9. Jude #2
His sinful mouth sucks on me with another gravelly groan before he squeezes my wrist, indicating for me to keep my fingers inside his mouth. He continues to swirl his tongue over them in delicious strokes that make my clit pulse and throb as he grips my ass cheek and lifts me.
I’m brought back down onto his waiting hand. I can’t tell how many fingers he’s pushing inside me, only that they’re thick, and my body is all too eager to take them in. The delicious fullness of having something to grip onto makes me shudder.
Using the handful of my ass as his anchor, he lifts me up and down with ease, bringing me up to the tips of his fingers, then back down again until my skin meets his palm.
He isn’t finger-fucking me; he’s making me fuck his fingers.
Something about it is so dirty it sends a wave of wetness rushing from me into his palm. The sound my body makes as I’m pulled onto his hand again is vulgar and loud.
But I don’t care anymore. I’m getting exactly what I came here for.
I curl my palm around his jaw, my fingers still nestled inside his mouth as he shows no sign of giving them back.
And he likes the way I taste.
I use his face as a handhold so I can move with him and fuck his hand harder. His groan spurs me on, and I ride him, dropping my head back.
He pulls his fingers from me without warning, and I fall onto him in shock.
“Why did you stop?”
He can’t answer me even if he wants to because my fingers are still filling his mouth.
He grabs my wrist, stilling my fingers against his tongue.
Then he shoves his own in alongside them.
I gasp as he sucks, groaning like I’m the most exquisite thing he’s ever tasted. He pulls my hand free and wraps his around it, entwining our soaking fingers before he licks all the way up my palm and sucks down on our combined skin.
Jesus Christ, if this is how he sucks fingers, I can’t even imagine what else his mouth can do.
My breath comes in short bursts. I’m heady with want as he finishes sucking our fingers clean. The satisfied grunt that leaves his lips has me pulling him to me for another kiss.
I can taste myself all over him. On his lips, his tongue. On the rough stubble that’s grazing me as he fists my hair at the nape of my neck.
He grabs a handful of my ass again and lifts me.
“Put it in,” he husks.
My head’s spinning so hard from his kiss that his voice is muffled in my ears.
I gulp, trying to catch my breath while reaching for his cock.
He doesn’t give me any room to move, just holds me in place with a hand in my hair and fingers pushing so hard into my ass cheek they’ll probably leave marks.
But he’s still waiting.
He’s waiting for me to cross the line. To decide how far this goes between us.
It’s going all the way. Starting now.
I wrap a hand around him and position his cock upward.
The head of him brushes against my clit, and the same hardness I felt earlier makes me jolt.
“Are you… pierced?”
He doesn’t say anything, but the tortured groan as I slowly run my hand up the length of him and slide my thumb over his crown is a sound I’ll never forget.
His cock swells and pre-cum leaks over my fingers.
Everything about him is so raw and masculine.
He’s pure testosterone and sex.
I find what I’m searching for, rolling my thumb over the piece of metal. It’s a bar. One side is on the head of his cock, and the other comes out on the underside beneath his crown.
His chest expands with a groan as I investigate further.
There isn’t just one piece of metal. There’s another, sitting horizontally beneath the tip.
And another below that.
“How many do you have?”
His fingers tighten on my ass as he guides me lower, taking his time like he’s giving me the chance to back out.
“Condom?” I blurt as the pierced, fat head of his dick touches me. I might be overcome with lust and practically at the point of no return. But Declan’s been a busy guy.
He manages to keep one hand fisted in my hair as he reaches across the nightstand. The sound of the drawer sliding open and him rummaging around in it echoes in the dark.
A cool foil packet dusts my lips as he brings it up in the small gap between us and uses his teeth to tear it open. He lets go of my hair momentarily as he expertly wraps himself up, before sinking his fingers back between the strands roughly.
I feel like a suspended plaything, held in position, ready for when he decides he wants me.
The thought makes me wetter.
This time when he grabs my ass, he doesn’t wait for me to give over control, he takes it from me. Just like he did with our kisses.
“Oh!” I gasp as he brings me down onto his cock.
His grating hiss as my body opens to him makes me shudder. He takes his time, guiding me down inch by inch as I struggle to do anything other than breathe.
He’s so thick.
And pierced.
My body ripples around each piece of metal straining against the condom as he eases inside me.
“F-fuck,” I pant.
He brings me to him with the hand fisting my hair. His kiss is gentler this time, like he’s using it to relax me, knowing the stuttering of my breath is due to the sheer size of him.
“S’okay,” he rumbles against my lips, his words distorted.
I mewl shamelessly as he slides his tongue inside my mouth at the same time he eases me down a little further. I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin and moaning.
The resulting groan from the back of his throat isn’t one of pain but desire.
I sink my nails a little deeper and his cock flexes inside me, making me jolt. He uses my movement to bring me down with more force, pushing deep inside me until our skin meets.
I gasp against his mouth. “Oh my God. That’s… wow.”
There’s no mistaking the alien feeling of multiple metal bars filling me alongside his cock. I can’t see a thing, but I swear his lips curl up against mine.
He doesn’t give me time to think. He grabs my other ass cheek and lifts me, bringing me down onto his cock like I weigh nothing.
Deep, rough groans fill my ears as he pumps me up and down on him like he can’t hold back any longer. I couldn’t extract myself from his iron-clad grip even if I wanted to.
So, I hold onto his shoulders and enjoy the ride.
I’ve never been fucked by a guy with a pierced dick before, and the sensation of every bump and ridge against me as he pulls out and thrusts in again is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
My eyes roll in my head as he bites my nipple through my T-shirt.
Scratch that.
I’ve never been fucked before.
I’ve had sex, sure. But this?
I scrabble to pull the fabric off, needing to feel his mouth on me, needing to know if it’s as hot as it felt through the fabric.
He latches onto my nipple before it’s even over my head.
“So good,” I pant, twisting my fingers in the roots of his hair as he alternates between sucking and biting it.
I shiver in his arms, not knowing what to do. I’m a ball of energy and panted breaths as he bounces me up and down on his giant dick and devours my breasts with rough, frenzied mouthfuls like a wild animal being fed.
There’s something so primal and commanding about his movements that I’d question how long it’s been since he last had sex if I didn’t know any better.
No wonder the girl in the floral dress came out of here lit up like the Fourth of July.
Declan fucks like a crazy giant-dicked hulk who’s been starved of human touch.
And it only makes the entire thing hotter.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper.
He grunts, digging his fingers harder into my flesh as if my words have spurred him on. He quickens, until I’m a mewling mess—thighs quivering, nipples trembling—each taking its turn encased in his hot mouth.
I coil tighter and tighter, gripping his shoulders like I need them to ground me.
The moment my orgasm hits, I throw my head back and tears burst from my eyes.
“Oh, fuck! F-f-fuuucckkk!”
I cry out, not caring how loud I am.
Because I’m coming.
Hard.
And it feels damn amazing.
My body clenches and hugs Declan’s dick, squeezing around it and using every delicious drag of his piercings to heighten my pleasure to one with a searing white-hot heat that alters my brain chemistry.
Even if it weren’t dark, I’d be unable to see.
All I can do is ride out the giant wave of hurtling bliss that’s rushing all of my senses at once and making me feel like I’m having an out of body experience.
Maybe he’s fucked my soul right from my body and I’m on my way to heaven. Sent there by orgasm express. Non-stop, first class. And hey, here’s some chilled champagne for the journey.
A rush of wetness spills from me and over him, making his cock slide more easily in and out of me.
“Uhhhh…”
It’s all I can manage as my orgasm ebbs away and allows me to breathe again.