Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,56

heart seemed to beat in the same rhythm as his now. I couldn’t explain any of it, but I was already neck deep in it.

His name didn’t suit him.

It was him.

He was the shade, covering every inch of my soul that’d been left too long exposed in the blinding light. I’d been living without an escape and now he was blanketing me. His protection, his attention, his eyes on me, the way he didn’t cater to me or treat me like I was inconsequential—I wanted him.

“I want everything,” I admitted.

His expression darkened with his voice. “You’re not getting everything. You’re getting orgasms and then you’re getting out of here in one piece.” His nostrils flared like he was angry. “That’s all I’m offering.”

“What if I want more?” I wasn’t daring to ask. I wasn’t playing games. I simply, honestly wanted to know.

“You don’t.”

His reply stinging, I pushed ahead anyway. Wrapping my fingers around the shaft of his hard length, I asked what I already knew. “How many piercings?” I’d felt four on my tongue and one on the roof of my mouth. All huge, all with barbells.

“Five.”

I squeezed and he pulsed in my hand. Then I asked what I wanted to know since I’d first felt them. “Why?” It wasn’t just about sex. It wasn’t just for looks or for the single moments when he was getting off. This man was deeper than that. He didn’t do anything without purpose.

“There has to be a reason?”

Now I knew there was significance behind the number. “There is with you,” I said confidently.

He smirked.

I pushed. “Why five?” He could’ve stopped at one, or he could’ve fit twice as many, he was that big. But he didn’t. Five seemed important.

“Get on all fours and I’ll tell you.” He dropped his hands.

The warmth of his touch leaving, my core thrumming with need, all I wanted to do was what he wanted, but I didn’t get on my hands and knees. Instead, I wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers brushing across his scar, and I went on tip toe. Then I made a demand of my own. “Kiss me.”

“I was wrong.” Fisting a handful of my hair, he pulled me in tight. “Taking you into that restaurant wasn’t the turning point.” His lips a breath away, he growled out two words. “This is.”

He slammed his mouth over mine.

FUCK MY HEAD UP, WOMAN. Do your goddamn worst.

That’s what I was thinking when I took her mouth.

I’d show her exactly what I thought of her fucking questions. She didn’t want to touch me, she wanted in my head and no one went there. I wasn’t hers. I wasn’t going to be dissected, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her why five pieces of hardware were pierced through my cock. If she wanted to fucking talk with a man naked in front of her, she should get a goddamn boyfriend.

All of those shit thoughts ricocheted through my head, but then my tongue tangled with hers and everything I said to myself became a joke.

I was a joke.

This woman was an adrenaline rush that rivaled anything I’d experienced downrange. My head was spinning, my heart was jack hammering and I wanted to fuck or fight. Or both. With her.

Driving into her mouth like she was the oxygen I needed to feed my lungs, I took her trusting innocence like I had a right, then I picked her up. Holding her up so her tits were level with my mouth, I latched on.

“Shade,” she gasped, threading her fingers into my hair and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I wanted to cover her tits with my cum and answer every damn question she’d ever asked. Biting her sweet nipple, I sucked.

Her wet cunt on my abs, her body jerked and her head fell back. “Oh my God.” She moaned. “More.”

Her ass in my hands, her lush and sensitive rack in my face, I was in fucking heaven. “You’re gonna get more.” A whole ten inches more. Latching on to her other hard nipple, I sucked the tight bud between my teeth.

“Tell me,” she demanded, gripping my hair and shoving her tit into my mouth. “You promised.”

Fighting a smile, I licked a circle around her nipple. “You on all fours?”

“Then put me down.” She squirmed.

I gripped a handful of her hair and brought my mouth to hers. “Last fucking chance,” I warned as my hard as fuck cock throbbed against her slick cunt. “If you don’t want me