His voice cuts into the heavy air between us. “No. I want to be nothing to you.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing other than the reason you aren’t putting yourself at risk with strangers you meet in bars. Ones that will care more about their own pleasure than yours.”
“You are a stranger,” I say.
“I’m a no one. A shadow. There’s a difference.”
“Is there?” I breathe, my eyelashes fluttering as my core tightens.
“A big one. A stranger is someone you haven’t gotten to know yet. A shadow is someone you never will.”
I can’t hold back my eye roll as he pumps his fingers into me.
“What about all those other women who never forget your pierced dick, huh? Why me and not them?”
He leans closer until my stiffened nipples dust his shirt. I practically convulse at the contact.
“Because you don’t like me,” he says, his mouth dangerously close to mine like he’s about to kiss me. “And you don’t want to get to know me. And when you leave, you won’t think about me again.”
“You’ve got that right.”
His lips are right over mine. Millimeters are all that remain between us.
“You’ll say it,” he grits.
“Say wh?—?”
He crushes his mouth against mine, groaning into the kiss that he delivers like a kill shot. I kiss him back, matching his intensity, pushing my hands into his hair and gripping him to me.
His kisses are just as intense as last night. Only this time, they’ve got a desperation about them, and I’m not sure it’s only mine.
“You want me to say please?” I murmur, tugging on his hair before kissing him hard again.
He bites my bottom lip, his bicep straining as he finger-fucks me with increasing speed.
“How about you ask nicely, and I’ll consider letting you drop to your knees for me?” I say.
He groans into our kiss, sliding his fingers from inside me and throwing me up into his arms. I hook my legs around his waist, and he carries me over to his workbench. He lets go of me, leaving me clinging to him, so he can grab a clean towel and spread it out over the wooden surface.
Oh God, he’s going to eat me out where he does all his work. I don’t know why that makes me wetter, but it does.
I glance to the side as he places my ass onto the bench.
“Eyes on me,” he hisses, grabbing my chin and bringing my mouth back to his, sealing his over it in another scorching kiss.
I should stop him. Last night was one thing. But this…? If we do this, then I’m as good as saying I’m happy to fuck him without consequence for the remainder of my time here.
He grunts and presses his groin between my thighs. The unmistakable hardness of his giant dick pushes against my clit.
His giant,pierceddick.
God, I’d like to get a look at that thing in the light. See how many piercings he has.
How many bars of metal made me come that hard last night.
I don’t like him. He’s right. That’s why this is perfect.
