Chapter 16 Lydia #2
Our lips mesh together, and our tongues find each other in a fray of lust and need.
That cool metal from his lip ring mixes with the taste of me.
I feel a heady sense of belonging in this moment.
Like having my taste all over him marks him as mine and I’m his.
My naked body presses up against his clothed one and I pull at his shirt, wanting it off.
He obliges and yanks his t-shirt off him in one swift motion, showing off his well-defined abs and prominent v-shape that trails down and disappears beneath his jeans. I can see his prominent hard on pressing against his zipper.
“Take me out,” he says, his voice sounding deep and strained.
I bite my bottom lip and touch his abs. They constrict under my fingers as he takes in a sharp breath.
The jeans feel rough against my skin as I fumble the button trying to undo it.
Hendricks is patient, watching me with rapt attention as I finally calm myself enough to pop the button free from its confines.
I slide the fabric down his slim hips, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.
Next is the zipper, and I slide it down easily.
The sound of it seeming to take up all the air in the room.
His hands are in my hair tilting my face up to him as he stares down into my eyes.
It’s all consuming, how seen and wanted he makes me feel.
And even though we just met, I feel like I know him.
My body reacts in a way that surprises me, and the way I’m able to be so free with him without a hint of embarrassment.
Once his pants are a pool of fabric on the floor, I move to his black briefs.
They’re tight enough that I can clearly make out his shape and appreciate what I’m about to experience.
Then I palm his length in my hand and feel it surge against me. I watch as Hendricks runs his tongue along the sharp bottoms of his teeth, like he’s getting ready to devour me.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, pulling his dick free from his briefs, my hand wrapped around his girth.
My fingers can’t even touch from how wide he is.
The velvety soft flesh pulsates in my hands as I move up and down the length, feeling one, two, three, four… five barbells pierced along the bottom.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper looking down and seeing the Jacob’s Ladder displayed clearly before me.
He chuckles, “Just wait until you feel them shoved deep inside your sweet pussy.”
I clench at his words.
“Condom?” I ask, knowing I didn’t bring any with me. This was a girls trip. Typically, I’d be too busy reading or hanging out with my friends.
He shakes his head no and I glance around the room. My eyes zero in on Faye’s makeup bag. Bingo.
I run over and find a small silver foil peeking out. When I pull at it, three more condoms come spilling out attached to the one I selected like a small accordion that’s ribbed for her pleasure.
“Found some!” I say holding it up in the air.
Hendricks prowls towards me, and butterflies flutter about in my core at that determined look in his eyes. He grabs them from my hands and rips into the top one.
“Put it on me,” he instructs holding the foil out for me to grab.
I do, sinking down to my knees. And for some reason, Audrey’s bachelorette party comes flying back into my brain before she called off the engagement. There was a woman that taught us how to apply condoms with our mouths as a party trick.
“Hold my hair,” I instruct as I take a deep breath. He gathers it in his hand as best he can, though a few stray pieces spill out of his grip.
I’ve never had an opportunity to try this since the bachelorette party, but muscle memory takes over, and I have the condom situated in my mouth as I work it over his cock. He stands with his hands on his hips looking down at me in wonder.
My lips and tongue move in tandem, snagging at the first barbell. I have to use my hand to get the rest to fit, sliding the latex down his substantial length.
“Fuck,” he breathes out and I can’t help but smile as I run my tongue up and down his length, spending extra time around those barbells, feeling him tense up with each lick of my tongue.
“On the bed. I feel like I’m not going to last long with how good you’re making me feel already.”
I smile wide, standing up from the floor and pulling him by the hand to my bed.
He’s on me in an instant. Hands wrapping around my hips and throwing me into the bed so hard, I’m surprised it doesn’t break.
“I’m not going to be gentle Lydia, so if you want to stop this, tell me now.”
“No, I want this,” I say.
“If it gets to be too much, I want you to tell me. Understand?”
I nod. “I promise.”
“Good girl. Now, you’re going to want to hold onto something,” he warns, and my eyes go wide as he strokes his impressive length.
