Chapter Twenty Six
Sophie shivered against me all the way home. Morning had arrived now from the east, flooding the north east coastline with a cold spring glow.
I felt every one of them. The small tremors through her body, her arms tightening and loosening around me like she was fighting it. My grip shifted on the throttle, the Rocket answering without question as I pushed it on, cutting through the quiet roads before the day had chance to wake properly.
Different bike. Different boy. Same girl. Almost.
My jaw tightened slightly as I shifted up again, the engine settling into that deep pull beneath us. This time it wasn’t her dad, we were racing. And still, with her there, pressed into my back, holding on like she always had, just for a second everything felt right.
My road of terraced cottages came into view, the streetlight already switched off, like we weren’t important enough to have light past midnight.
Some windows glowed. Neighbours getting ready for work or school, or just to survive another day.
Some were still cloaked in fabric. Sleeping or denial, not ready to take on the world.
The little house was as cold inside as it was out, and I flicked switches on the boiler that stood like a sentry next to the back door as I guided Sophie through.
“Sorry. It’ll warm up soon.”
Sophie pulled her arms round herself, but it didn’t do much.
The cold had got in deep now, settling under her skin.
Her lips had lost their colour, a faint tremor running through her shoulders that she couldn’t hide.
Even her fingers looked stiff, curled tight like she was trying to hold on to warmth that wasn’t there.
“Shit, Soph. You look utterly frozen.”
“I am,” she answered faintly.
“Let’s get you in the shower. That’ll warm you up quicker, Grey.”
I tugged a hand, pulling her through the kitchen into the back of the little house.
The bathroom was cramped with two of us, but the shower filled the room quickly with steam.
I stripped off my top quickly, the cold not getting to me in the same way it had done her.
Hundreds and hundreds of miles on a motorbike did that to you.
She shivered underneath me as I peeled the hoodie over her head, pulling off the over-sized t-shirt of mine she’d hurriedly pulled on a few hours before.
Her nipples were rock hard underneath, tits already perky and full, creating that first arc of perfect shape of her body.
I brushed my fingertips over her skin, feeling a different shiver under my touch.
The steam was already clinging to her hair.
The tendrils of rich brown curling under the humidity forming in the bathroom and framing her perfect face.
There wasn’t much that could distract me from a pair of tits as good as these, but that face.
The locks of curly hair framed her heart-shaped features, softening the keenness of her eyes.
I lifted my hands and pushed the hair away, studying every tiny line as I brushed at the strands stuck there.
Barely a wrinkle. Barely a smile line at the corners of those beautiful grey eyes.
And that hurt me. Because every time since I saw her in that hospital, and every time I looked into those eyes since, I could never see happiness in there.
Only control. Like she was constantly guarded.
“Ry?” she asked as I stared at her.
“Let’s get you warmed up,” I said quickly, letting go of her face.
I kicked off my jeans, feeling Sophie’s eyes on me before I even looked up again.
“Off.” I pointed at the jeans covering her legs.
For a moment she looked at me, as if she was thinking of something else, but then she peeled the denim down her legs, pushing over well-covered thighs, slim enough I could see the shape of her legs, but big enough to grab hold of when I wanted to.
I stopped the urge to lick my lips and sink to my knees right then as another shiver cascaded over her body.
Turning her, I pointed her to the shower, stepping into it behind her and positioning us both under the hot stream of water.
It fell heavy on her hair, drowning the curls that had formed in the steam, water dripping over her back and over that perfect round arse.
I reached for the shower gel on the stand in the corner, massaging it into my hands.
“Turn round, darlin’,” I instructed, my voice thick in the steam.
She turned without complaint, her eyes dropping down my body like it was the first time she’d seen me and then settling onto my cock.
“I’m up here, Soph.” I wanted to see her as I felt those fucking beautiful tits.
I moved my hands over her skin, stroking up her neck, down over her chest, feeling over the hardened nipples even under the heat from the shower and down over the flesh of her stomach.
