Vice(11)

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."