She gasped as the tip of his cock rubbed silkily across the flesh above her panties. The head was tipped with something cooler and even harder than his turgid flesh.
Her knees nearly gave. His piercing. She still didn’t exactly know her feelings about it. But she did know it felt damn good.
He chuckled, a sound that made her think of a serial killer about to slip a garrote around her neck. “What’s the matter?”
“Your…nothing.”
“Hmm? My what?”
“Your piercing. It’s…different for me.”
“Different isn’t always bad.”
“No. It’s just different.”
“Okay.”
“I mean, honestly I might run screaming if—”
“Macy?”
“What?”
He thrust his hardness between her legs so the bead rasped her clit. “Shut up.”
His methods proved effective. She even spread her legs to give him better access, her forehead pressed against the door as she panted.
“Wait a second,” he said. “Holy shit. What are you wearing?”
Until that moment, she’d almost forgotten. After his turbocharged fantasies of leaving her panties on, she’d donned a pair of crotchless. “I thought you might appreciate it.”
“Appreciate it? I think I’m in love.”
It was said in jest, but an odd pang went through her.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, keeping up the delectable movements that drew even more wetness from her core. One motion, one thrust from those powerful hips, and he could be inside her. So easy. She was almost mindless enough to beg him to do it. “Goddamn,” he whispered as she undulated against his tip. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“I’d rather be full of you.”
He chuckled, and his teeth nipped her shoulder. She gasped. “Don’t move,” he said. “I mean it.”
She’d never had a man take the upper hand the way he did. All of her lovers had been obsequious. Maybe that was what she’d always gravitated to, guys she could control. It wouldn’t fly here. But she wanted to try, wanted to test him, to see just what he’d do if she disobeyed. Instead, she clung to the door and trembled as she felt him moving behind her.
There was the crinkle of a foil packet. The unmistakable sound of him unfurling latex down his cock with quick strokes. She moaned when his heat pressed against her again and two of his blunt fingertips zeroed in gently on the enflamed passage between her legs. She rose on her tiptoes when he pressed inside, testing, stretching. Her inner muscles had felt like liquid, but they gripped his intruding fingers with a strength that surprised her. His breath was ragged against her ear.
“Do you always get this wet?” he whispered.
She shook her head. It was the truth. If anything, there’d been times her lack of arousal with someone new distressed her. With him…it was the exact opposite. Her willingness, her need, her body’s response to him, was a cause for major concern.
She didn’t like the way he made her admit it to him. She didn’t want to give him more power than he already had over her.
Suddenly, he removed his hand from between her legs and reached down to catch her knee, lifting her leg and fitting himself between her thighs. Her muscles went rock hard in anticipation.
“Seth…” She tilted her hips back to meet his broad head, so ready for him to fill her. She’d take him all even if it hurt.
Could it be as good as it was before? It couldn’t. Nothing could ever be that good again.
He rubbed the tip over her lips, down one side of the lace lining the slit in her panties, and up the other. She groaned and shifted, trying to capture him. There was no point in getting her any more wet; she was drenched. But he continued the elusive movements, teasing, making her beg. Making her open even wider in wantonness. Every time he passed it over her clit, his piercing wreaked havoc. Her body jerked, and she whimpered. He rubbed there, once, twice, harder…pressing…pushing up…
Desperate, nearly sobbing, she squirmed until he nestled into her entrance. Relief exploded through her, but then he didn’t push right away. What the hell was he waiting for? “Seth!”
The low chuckle in her ear told her exactly what he’d been waiting for. Pressure built behind his thick head, slowly parting her. She tossed her head back against his shoulder and her fingernails dug into the wood of the door. Her breath seized. Her body locked. But he was relentless, taking her in one slow but persistent thrust she was powerless to stop even if she’d wanted to.