Fuck, if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid my hands on.
She’d been the best I’d had back then, and she still was all these years later.
She parted her legs as I dipped lower, carefully washing her, enjoying every tiny hitch of her breath as I felt over her body.
I tipped the contents of the shower gel bottle on my chest, reaching for her hand and pushing it into the gloop that frothed over the top of my tattoos.
Her fingers got to work, smoothing the lather in, feeling over my biceps, pausing over the metal barbells through my nipples, tracing down my stomach but stopping before she got to my cock, like she was scared to touch it.
“You know it doesn’t bite,” I encouraged, pushing her hand further.
She hesitated at the bottom of my stomach, her eyes darting from the tattoos to the head of my cock and the metal beyond. And then her fingers slipped over the top. Careful at first, gently feeling over where the shower and the foam on her hands met the bead of pre-cum leaking out the top.
I couldn’t help the groan as she slid her hand lower, tightening her fist for a moment and then hesitating as she felt over the first piercing.
I covered her hand with mine, cupping her fingers, holding her against me, closing her palm tightly around my shaft and moving down over it with her.
When I let go, she continued, feeling slowly over each bump on the underside of my cock, a flick of a fingertip tugging, driving a heavy moan from deep in my chest. And then again, she nudged me gently, pulling the same response from deep in my throat.
Gripping her hips, I walked her backwards until the tiles were behind her.
And then, grabbing a handful of one of those beautiful thighs, I pulled it round me.
I could feel the heat of her pussy now, even with the heat from the water against my back.
The closeness to her was teasing, my dick straining just against her stomach, her lips in front of my face, already parted, waiting for me.
I didn’t keep her waiting. Pressing my lips into her, my tongue diving into her mouth.
She met me the moment I entered her, pushing back, challenging and moving with me.
I grabbed at her wet hair, yanking her head back, pulling my lips down her neck, sucking and kissing and tasting the water on her skin, heavy breaths pushing her tits into my chest. I traced down her skin and over the top where tits bulged, grazing my teeth over the heavy flesh as she whimpered in response.
Then, as I moved, I felt the hardened peak at my mouth, erect and desperate for attention.
Diving onto it, I sucked hard, feeling the buckle of the leg she stood on, the other tightening round my waist as she tried to hold herself upright.
Sophie gasped as I nipped the end, following with the flick of my tongue before turning my attention to the other and sucking it hard into my mouth.
Her chest arched again, her leg pulling at me, the head of my cock pushing into the soft flesh of her stomach.
I felt around her, for the heat at her opening, and the slick that coated my fingers.
I’d loved the way she’d squirted all over me at my touch, but that was wasted in the shower.
And right now, my cock throbbed with need.
With the memory of how perfectly she’d responded to all my metal.
I teased it against her, hearing the heavy exhale as I nudged at her, pushing in slowly.
She gasped a little as the first piercing slid in, disturbing the flesh at my shaft, the sensation washing over me in a wave of heat and pressure.
I gritted my teeth as I sank further, her pussy tensing around each movement, already threatening to milk me of every ounce of control I had.
I slid into her slowly, feeling and listening to each tiny, delicious reaction.
Savouring every fucking moment and movement.
And then I was inside her, right up to the very hilt.
Her pussy held on tight, and for a few seconds, I let her flesh get used to the feeling.
To the metal that pushed and pulled and that had punished her beautiful cunt only a few hours earlier.
Then I eased backwards, her breath releasing over the top of me, the tension of her pussy dragging on the piercings, flooding my brain with a thick, fuzzy heat.
My teeth reached for her neck, grazing the skin as my hips pushed forwards, her pelvis pressed into the tile behind us.
Sophie’s leg strained, propped up on tiptoe as I gripped the other leg tightly and started to slowly fuck her.
She gasped with each thrust, feeling my cock inside her, the metal torturing sensitive flesh.
The thought tipped my mind, my stomach tensing, my hips moving faster.
