Chapter 15 #2
I’ve always been confident about my body, but with his face right there, it’s hard not to feel a little insecure, to wonder if he appreciates my wax job or if my scent will be off-putting to him.
I needn’t have worried. He closes the distance between us and buries his face in me. A tiny gasp sneaks past my lips as his stubble scratches across sensitive nerves. He grabs my ass and tugs me even closer. The heat from his mouth scorches my skin.
I fight the urge to press against him, to ride his face, but when I feel the warmth of his tongue between my folds, I have no choice.
I lose all sense of reason as he fucks me with his mouth, torturing my clit with long, heavy strokes.
He slides one of his hands from my ass and brings it around to join his mouth.
I gasp again when he slides a finger inside and can’t resist looking down at where he is feasting on me in a way no one ever has before.
My legs are growing weaker the longer I stand here, and just when I think I’ll combust, he adds a second finger to the first. White-hot pleasure shoots through me at the sensation of being thoroughly filled.
As though he can tell I’m on the verge of collapse, Pierce lifts his head and eases his fingers out. At the pressure of his hand on my ankle, I lift one foot at a time so he can remove my underwear. Slowly straightening up, he says, “God, you’re fucking delicious.”
My breath catches in my throat.
“I could eat you all night and still not get my fill.” There’s a low rumble in his voice that wasn’t there earlier. “But I have other plans for you as well. Get on the bed,” he orders, and my pulse jumps.
I do as directed, scooting up to the headboard. At least here I know what’s coming next.
Pierce takes his pants off in less than three seconds, and then he joins me, crawling between my legs like a predator.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as he approaches, a hungry look on his face. I have to do something, or I’ll pass out from high blood pressure. I open the drawer in the bedside table and fumble inside.
“What are you doing?” he asks, sitting back on his heels, leaving that mouth-watering physique on display. (And I’m happy to report his thighs are just as defined as the rest of him.)
“Getting a condom,” I say.
He scowls at me. “I’ll handle the condom.”
My fingers close around a foil packet, and I toss it at him. “Great. Where’s the lube?”
That frown has yet to disappear from his face. “We won’t be needing it.”
I prop myself up on my elbows and return his expression. “What are you talking about?”
He reaches down and slips two fingers inside me, making my whole body shudder.
“I prefer to create my own lubrication.” He holds up his hand, his fingers glistening in the dim light.
“And if that doesn’t work, there’s always this.
” Lowering his head, he uses his mouth on me again, and it’s all I can do not to cry out.
Is this what he meant by being properly fucked? Because I’ve already experienced more pleasure tonight than during any sex in the past, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.
Pulling back, he looks at me, his expression dark. “Now, are you ready to let me handle things?”
I nod meekly, which might be the first time in my life that’s ever happened.
Pierce keeps his eyes on me as he strips off the black boxer briefs he’s wearing, and good god, I’ve never seen a more glorious sight than the very large, very erect, very pink penis in front of me. Within seconds, the condom is rolled on, and he’s poised above me.
He drags a hand over my stomach, and immediately, goosebumps cover my skin. Smiling, he leans down to press a kiss to my navel. Then he uses both hands to spread my thighs apart, giving him access to the most vulnerable part of me.
I swallow loudly as he stares down at me. His face is unreadable, and that makes me nervous. Finally, as though he can’t resist one more taste, he drops back down and sucks on me again, harder this time. A cry slips past my teeth, and I feel the rumble of his chuckle echo through my bones.
All too soon, he’s up on his knees again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He reaches for me and pulls me up until I’m straddling him.
I brace myself as he positions his cock at my entrance.
Do I tell him or let him discover it on his own?
Because confident as he may be, there’s no way I’ll be climaxing in this position.
I don’t have time to decide, because the next second he’s thrusting inside me, and my eyes are rolling back in my head.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I collapse against him.
He clamps his hands on my waist and pulls me down onto him again and again.
The angle makes him hit parts of me that have never been touched before.
His breathing picks up speed as his thrusts become more rapid. “Shit,” he mutters, and eases up. He must be close, which means it’s time to do my part.
I throw my head back and moan, riding him harder as my breasts bounce. After ten seconds, I slow down and rest my head on his shoulder, pretending to pant.
He pulls out of me abruptly and sits back, leaving me to plop on my ass. “What the fuck was that?”
I lift my brows in confusion and lean back on my elbows. “What was what?”
His eyes narrow into dangerous-looking slits. “Did you—” He pauses. “Did you just fake an orgasm?”
“I—” Fuck. “I might have?”
He ducks his head, making him look even more menacing. “That may convince the weasel you’re seeing, but it sure as hell doesn’t fool me.”
My heart is pounding so fast it stands a fighting chance of beating one of my father’s horses in the next derby. I scoot back several inches. “How can you . . . tell?”
Slowly, Pierce starts to crawl over me. “You don’t think I’ll feel the walls of your pussy squeezing me when you come?” He pushes me down with one hand. “Besides, when I make you climax, you’ll be a lot louder than that.”
He’s fully on top of me now, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared. But I’m also turned on. Very turned on. I can’t remember the last time that happened.
He reaches between us and pinches my clit, making me nearly bow off the bed. A devious smile lifts his lips. “That’s for trying to fake your first orgasm. I suggest not doing so again, unless you’re ready to face the consequences.”
I give him a smug smile I don’t at all feel. “I’ll take my chances.”
He glowers down at me. “You’re going to climax this time.”
“You can’t know that,” I say, desperate to hold on to whatever scrap of control I have left.
He chuckles, deep and dirty, as if he knows a joke I don’t. “Oh, but I do.”
And then he enters me with a single deep thrust, filling me so full I think I feel him in my stomach. He pulls back and repeats the motion, and I’m flown to a new level of heaven I didn’t know existed.
“Eyes on me.”
His voice startles me, and I open my eyes. I didn’t even realize I had closed them.
As I meet his gaze, he murmurs, “Good girl.”
A blaze of desire streaks up through my core. I’ve never looked at a man while having sex with him before, and it’s completely unnerving. His eyes are locked on mine, refusing to let me look away. Our bodies are rocking together, but I’m hardly even aware of that, entranced as I am by his face.
Then I feel it. It’s been building for a while, but I didn’t want to raise my hopes in case it ended up being less of a deluge and more of a sprinkle. I didn’t realize it would be an absolute thunderstorm.
My orgasm shudders through my body, pleasure in every single nerve ending. I’m sure I make some noise, but I can’t tell you what it is, because that would require awareness I simply don’t have at the moment. As I fly higher and higher, there’s only one thought in my mind.
How will anything else ever live up to this?