Hard Limits(10)

"Those are peculiar hard limits. Why do you need them?" He suspected the whys, but he wanted to see if she'd tell him.

He didn't have much experience with hard limits. For many years he'd been surrounded by women for whom sex was a means to an end. Putting conditions on the act wasn't a sound business move, so they didn't. Quite the opposite. Cheap women, even though they were dressed from head to toe in expensive brands.

Paige shrugged and crossed her arms. "I'm a peculiar girl. Take it or leave it. Your choice."

Fuck, no. He wasn't walking away from this. He leaned back until he was lying on the bed. "Well, I'm a convalescent at the moment. Weak. You already have me on my back. Do your worst." He caressed her forearm, moving slowly up, and then brushed the pad of his thumb over her mouth. "Do we have to sign a contract?"




 

 

She shook her head, amused. "So cute. If you weren't a dangerous kingpin, you'd fit perfectly in our CC meetings." At his frown, she explained, "Clits and Chicks meetings. Romance book club. Don't ask."

"Right. Any other requests?"

Her smile was full of attitude. "If you could make me come for real so that I don't have to fake an orgasm, that would be awesome."

Minx. "That I can do. Even as a convalescent, weak, and on my back."

"We'll see about that."

He didn't have to coax her into coming closer because she did that on her own, leaning over him and offering him her mouth.

He lost himself in her. Such a damn long time had passed since he'd felt a real kiss. An honest one. No ulterior motives. And he'd missed it so much.

She tasted good and smelled even better. Like candy. Peppermint candy canes and eggnog with cinnamon. Christmas in spring. Go figure.

The kiss got out of hand pretty fast. As if the floodgates had opened and there was no stopping. He was starved for touch. Genuine touch.

He reached for the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it off. Creamy skin, gorgeous boobs, and dark-red nipples crowned with-surprise, surprise-piercings. Her belly button was pierced too, double pierced by the looks of it, with four shiny white stones mounted in silver, placed one after the other in a vertical row.

Fuck, so much metal. Such a turn-on.

Still holding her ass flush against him, he sat up and swept his tongue over one nipple while teasing the other with his hand, pulling at the jewelry. Loving how she trembled in his arms, how her chest fell and rose rapidly, how her sweet moans filled the room.

He would have loved even more to flip her on the bed and trace her body with his tongue and hands, but he was afraid that would be considered pinning her down and therefore crossing her limits. The hole in his side might object to such drastic movements too. Not that he was noticing his injury at the moment, what with all his blood concentrated in his cock.

He slid his hand inside her shorts, cupping her ass cheek, and then moved lower until he reached her open folds. Fuck, she was wet. He teased her entrance, and she jerked at the intimate contact, clamping around his finger.

"You want me," he said, looking straight into her eyes.

She didn't play coy, just nodded, her pussy sucking at him. So fucking sexy.

"You wanted me the first time we met, but you didn't go for it. What changed?"

"I changed. I go for what I want."

"You still have too many clothes on, Goth girl." He needed full access, and these shorts were too tight for that.

"Yes, I do," she said, reaching for her zipper. "And you do too. Get your boxers off." 

His cock was jumping up and down for joy, but he tamped his enthusiasm. "I don't have any protection." And they needed it, badly. He was dying to fuck her. Stopping on command might not be a possibility at this stage. After all, his dick hadn't been in charge in forever.

She got up, went to the living room, and came back, rummaging through her bag. "Here." She threw a foil packet toward him and shimmied out of her shorts while he chucked his boxers and slid the condom on.

There. A bit tight but it would do fine.

Or not.

The instant he turned to look at her, his cock grew even bigger, the rubber strangling the hell out of him.

On second thought, thank God for the latex cutting the blood supply to his dick, or he would have come on the spot.

Paige was standing in front of him naked, piercings shiny, wearing only her military boots and the spiked choke collar. Her hands were on her hips, and her legs were slightly parted, showing off the cutest, barest, most customized pussy he'd ever seen. He had no fucking clue what the term was for that thing on the hood of her clit, but she had a vertical barbell with a black jewel on one end and a silver ball on the other. And that wasn't all: she had two metal beads, one on either side of her clit, linked by some sort of horseshoe barbell. Two small, cute hoops adorned each of her pussy lips.