Sophie cried out as I pushed hard back into her, her voice filling the shower and getting stuck in the steam.
The sound hit my balls as hard as my ears.
Vulnerable. Delicious. I stopped a moment, pulling my dick free and dropping her leg to the tray.
Her eyes caught mine, pupils blown, confusion infiltrating the grey.
Then I spun her, making her face the shower wall in front of us now.
From behind she was equally stunning. A slender back leading to the accentuated arc of her hips and the bulge of a well-shaped arse.
“Hands against the wall, Grey,” I instructed, my voice gruff with control that was quickly fading away.
She pressed her palms into the tile, taking a peek at me over her shoulder, which threatened to send me into a fuck-fuelled craze.
Stepping in behind her, I ran my hands over her perfect arse, letting my finger slip over the tightness of her arsehole and feel the little shuffle of her feet in surprise.
Then I dipped lower, feeling for her, teasing over her swollen lips and the slight gape of a hole already desperate to take more of me.
I nudged at her legs with my knees, easing them further apart and pushing her hips flatter.
Then I lined up behind her, my cock already finding its place between the cushions of those lips.
Pushing in slowly, I listened to the long, low gasp she made.
The little murmur at the end when I filled her, and the way her pussy grabbed at my cock greedily, pulling on those piercings.
“Fuck,” she moaned, subconsciously pushing herself back onto me.
“Fuck,” I growled in answer, as the over pressurised sensation rolled up my shaft.
I bit my lip as I pulled out, my teeth grabbing at the piercing there.
A tiny prick of pain. A tiny ounce of focus.
Fuck. I bit down again as I pushed my way back in, my hips starting to move involuntarily, my cock desperate for more and more, and this time I grunted with each thrust like a fucking animal.
Sophie cried out at the next thrust as I hit her hard, feeling my cock hitting something firm deep within her. Her head lolled backwards, soaking hair dropping down her back and hanging off her shoulder.
Fuck, I was going to come.
I reached round in front of her, feeling for her clit, my fingers finding the swollen nub and swirling in a slow circle.
She cried out, pushing her hips back into the next thrust. Fuck.
I moved my fingers quickly now. Changing tempo, nipping and then circling.
Her hands slid down the wall in front of her, and her thighs shook against my legs.
“Ry,” she breathed.
I thrust hard, my fingers nipping her, and she screamed this time.
“Fuck. Fuck,” she panted, my fingers not letting up, my cock pumping her from behind, each piercing moving quickly inside of her.
Sophie shouted out again, and I didn’t let up, my hips moving faster, my fingers dancing now, a dry, hard heat pulsing through my veins.
“Ah, fuck, Ryan.” Her legs faltered, muscles shaking, her hips moving and moving and then stilling, coming beautifully on my cock.
I reached forward as her orgasm finished, grabbing a handful of hair and twisting it in my hand.
With the next thrust of my cock, I pulled hard, pushing inside her as far as I could get.
Grunting and moving my hips, fucking her so hard that even though she’d just come, I could still hear her moans and gasps each time I pushed myself inside her.
And now I used that pussy just for me, feeling her flesh submit to me, move my metal, pull at my shaft.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I moved hard with each word, that dry heat turning into throbbing darkness. “Fuuuuccck.”
I almost collapsed against her, releasing my hand from her hair where I’d pinned her neck backwards at an unnatural angle. My cock was already slipping from inside of her, as fucked as I was. Above us the shower changed. The water cooling.
Reaching around her, I shut the shower off and turned her to face me.
Her eyes were still almost closed, her breathing heavy, and the tight nipples on those amazing full tits staring at me.
I stroked the hair from her face, watching as she shut her eyes and then opened them a second or so later.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, and those beautiful eyes were the lightest shade of grey I’d ever seen on her.
“Come on, Grey,” I whispered, reaching for her hand. “Think we’ve got a couple of hours to sleep yet before your shift starts.”
I led her from the shower, wrapping a towel around her shoulders, leading her through the house to the bedroom at the front.