Chapter 39
Piper
When Holt took my pants off, I froze. It was still light outside and the blinds were open. There was no darkness to disguise my cellulite, the bumps, the rolls. Obviously, Holt didn’t care and he distracted me from my thoughts.
Now, I have been teased close to insanity, and I don’t know if I can do it again. I am so hot and wet. It is hard to breathe and I feel dizzy.
“Good girl, Piper,” Holt breathes into my ear. I shiver and moan as his mouth moves down my body again. Lower and lower to my pussy. His mouth kissing all the way down and I can’t stop squirming.
“Please, I can’t Holt— I c-can’t do it again,” I stutter. Holt chuckles against my soft lower stomach and bites.
“You will do what I tell you, Piper,” he says lowly. My stomach clenches in response to his dark promise. I shouldn’t find that hot— but I do.
He leans down and licks my pussy slowly. My legs try to close but his shoulders are wedged in between. I feel so exposed but when his tongue circles my clit, I groan and grab his hair. When his finger sinks back into me and curls upward I see stars.
His finger slowly withdraws and he circles my clit again with his tongue. All of a sudden he is gone and I reach out.
“No, no— pp-lease”, I stutter— not sure what I’m asking for at this point. Holt is back again, laying on me. His hand on my face.
“Shhh, it’s okay Sugar— you are doing so good,” he soothes. My hands grab his shoulders and skate down his smooth back.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Holt practically growls in my ear as nibbles on my neck.
I have the far away thought that I’m going to have a hell of mark there after this, but that thought is snuffed out when Holt’s hand finds my clit again.
I groan— a sound that Holt seems to have the power to bring out of me.
“That’s it, such a good girl,” Holt slips a finger inside me, then another, and then he curls them upwards.
“Oh god— please,” I utter. Holt chuckles and keeps up the pressure. He is looking down at me. His eyes look navy in the waning light of day.
“Look at me, Piper,” he demands. My eyes fly open. I am practically delirious but I know that I am closer to the edge now than I have been all day.
“That’s it, come for me,” he says as he adds pressure to my clit.
I finally sail over the edge, my whole body tightening and releasing.
Holt keeps circling my clit and massaging that spot inside of me.
Until it feels like I may come again. I am so sensitive that I try to close my legs, but Holt’s body blocks the attempt.
“No—not yet, I’m not done with you. I will never be done with you,” he grits out through his teeth.
I take a minute to look at him kneeling between my legs.
He is beautiful. Muscles on muscles, with ink swirling all over.
His cock is— impressive-for lack of a better term.
It is smooth and hard and there is cum leaking out of the tip—which is pierced?
I make a noise in the back of my throat and Holt’s gaze falls to where mine is.
He grips his length and tugs on it a few times. I reach my hand out, wanting to feel him and explore. He guides my hand to his cock and I grip it. He tightens my grip and then moves his hand away, giving me free reign.
I move my hand up and down, and run my thumb through the bit of come leaking out of the head. I skirt around the piercing— unsure of what to do with it. Holt hisses. His head falls back.
All of a sudden his hand is moving mine away and he has both of my hands in his. He is laying on top of me, my arms are pinned above my head and he is staring into my eyes.
“Playtime is done,” he grunts. I can only nod at him. He kisses me fiercely, nipping my lip and stabbing his tongue through my mouth. Using one hand to hold both of mine he reaches down and guides his cock to my opening— he pauses and looks at me.
“I’m clean—just got tested last month and there hasn't been anyone for awhile,” he says to me in a serious tone. I come down from my lust fueled haze barely to answer.
“I’m on birth control— and haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” I shrug sheepishly.
That’s all Holt needs to hear and he slides halfway in.
I groan at the feeling of fullness. He is large, and I’m not exactly the most active person.
He spreads my thighs wider and circles my clit with his finger.
“Let me in, Piper— you are doing so good,” he grunts. I take a deep breath and tilt my hips. He sinks in a bit more. I gasp. I feel the sweat beading near my hairline.
“Almost, such a good girl. You feel so fucking good,” he says and pushes all the way in.
He stops and lets me adjust. I shudder—caught between pleasure and pain.
Holt kisses me, his hands framing my face.
After a few long seconds, I tilt my hips and he takes that as permission to start moving.
His slow and sure thrusts building my arousal again.
I groan as I feel his piercing drag my walls on the way out.
Not able to form words, I lean up and lick and kiss his neck.
Holt lets my hands go and his fingers find my clit again as he lightly strokes around it. My orgasm is shimmering in the distance. My hands are in his hair and traveling down his back. I feel his muscles rippling underneath me.
“Jesus, Piper— you are fucking killing me,” he grits out.
His deep voice is ragged. He reaches down and pulls my leg up around his hip.
This move makes my back arch. I’m so overly stimulated that my orgasm comes out of nowhere.
Hitting me with such force that my lungs seize.
My vision goes fuzzy and I don’t think I breathe until my vision clears.
Holt speeds up the finger that is on my clit and before I know it, another orgasm is coming— or maybe it is the same one.
“Come on, Piper— one more,” he grits out. He takes my wrists together above my head in one hand and his thrusts pick up speed again.
“Come on, pretty girl. Give me one more, you are doing so good,” he grunts out. His pubic bone grinds into my clit sending me over the edge a few seconds before he gives in falling over the edge with me.