Taking him at his word, I eased the door open, taking a few steps in before drawing up short. The last thing I wanted to do was run in to some random piece of furniture and break something or some bone and have the anticipation of the last few hours amount to nothing. The only light came from the faint glow of the moon through the half dozen or so windows flanking each side of the room and while it was enough to keep from being totally blind it wasn't enough to convince me to go traipsing around an unfamiliar place. I stood still, listening to him close and lock the door behind us. I opened my mouth to try and make some witty comment only to squeal when he grabbed my elbow, spinning me around and pressing me against the paneled wood door.
"Do you remember me telling you there were things I wanted to do to you that would make anybody else run away?" He leaned in to me, the soft brush of lips over my brow and cheeks in direct contrast to the hard lines of his body. "Things that would make you beg and moan and scream?"
"Yes." I dragged my hands down his torso only to slip my fingers under the hem of his shirt, already desperate to touch him. I didn't like it, not really, the ache to feel his skin, but I'd worry about it later. "I'm not sure if you're trying to warn me or throwing down a gauntlet."
"Neither." He reached between us, grabbing my wrists with one hand and jerking them above my head, all but slamming them against the door. "Just telling you how things are going to be."
"Talk is cheap." I shifted until I was able to scrape my teeth over his earlobe. "Show me."
Between one heartbeat and the next, he popped open the button on my jeans and slipped his hand inside the small gap. He cursed, his breath hitching for a moment when he realized the only thing under the worn denim was skin. Sliding his hand lower, he cupped my cunt in his calloused palm before sinking two fingers deep inside, finding my G-spot with uncanny precision.
I didn't scream. I think I was still too proud to do that. But I did let out a gasping moan, my entire body going taut before I went limp, sagging against him, dropping my head on his shoulder. Before I had time to recover, to even draw a good breath, he rubbed his thumb over my clit before scraping the nail across the overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
This time I did scream, low and hoarse, when the orgasm tore through me.
The next few minutes were a blur, punctuated by the sound of clothing ripping, button scattering, cursing from both of us as we stumbled our way across the room. My jeans hit the floor a second before my back hit the mattress, his shirt following seconds later. He shoved my legs apart with his shoulders, blowing a stream of air over my stomach before sliding lower, slicking his tongue over my cunt, humming low in his throat.
That was when I discovered the bar over his eyebrow wasn't his only piercing.
I fisted my hands in his hair, clamping my thighs around his head and arching my hips against him. I liked oral sex. Or at least I liked the concept of it. I hadn't been with a man who had more than a passing interest in giving, although they were all more than eager to have their cock in my mouth. This man, though....
He licked. Sucked. Nibbled. And he did it all with the fervor of a man worshipping God.
The orgasms came in waves, the second hard on the heels of the first, the third starting almost before the second ended. My hands slipped from his hair, resting limply on his shoulders, and if anybody had asked me if I was trying to pull him closer or push him away I wouldn't have been able to answer them. The muscles in my thighs trembled before going weak, falling open wide, the stretching of my tendons almost painful.
He pressed a single, soft kiss to my cunt before shifting upward, pressing another kiss to my stomach. "No, you don't. We're far from finished."
"I need... something. Water." And a few minutes to breathe. I pushed up on my elbows, shaking my hair out of my face and managing a smile. "Please?"
"Sure." He slid off the bed in a smooth roll, padding noiselessly across the room and around a corner, the harsh fluorescent light from the refrigerator cutting through the dark for a few seconds as he opened and closed the door. Gliding back, he handed me a small bottle of water, perching on the edge of the bed and taking a few sips from his own bottle. "Drink up."
Instead of answering, I did just that, all but moaning in gratitude with the first sip. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I set the bottle on the nightstand and flopped back down on the mattress. "Thanks. I needed that."
"Orgasms are thirsty work." He set his own bottle down, rolling over and straddling me, cupping my breasts in his hands. He stroked his thumbs over my nipples, chuckling when I bit my lip in an effort to hold back a groan. "And I told you, we're far from finished."
He leaned down and before I had to time to realize what he planned to do, he pressed his lips to mine, slipping his tongue in to my mouth with the same skill with which he'd found my G-spot. I laid there awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do. I didn't kiss. I just... didn't. Kissing was intimate in a way fucking wasn't and I didn't believe in intimacy.
Still. This was... nice.
So when he eased away, I couldn't hold back a sigh of disappointment, palming the nape of his neck and attempting to pull him closer. He laughed again, lower this time, the sound resonating through him and in to me. "Greedy, aren't you?"
"Yes." I pushed upward, rolling us until I was astride him, leaning down and scraping my teeth over his collarbone. I slid down his torso, swirling my tongue over first one nipple and then the other, letting out a chuckle of my own when he groaned and fisted one hand in my hair. Pushing his arm away, I continued my downward slide, settling myself between his thighs and getting a good look at his cock for the first time.
I can't say why I was surprised to discover he had a Prince Albert piercing, the curved barbell small and discreet, and yet I was. Looking up at him through my hair, I said, "Is there anything you don't have pierced?"
"I've been considering getting my belly button pierced but I don't think I can pull it off."
The giggle bubbled out of me before I could help myself, high and bright and definitely not appropriate for a hookup. Swallowing down a second giggle, I said, "Well, you have the abs for it."
"Yeah, but I've never been a fan of belly shirts." He stroked the hair back from my face, gathering the tangled mass in a loose ponytail and tugging lightly. "Now, are we going to make bad jokes or are you going to suck my cock?"
Well, given those choices....
Grasping his cock in one hand, I slicked my tongue over and around the head, spending a few extra seconds playing with the small silver balls at either end of the piercing before sucking him deep in my mouth. He was thick, pleasantly so, enough I was already imagining how he'd feel thrusting inside me, and long, but not so long that trying to fuck him would be an exercise in Twister. If I'd been asked to describe a perfect cock, his would come pretty damn close.
So I gave his cock as much time and attention as he'd given my cunt and if his moans were any indication, he appreciated my efforts as much as I'd appreciated his.
When his cock started to pulse, I squeezed the base and pulled back, licking the head one last time before straightening as much as his grip on my hair would allow. "I don't want you to come yet."
"I don't want to come yet, either." He pulled me up, rolling me over and pressing me in to the mattress. When he kissed me this time, I didn't hesitate to respond, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him tighter against me. He didn't break the kiss until we were both breathless, his next words coming out as a gasp. "I've got my latest blood tests in the nightstand if you want to see them. I'm clean."
It took far longer than it should have for me to realize what he wasn't and wasn't saying. Clearing my throat, I said, "Me, too. And I'm on birth control."
"Good." He pushed my thighs apart, slid his hands under my ass, and canted my hips up before easing his cock inside me, not stopping his forward thrust until his hips were against mine. He dropped his head, his chin against his chest, his breathing harsh and shuddered. "Fuck, you feel good."
"Yeah." I swallowed hard, clenching my jaw even as my cunt rippled around his cock. The barbell scraped over my G-spot, applying the perfect amount of pressure while his pubic bone pressed directly against my clit. Saying he felt ‘good' was something of an understatement. "Yeah, you, too."
"Some of the things I wanted to do to you...." He trailed off, rolling his hips more than thrusting, sliding his hands up my thighs and helping me wrap my legs around his waist before leaning forward and brushing his lips over mine. "They may have to wait until next time."