He knocks my thighs apart and leans over my body. His cock is lined up with my entrance as I grip onto his shoulders.
“Please,” I beg, feeling absolutely desperate to feel him inside me.
And he gives me exactly what I asked for, shoving inside me in one sharp thrust.
I cry out, trying to adjust to his size, those barbells rubbing my inner walls like they were made just for me.
“Oh, holy fucking hell!” I yell as he begins to move. His pelvis rubs against my clit as he thrusts in and out me. My thighs tremble as he fucks me into the bed. He moves with me like we’re in a dance that only we know the steps to. Our bodies coming together in sweat and heat and pleasure.
“Jesus, Lydia. You’re everything I dreamed you would be,” he says kissing me so hard that I don’t have time to understand the significance of those words.
My head spins as he brings my body to its pinnacle, crashing hard into my second orgasm of the night.
I clench and shake around his dick, feeling him twitch and thrust into me.
Suddenly, I’m rolling to straddle him, riding him with unbridled passion. My hips take on a life of their own as he watches me, his lids hooded, and mouth parted as he brings his hands up to cup my breasts.
“You ever think of piercing these?” He asks, bringing one of my nipples into his mouth running his tongue around in a circle around it.
I shake my head no and then yelp as he bites down on my sensitive flesh. It feels so fucking good that it makes me ride him harder.
“Mmm, you like that do you?”
I nod my head, and he goes over to my other nipple and does the same thing, that bite sending me over the edge again. When he pulls away, I wipe away a bead of blood from his lips.
“Is that from me?” I ask.
He nods. “Don’t worry. It’ll heal fast.”
He thrusts up into me. “Now give me one more, Lydia. One more orgasm. Let me feel you fall apart all over my cock.”
He rubs my clit with his thumb as I move up and down his hard, pierced cock. God those piercings feel unbelievable inside me. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow, but it’s worth it.
My thighs clench as I bring my body closer to his. My nipples drag over his bare chest and his hands grip onto my ass.
“Fuck,” he growls out, as I kiss his lips, biting down on his bottom lip and suck it into my mouth. Our movements become wild and messy.
I feel a smack on my ass as I move harder and faster and more desperate.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
And I do.
I come the same moment he does, and I see his face contort into disbelief as he empties himself into me.
Our breathing calms and I eventually roll off him, grabbing my discarded clothes.
He sits up on his side, his arm bent at his elbow and head propped on his hand.
“I could stare at this view all day long,” he says watching me. I can feel myself blush from his praise. As I dress, the quietness from outside registers in my brain.
“Do you think everyone is okay out there?” I ask as reality slaps me in the face. My friends. Those people out there. What the hell was I doing in here acting like this?
Hendricks stands, shucking on his clothes feeling the shift in my mood. He seems to put a wall up in that moment and whatever intimacy we shared just moments ago is gone. There’s a chasm of space between us, but what chance did we really have.
He’s a scare actor and I’m going home at the end of the week.
He blinks at me hard like I just said something insulting, but then a bang on the door interrupts us.
“It’s Maverick,” he says before I even go to open the door.
“How did you—”
“I should be going. See you later,” Hendricks says, running off without even turning around. And I’m left in the cabin all alone.
Before the door closes, I catch a glimpse of Maverick and get a worried feeling in my gut. He’s injured. Blood clings to his face and side and he’s limping.
I don’t get much time to process it though, because as soon as the door closes, it’s yanked open again. Only when it’s opened, Faye, Audrey, Iris, McKenzie, and Stephanie all come spilling in looking thoroughly drunk and disheveled.
“Where the fucks my bed?” Fay slurs, unsteady on her feet.
“Jesus, how much did you guys drink?” I ask, watching them all stumble in. I haven’t seen them this far gone since the summer of 2015. When we’d snuck out to Betty Drivers party and drank our weight in alcohol. I thought I was going to die in her cornfield.
Exhaustion hits me all at once and I barely manage to brush my teeth before climbing into my bed. The sheets smell like Hendricks, and I fall asleep wondering if I’ll get a chance to see him again.