Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
OLIVIA
F or the love of all that is holy, my eyes take in the sight before me, and for a moment, I wonder if I’m dreaming and this is just me making one of my book boyfriends come to life. He’s every one of my fantasies and some I never knew I wanted.
The size alone makes me want to drop to my knees and see what he tastes like, but the piercing…the piercing has me wanting to drop to my knees and pray. Pray for forgiveness for all the sins I’m about to commit.
“Did it hurt?” I whisper, reaching out and running my finger over the metal ball at his tip. I’ve heard of these before in the books I read. A Prince Albert is what they call them. I trace the bar to the second one underneath.
“I don’t mind pain.” He clenches his jaw when I run my hand down the length of him. His skin is soft as I rub over swollen veins, making sure to memorize every detail that I can. “Especially if the pain brings pleasure.”
Cum leaks out the tip, and the desire to taste him has me dropping to my knees. I swipe my tongue across his piercing, catching his arousal. Sweet and salty hit my tastebuds, and I moan at the perfect blend of him.
“Fuck, your lips feel amazing around my cock,” he rasps out and digs his fingers into my hair.
I take him deeper, and he throws back his head on a moan.
The metal against the roof of my mouth and dragging across my tongue makes everything seem more forbidden and naughty.
A side of me that I’ve kept hidden for the past five years has suddenly taken over as I let myself enjoy everything I’ve been denying myself.
“Jesus,” he growls, pulling me to my feet and crushing his lips to mine in a kiss that has me throbbing all over again.
“Later, I’ll gladly fill that beautiful mouth of yours so you can swallow every last drop, but right now, I want something more.
” His voice is gruff against my lips as he picks me up.
My legs automatically wrap around him and hold him tight.
Our bodies connect, and the air gets electrified. I feel him hard against my center, and I can’t help but rub myself down the length of him. His fingers dig into my ass as he lowers me down on the bed.
Instead of being urgent like I thought he would be, he takes his time. His mouth and hands roam my body like he’s trying to commit every detail to memory. I feel his teeth graze the underside of my breast before he pulls a nipple deep into his mouth.
Arching off the bed, I moan as pleasure shoots straight to my core. His mouth is like a deadly weapon, and he sure knows how to work it to his advantage.
His hand runs up my thigh before settling between my legs. I’m already ready for him again as I feel the desire pool between my legs. It’s as if my body is playing catch-up for everything it’s been craving and wants as much as it can possibly get before it’s taken away again .
“I love how greedy your pussy is with me,” he breathes against my skin as his mouth works its way up my neck. His fingers go deep, and I wrap around him like I never want to let go. “Always ready for me and eager for my touch.”
“I’m surprised we can both fit on this bed with the size of your ego.
It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man.
I’m sure my body would be happy with anything that wasn’t made of silicone right about now.
” I say the lie easily, but it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
The truth is, I’m afraid of how he makes me feel.
I’m petrified that I’m going to walk out this door and never feel the way I feel in this moment again.
He softly laughs in my neck and leans back to look at me. His light greys are a mixture of amusement and lust wrapped up in a beautiful package. With just one look, he has a way of making me forget my past and the reasons why I have to protect my heart.
“You keep telling yourself that, honey, if it makes you feel better, but we both know it’s a lie.”
“You shouldn’t call me honey,” I say, shaking my head and feeling my heart hammer against my chest. “Friends with a benefit don’t do that.” He’s done it a few times, and I hate the way I love it so much. I especially hate the way I want to hear it again.
“But you are.” He fingers my honey-colored hair before bending down and kissing the honey bee on my neck.
He removes his hand from between my legs and sucks off my arousal.
“Sweet as honey,” he smiles, and his lips glisten in the soft light of the lamp.
He’s truly a beautiful sight. I could stare at him for hours and never tire of what I see.
“See for yourself,” he says, capturing my mouth with his.
I immediately taste myself on his lips and tongue as he invades my mouth. There is something so erotic about tasting myself on him that I find myself bringing him closer and wrapping my legs around him.
He settles between my legs, and I moan when I feel the length of him hard against my center. I move my hips and coat him with my arousal as I try to ease the ache forming between my legs.
