for the connections I had with my clients.

I hummed in approval, and Pierce’s cock twitched, jumping in front of me. His strong hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock and his fingers flexed around his impossible girth.

I dragged one long nail from the root of his cock to the tip. “Show me, then. Pump your cock for me. Slowly .”

A barely audible “Yes, ma’am” through clenched teeth told me exactly how thin of a rope I had to work with. Pierce followed the instruction as well, slowly pumping his hand up and down his length.

Despite giving the commands, I was his captive as he gave me a front row seat to his pleasure.

“Twist your hand at the tip, Ethan. Do it now.”

Pierce did as instructed, gripping and twisting his hard cock in front of me. I leaned forward, eyes glued to my personal performance.

“Ma’am . . .” Ethan groaned, and I knew he was following my instruction.

Pierce jerked the tip of his cock, which was leaking pre onto the bed. My hand darted out, and I swiped from his slit before bringing the finger to my mouth to suck on .

“Mmm, you taste so good, darling.” My words were for Pierce, but Ethan didn’t know that.

Pierce smirked and tilted his hips forward, bringing his cock closer to me. I leaned forward, once more, and darted my tongue out to taste him. But only the briefest of swipes before I settled back onto the bed, ready for the next act of the show. My hand slipped down to lightly tease my clit.

“Taste yourself, Ethan. Lick your fingers and tell me what it tastes like.”

I waited for a response, watching Pierce continue to jerk himself off. He was biting his bottom lip and his hips were rutting in front of him, chasing his own hand.

“I taste salty, ma’am,” Ethan groaned.

“I’m sure you do, baby. Now fuck your hand like it’s my pussy. Fuck my pussy, darling.”

Pierce’s hand sped up as wet squelching filtered over the phone. I knew Ethan only had a few more strokes in him.

“That’s right, darling. I need you to fuck me now. Fuck my cunt and fill me up.”

Groans and filthy curses pierced the haze of my arousal and Pierce brought his other fist to his mouth to bite to keep quiet. Fuck, that was hot .

“Let me hear you, baby,” I said, before mouthing the words again, this time just for Pierce.

It was all he needed.

“Fuck, Harper, fuck, fuck, fuck .” Pierce’s hand sped up as his gaze locked onto mine.

“Harper?” Ethan moaned over the phone, nearing his end, as well.

“Come in me, darling.” I looked at Pierce wickedly. “Come on me, now . ”

Hot cum splashed onto my neck and chest as Pierce groaned, painting me in his orgasm. Ethan whimpered, his orgasm long and powerful by the sound of his frantic pumps and breaths.

My arousal dripped between my legs, the lack of completion from earlier rearing its demanding head and tingling along my spine.

I dragged a hand through the cum around my neck before sucking my finger into my mouth. I groaned at the taste, at the pleasure he’d so clearly given himself.

“How’s your day now, sweet boy?”

Ethan sighed, obviously alleviated from his earlier stress. “Much better, Harper. Thank you.”

“You only have to call, darling.” I stifled laughter at the irony.

“Same time next week?” Ethan asked before gulping his whiskey. The ice clinked in his glass.

“It’s a date,” I confirmed. “Stay relaxed, darling. Otherwise, next time I may not go so easy on you.”

Ethan chuckled before ending the call. I looked at Pierce, chest still heaving from his orgasm.

His brow raised as he surveyed the jewelry I now wore.

“You should be drenched in my cum always.”

I glanced down at my chest, at the pearly liquid dripping over my breasts and seeping into my skin. I rubbed some into my nipple, which was pointed and desperately needing attention.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I said, repeating my words from the store earlier.

Pierce leaned forward, sucking my sticky nipple into his mouth and twisting the other with a free hand. After a breath, he bit the bud lightly, grazing his teeth along the underside of my breast and raising his head to meet my gaze.

“It’s a guarantee,” he finally ground out, repeating his response as he looked back at me, eyes filled with sensual promise.

I picked up the cock ring from where it had landed and slid it onto Pierce’s length. His jaw clenched tightly once it was situated at the base of his cock. His impressive length was already hardening again, and I teased it with a light scrape of my nails. His head tilted back a degree and the knot on his throat jumped as he swallowed.

“Are you ready for me, Harper?”

“Are you ready for me , Pierce?” Reaching down, I turned on the cock ring and then wrapped my arms around his neck.

Pierce’s eyes went wide as he lost himself to the vibrations.

I cleared my throat, and he looked at me sheepishly before seeming to remember his task at hand: me .

“First,” he said as he thrust to the hilt inside of me, “I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours . . .” He trailed off as he pumped inside of me several times, each time with more force than the last. The vibrations of the cock ring and his rigid length fucking me was a deadly combination.

Stroke after stroke, he sent me higher and higher. A tender hand swept my sweaty hair out of my face, clearing my vision as he lowered his face to mine.

