Holy fucking shit.
"You approve?" she asked, amused.
For the life of him, he couldn't stop staring. "You haven't flown since 9/11, have you?"
She furrowed her brow. "Why?"
"Because there's no way you could pass a metal detector without a hell of a racket."
She burst into laughter and then took a couple of steps toward him. "True. Does it bother you?" Now her voice was a bit insecure.
"Does this look like I object in any way?" he asked, gesturing at his cock, which was throbbing and turning more purple by the minute. Bother him? Was she kidding? He'd all but spilled himself at the sight.
He'd had his fair share of women with their fair share of rip-it-with-your-teeth lingerie, made up from head to toe, but he'd never had anyone like Paige. Her facade was so brazen, a deliberate act to distract everyone from her aching vulnerability. All smoke and mirrors.
He tried to get up, but she stopped him. "Nope. You promised to stay on your back, remember?"
"I didn't promise," he said, propped on his elbows.
"Oh, but I insist."
"Come ride me, then. Before I fucking implode."
She strode toward him, smiling. No makeup, no fancy underwear, just bare skin and metal, yet she looked like a million bucks as she straddled him again.
He took her mouth deep and hard while he caressed her open pussy, swallowing her groans and loving how her entrance spasmed at his touch. She needed him. And she was ready.
He slid two fingers in to the first knuckle, her flesh clamping around the sudden intrusion. Man, she was so fucking tight. And hot. His cock was throbbing like a motherfucker, dying to join the party, but he ordered it down. Not yet. He wanted her desperate for him. Begging to be fucked.
He got his fingers in a bit deeper, while his thumb worked her clit, and in no time he'd learned her sweet spots and she was gasping and shuddering. "Now, Nico," she said, trying to force his hand away from her. "I need your cock inside me."
"First you come for me. Then you get my cock."
"We are bossy, aren't we?"
She looked annoyed for a second, but he deepened his touch in her pussy and on her clit, and her whole body tensed. He latched on to her taut nipples, nibbling and nipping at them in turns until she was mindlessly writhing, pushing his head against her chest and bearing down on his hand, whimpering in need.
She exploded, long and sweet, her pussy gripping his fingers so hard he had to clench his teeth and draw on all his control not to come. "So beautiful," he whispered, kissing her lips and pulling out. He took himself in hand, poised the tip of his cock against her entrance, and pushed until the crown was bathed in her heat.
She opened her eyes, her nails sinking in his shoulders. "Yes," she said in a whoosh, her pussy accepting him. "More."
He obliged her, sliding in little by little until he was balls-deep inside her, those piercings of hers tucked against his groin.
"You feel so fucking good, Goth girl," he said, holding her hips in place, giving his poor cock some respite and himself some time to regain control. He did his damnedest to ignore how good she felt. How tightly her pussy gripped him. How badly he wanted to pound into her.
"You don't feel bad yourself." She leaned on him and kissed him, slowly sliding up and then pushing back down, grinding against him, her inner muscles squeezing him hard, almost sending him over.
Fuck. Too good.
"Now you come for me," she whispered against his lips and proceeded to do as he'd asked and ride the hell out of him. Slow and easy. Then fast and hard.
Nico hadn't enjoyed sex in ages. He'd discovered soon it was a risky activity in his line of business. There was always something to be gained. Something to be expected. Sex for sex's sake didn't exist. Sex for love's sake? Right. Don't make him laugh. There were a thousand better things to do than let your guard down and fuck someone just for the pleasure of it. Too dangerous. He'd done it if he hadn't had another choice or when he'd been able to go dark for some time and have anonymous sex. Somehow not that satisfying of an experience. Not even close.
Having Paige on his cock made his whole body feel like it was going to explode into a thousand pieces. His mind too. And she wasn't much better off. He had no experience with vaginal piercings, but he could tell the friction was driving her mad, enhancing every one of his strokes. Nevertheless she resisted, trying to control the situation.
Enough. He was going to come, and he wanted her to come with him. He grabbed her hips and rammed into her again and again until she dissolved in cries, convulsing in another powerful orgasm as he emptied himself inside her.
He wasn't sure how much time had gone by before he floated back from that high and heard her voice. "You okay?"