Page 86 of Retrograde

He hisses with an intake of breath, then exhales sharply when I do it again and again, my pleasure igniting. With a guttural growl, Aron peels his boxers and my shirt off. Then he pulls me a little higher, until the pierced tip is aligned with my clit. I gasp.

“Two more. Big ones,” he warns me, his voice so strangled it’s barely more than a whisper. “Then you can play.”

I only mewl into his shoulder in response, the sound indistinct and feral, protest, impatience, the need for contact, all blending together.

He grips my ass and caresses the curve of each cheek before landing the final two slaps, brutal, but completely swallowed up by the heat rising inside of me. My head swims, my face feels flushed, my body fevered. The yelps I let out come from deep within my chest.

“Alright, you’re done. That’s a good girl.” His breath is hot, and his lips are so close he nearly kisses me as he speaks.

I grind myself over his length hungrily, panting into his ear with primal desperation I couldn’t control if I tried.

His hands are still on my ass, gripping me, holding me in place, guiding me. Helping me get what I want, what I need, until I shatter with a shrill cry, my muscles liquid and my head thrown back, my orgasm crashing through me in a tidal wave.

“Riley, you’re fucking trouble, you know that?” Aron growls.

“Do you think that’s all I am?” I snap my eyes up to his—two coals burning in the dark. “Is that why you enjoy hurting me? Punishing me?” My voice comes out all wrong, more sad than seductive.

To compensate for that, I rub my sensitive spot some more over him until he releases a strangled moan and until my own pleasure starts building anew.

Aron reaches between my legs, dragging his fingers through my slit. “Fucking hell, Riley. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it too. Your pussy’s absolutely soaked.” He brings his fingers close to my face to show me they’re completely covered in my arousal. “Clean me off,” he commands.

I do as he says, closing my eyes as I suck on his fingers, licking my own taste off his skin, all the more aroused because of how filthy I feel doing that. I lick my lips all around, swirling my tongue, and then hold his searing gaze.

“Are you trying to provoke me, Hotshot?” he growls.

I’m hoping he can’t see me blush in the dim light. But this close to me, he can feel my heart speed up, danger rushing through my veins.

“What if I am?”

“Then it’s time I found out if that pretty mouth of yours can do more than throw brave words at me.”

Before I can process what’s happening, he hoists me up and spins me around until my face is inches away from his glistening cock, wet with my juices as well as his, trails of precum running from the pierced tip.

“Get on your knees.” He hoists my hips up. “I want your pussy in my face.”

The hammock is still rocking gently from the commotion when I obey him unsteadily, the firm, coarse fabric shifting under my weight.

“What the fuck are you waiting for, Hotshot? Take it in your mouth. But remember ...” His breath is hot on my skin, and his teeth sink into the back of my thigh, drawing a sharp cry out of me. “If you bite, I bite.”

He drags his tongue through my entrance, and a shiver runs through me. I can’t take my eyes off the firm vein pulsating along his length. I close my fingers around the base of his shaft, and I trace that vein with my tongue, before flicking it over the small, soft beads of his piercing.

He takes a sharp intake of breath and groans, hands squeezing my hips in a bruising hold. “Fuck me, that feels good, Hotshot.”

It’s my turn to moan when he reciprocates by teasing my clit with his tongue. I’m so sensitive that even the gentle contact hurts—but in a way that has me craving more. I forget to breathe and stay motionless, savouring every coil of pleasure in my core.

Until out of nowhere, Aron pinches my clit. Hard. I flinch with a shriek, the hammock destabilising underneath me. I stop mid-motion to avoid crashing to the ground.

“Greedy little bitch. You don’t get to come again until I do. I said, take my cock in your mouth.”

Uncertainty settles low in my stomach like cold fear. I whimper as my lips close around his crown, all the tendons in my jaw stretching and protesting his size. I dip my head lower, slow and careful, the taste of salt and musk overwhelming in my mouth.

“Ever done this before, Hotshot?”

“No.” I let go of his cock to answer him.

He chuckles menacingly, and anticipation runs up my back like a chill, dark desire twisting inside of me. “You’ll be fine. Just relax. I want to go a lot deeper than that.”

“Aron, can’t we just ... I don’t know ...”