After sharing his breath, he slipped his hand between us, grabbing slick straight from my drenched pussy and soaking my clit with my arousal. His deft fingers slid on the outside of his cock, massaging both my labia and his shaft with each thrust like he was signing yes . His knuckles ground into us and I whimpered. Loudly.

“And then I’m going to fuck that perfect tight ass of yours, while I fuck your pussy with the cock we bought earlier, both at the same time. How does that sound, darling?”

My back arched, pressing my aching nipples against his chest. His chest hair scraped against my sensitive skin but it only heightened my arousal.

Pulsing waves fluttered inside of me as I gripped his cock tightly.

“I think your pussy can’t wait to be filled . . .”

He was right. I clamped down on him, the pleasure mounting as he continued to rock inside of me.

“Or . . .” His voice was contemplative as he reached over to grab the dildo. “You want to be filled, baby?” He tapped the crown of the silicone cock right on my clit.

I wasn’t sure if I was to be able to respond verbally, so I nodded instead.

“Watch me fill this pretty pussy.”

My head fell backwards onto the pillow as his dirty words washed over me. I swear this man could get me off with his words alone.

His cock helped, too, though.

“I said, watch me.”

A prodding at my cunt had my eyes flying open. But that entrance was already filled with his massive cock.

“Relax, sweetheart, let me in,” he cooed, trying to push the dildo in next to his cock.

“Fuck, Pierce, I don’t think it’s going to fit.” I groaned as he tried again. My voice wobbled despite my heady arousal. It was impossible . . . right?

“I’ll make it fit,” he growled and it zapped straight to my clit.

My legs fell open and my hips rutted forward as Pierce shoved the dildo in beside his cock. The tip slipped inside of me and I groaned, the fullness almost too much to bear. Pierce grabbed the lube and drizzled it over my entrance and the cocks currently fighting to stay inside of me .

“Oh, fuck,” Pierce moaned, his hips stuttering as he worked the dildo in further. It slipped in another inch. “I didn’t think about how it would feel for me.”

My gaze snapped to where we were joined, to the large dildo that was mostly inside of me. Fuck, how did I fit those massive cocks in at the same time?

Goddamn, it felt amazing .

Pierce rolled his hips, and I felt both cocks sliding against each other. The ridges and veins filled me and drove me mad with pleasure.

Pierce whimpered and my gaze snapped to him. He bit his lip and his eyes were scrunched as he rutted inside of me.

“How do my cocks feel, Harper? Tell me, let me hear you.”

“Pierce,” I whispered as I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck.

Pierce met my gaze, and the arousal that dripped from his stare almost melted me.

“I—can’t—” I tried to speak, but his rhythmic thrusts choked the words from my lips. The two cocks sliding inside of me should’ve felt unnatural, but the pleasure was too great for me to care. I was careening towards that cliff once again, and this time there wasn’t anyone to pull me back at the last second.

Pierce snapped his hips to mine, thrusting against the dildo and rutting into me. The vibrations of the cock ring rippled over us and I stuttered, my pussy clamping down on his hot length. Thrust for thrust, it was all I could do to meet him as I barreled towards my orgasm.

“I’m going to come, Pierce.” My voice was breathy as I panted.

“That’s it, baby, come on my cocks. You can do it.”

Pierce’s command washed over me and my mind went blank except for the pleasure he wrung from me .

My orgasm stole the breath from my lungs, curling my toes as I trembled on the cocks I was impaled on. My cunt pulsed in time with my heartbeat, which raced as I whimpered. Pierce ducked down and captured my moans with his lips, fucking my mouth with his tongue while he continued to drill into me.

Moments later, he spilled inside me, his hips thrusting one last time as he held his form against my body. His cock pulsed and twitched against the fake cock, before he pulled them both out slowly.

I winced as they slipped free, the sudden emptiness surprising.

Pierce reached a hand down to strum lightly at my opening, easing the loss with each stroke. He tossed the rubber cock off towards the direction of the bathroom, before flipping the duvet over and tucking us under the covers. His body wrapped around mine, holding me as we calmed our breathing together.

“You did so well, love.”

My heart stuttered, his praise sinking into my bones, warming them from the inside out.

“You took me so well, Harper.” His voice sounded so far away. Pierce dropped a kiss to my forehead.

“Careful, Pierce,” I barely managed. “Keep saying stuff like that and I may never let you go.”

Pierce chuckled and I tucked myself further into his side, trying to hide my smile. Our legs tangled together, an apt metaphor for how entwined Pierce already felt in my life.

The darkness beckoned me, sleep calling my name. Minutes after our breath evened, I slipped deeper into the twilight zone.

“Who says I would ever let you?” His words were hushed, almost indistinguishable between the crickets chirping and white noise of my fan.

I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear them.