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Hattie
Oh. Dear. God.
I can’t quite believe this is happening. Me and Connor. Together.Finally. When I’d seen him standing there outside the elevator, staring up at the ceiling, every bit of resolve that I’d built up throughout the night to put my feelings aside had dissolved like sugar in the rain. When our eyes had met, that was it. I couldn’t pretend anymore. No matter what happened, no matter the fallout, I couldn’t pretend anymore that I don’t want him, that I don’t…that I don’tlovehim.
Because I do.
I know it deep in my bones, in my soul. And if he doesn’t feel the same, then I’ll deal with it, but for now, I can’t stop this from happening. I need him, need to be with him, even if it’s only for one night. One perfect, blissful night.
He settles his body over mine and I feel like every last nerve ending is on fire. I just got off—with quite possibly the biggest orgasm of my fucking life, by the way—and I already want more,needmore. He’s beyond sexy, and beyond skilled, and I can’t even imagine what he might have left up his sleeve. I’ve never been with a man who talks very much, let alone demands things, and damn if it isn’t just what I’ve been craving without ever knowing it.
When he told me to watch him?Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the Great Pumpkin. It was the hottest, dirtiest, sexiest thing that’s ever been said.Actuallywatching him?Dear God in Heaven. I don’t even have words for how erotic it was, but I want to see it again, over and over, on repeat for forever. I feel like I can finally be free in bed with Connor, like I can finally have everything I’ve ever wanted but was never able to ask for. And I realize now that the reason is because ItrustConnor in ways I’ve never trusted any other partner before. I feel safe with him, safe enough to let myself completely go, to be in the moment and not worry about anything but the feelings and sensations and the complete and utter connection between us.
His lips are soft and warm against mine, but demanding. The man knows how to kiss, that’s for damn sure. He starts to knead my breast again and I moan into his mouth, thrusting my tongue harder against his with my desperation. He gives an appreciative half groan, half grunt type of noise from deep in his chest and it sends shivers down my spine. He starts subtly thrusting his hips, his cock rubbing against me in a teasing glide that’s driving me crazy. I rub my hands over his back, his shoulders, his stomach. I can’t stop touching him, want to kiss and lick every tattoo on his sinfully perfect body.
When my hand brushes his belt buckle again, I whisper, “I think it’s time for this to go.” I can feel his smile against my lips just before he pushes himself up, standing beside the bed. I lean up on my elbows and watch raptly as he runs one hand through his hair and undoes his belt with the other, whipping it through the loops and out with one hand. A jolt goes through me. I can’t possibly explain why, but that was somehowextremelyarousing.What is happening to me?When he’d stroked himself earlier while he was going down on me, it had been hot as all hell. Explain that to me. Explain why it made me impossibly wetter to know that he was so turned on by doing that to me, that he couldn’t keep his hands off himself, to see him moving his palm up and down, wishing it was my own.
He slowly unbuttons his pants and then slides the zipper downward. My pulse is racing, my heart pounding in my chest so hard that I can’t believe it hasn’t crashed right through. He slides his pants and boxer-briefs down and all thoughts fly out of my head. I stare, my mouth going dry and my fingers clenching the sheets. He’s thick and hard, his cock straining forward, andoh my.
Connor ispierced.
I don’t know why I’m so shocked. I mean, he hinted earlier that this was the case, but actually seeing it...
Wow.
Wowie.
Wowza.
I don’t even know what to think or say. He stands and lets me stare, bless him, though if I looked as good as he did naked, I’d stand there and show off too. He seriously looks like a Greek God brought to life. How is he real?Ishe real? Part of me suddenly wonders if this is all some insane dream or something. But I don’t think even my dirtiest, sexiest dreams could have conjured Connor’s pierced dick.
There’s a barbell seeming to go straight through the head, a silver ball on both ends. Because he’s so tall, I have a good view of the underside too andoh dear God: a row of small metal bars runs up the bottom of his shaft. Though I’ve never actually seen one, I know what a Jacob’s Ladder is.Why…why is this sohot? Why do I want to run my tongue over them?
I have to touch him. I need to run my hands over every inch of his body, but most definitely over those piercings. Unable to stand it any longer, I shift forward, crawling to the edge of the bed and raising up onto my knees. I reach out and run my fingers over the piercing through his nipple before leaning forward and giving it a tentative lick. He gives a hoarse moan, so I do it again, enjoying the feel of the cool metal against my tongue.
“Fuck, Hattie,” he huffs out.
“Does it feel good?” I ask, honestly wondering, though the question comes out a little more sex-kitten than curious one.
“Oh yeah.”
I pull back and glance up at him as I slowly trail my fingers down his stomach, over each hard ridge of his abs, the muscles tensing beneath my hands.
“And what about these?” I ask as I run a single finger along the underside of his cock from base to tip, fascinated by the ridges formed by the barbells beneath his skin. His hips buck forward and his jaw clenches as he shuffles his feet apart, widening his stance.
“Christ,” he says through gritted teeth.
“It doesn’t hurt for them to be touched?”
“The opposite,” he whispers hoarsely. I’m surprised. When my hair gets caught around my cartilage piercing and pulls, it definitely doesn’t feel good. I can only imagine what kind of…um…pullingmight happen with these piercings. He looks down at me intently and I bite my lip as I touch the piercing through the head. His chest rises as he inhales deeply, and I wrap my palm around his cock, slowly and carefully stroking, enjoying the sensation of the piercings as they rub over my skin. I lean forward and lick his nipple again and he palms the back of my head, gently—but firmly—holding me to him. I grin and circle my tongue over and over before sucking gently. I want to know everything that turns him on, every touch, every spot, every motion that drives him wild. Eventually I pull away.
“And, um,during…it doesn’t…I mean, it isn’t uncomfortable for you?”
“Oh, sweetheart, uncomfortable is the total wrong word for it.” He leans down and kisses me softly, pulling away to murmur, “And I’m not the only one who gets pleasure out of them.” I swallow hard, trying and failing to imagine it, though my body reacts as if I completely understand exactly what he’s saying. My breathing becomes quick and shallow, goosebumps spreading over every inch of my skin, my pussy and nipples both throbbing. I want his mouth on both again, but I want something else even more right now.
I lean up and kiss him, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck and continue stroking his cock with the other. He said it doesn’t hurt when the piercings are touched, so I stroke harder. His hands fly to my hips, fingers gripping me tightly, small grunts and groans emanating as I move my fist, up and down, up and down, running my thumb over the head. I wonder what the metal would feel like against my tongue. Just when I decide that now is an excellent time to find out, he slides his hand from my hip to between my thighs. He quickly slides two fingers inside me, making me gasp against his mouth in surprise and pleasure. He pumps them in and out as I stroke him, moving my hand faster, gripping him tighter. I can’t help but worry it might hurt him, but it seems to be the opposite, just as he said. His cock seems to throb in my hand and I feel a bead of precum beneath my thumb on my next sweep over the head.
He shifts his hand so that his heel presses against my clit and I cry out.