“God, if this is you being happy with anything, I’ll fucking take it. I’ve never been more tempted in my life to slide in bare with someone than I am right now.”
He starts moving with me, and I easily slide down the length of him. It’s so tempting to cave and let him in, but it feels too personal going bare. It’s going to be hard enough as it is to keep my heart closed off after tonight.
“Do you have a condom?” I manage to get out between kisses. “I have one in my purse if you don’t.” I was banking on him saying yes tonight, so I stopped at the drugstore on the way to dinner to buy some.
“I’m pretty sure it’s expired if it’s been in there for five years.” He smiles against my lips.
“I just bought a box tonight, smart ass,” I laugh.
“So sure of yourself that I was going to say yes…” He kisses my neck and swipes his tongue across my tattoo again. He must really love tattoos on girls because he always gravitates there.
“You did almost kiss me, so I was hoping my odds were in my favor.”
“I’d say your odds are looking very good at this point.
” He sits up to reach over into his nightstand drawer to grab a condom.
I try not to think about how many are in there or, should I say, how many are left from the economy-sized box he probably buys.
It’s not my concern what he does in his personal life.
Tonight is all about me, and that’s what I need to focus on.
I’ll deal with any other emotions that want to creep in tomorrow .
Ripping the foil with his teeth, he expertly rolls it down the length of him like he’s a walking advertisement for Trojan. I’m surprised the damn thing fits, but somehow, it stretches over him like a second skin.
He settles between my legs and teases me at my entrance. I can feel the ball of his piercing press into my skin, and I arch my hips to bring him more inside, but he holds back.
“It’s going to be very hard, but try not to fall in love with me once I’m inside you. We wouldn’t want to ruin your plans of me just being your one-time fuckboy.” His voice has a teasing note to it, but his eyes hold emotions I can’t decipher.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you just like you aren’t with me,” I whisper the words out loud and see something flash briefly in his eyes, but it’s gone before he lets me see it.
“Glad you have everything figured out for the both of us in that pretty head of yours.” He doesn’t give me time to answer because he’s filling me in one hard thrust on my next breath.
Sensations slam into me as he settles deep inside me. His body stills as he buries his face in my neck, breathing hard. His hand has a crushing grip on my hip as his fingers dig into my flesh. I feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest as emotions swirl around us.
It’s too much…it’s too everything. Fear creeps in as I start to feel emotions awaken inside me. Emotions I haven’t let myself feel since I was left with my heart torn wide open by a guy who swore I was his everything.
“Liv…” he whispers my name, and I feel the weight it carries. So many feelings…so many unanswered questions. Answers I’m too afraid to search for.
“I…I need to turn over.” I push him back, and he slides out of me. I avoid his greys that I know will lure me in. I need to feel less connected to him. This doesn’t feel like just a fuck anymore. It feels too real and vulnerable .
I get on my hands and knees and wait for him to touch me.
“Please,” I beg softly when he doesn’t move. “Just fuck me like you said you would.”
“Fucking isn’t going to make it go away,” he says in a low voice.
“But it will make me forget for the night.” I push back into him and rub my ass against his hard length. “It’s not nice to make a lady wait. If you have changed your mind, I can easily go home now and finish what you started with my toy…”
He grabs my hips and cuts me off, filling me hard and deep. “You want to fuck. Then let’s fuck.” He slams into me again, and I cry out from the sheer pleasure that streaks through my body.
Even through the condom, I can feel the piercing dragging along my inner walls and igniting a flame within my body.
“Is this what you want, Olivia? You want my cock buried inside you?” His voice is rough and holds no emotions now, and it’s exactly what I want…what is safer.
“Yes…God, yes,” I moan when he reaches up and grabs my ponytail, pulling hard.
“You like it rough, don’t you. You may look like an angel, but we both know deep down there’s a side of you that’s just begging to be free. This tight pussy is craving someone like me. Someone who knows exactly what it needs.”
He pulls me up by my ponytail and holds me tightly against his chest. His hand goes down to where we connect, and he rubs my swollen clit.