Page 65 of The Heartbreak List

I let it fall away and then wriggle out of my panties before I turn to face him.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be a wet dream.” His eyes darken—all pupil—as he drinks me in. His voice is a husky feral growl that makes my pussy clench and my insides hot.

“Your turn.” I bite my lip. I want to know what I’m working with. My mouth waters as he tugs the drawstring in his shorts free and then pushes them off his hips to reveal a decent cock and one…two…three…

“You really weren’t joking about being pierced. You have…” My fingers scale the ridge with its ladder of piercings. “Four?”

“Five.” He groans like me touching him is the best feeling in the whole world.

“Five.” I run my fingers over the row of five shiny barbells. Nerves flutter in my belly. Oh wow!

He closes his eyes and rocks back on his feet as he hisses between his teeth. “Fuck, Indy.”

My fingertips wander over his flushed shaft. It jumps under my touch. “What does it feel like for you?”

“Extra sensitive.”

America told me, after her first experience with a pierced cock, that it feels like using an extra ribbed condom. I’m nervous. My body doesn’t work properly anymore. “Will it hurt? If I can’t get wet enough?”

“Is that a problem for you?” he watches me keenly through heavily lidded eyes.

I duck my head. “It never used to be. But these past few weeks…I don’t seem to be able to anymore.”

“Because of the meds?” He lifts my chin.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll make sure you’re wet enough.” He threads his hand through my hair and brings our mouths together. “I’ll make sure you’re really ready. I won’t hurt you, Indy. I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know you won’t.” Only Theo could manage to wrestle me in a vat of Jell-O and keep me completely safe. He would do the same here.

He gathers me into his arms and lays me down on the bed. His lips move over my skin in a series of light brushing movements. My body sparks everywhere that he touches. Trembles under each butterfly kiss.

All the way down he goes with those little fire starters. My breath quickens.

His hand finds my knee and bends it, arranging my leg over his shoulder. “I want to taste you.”

“Mmhmm.” I nod as I cover my eyes with my hand.

“Indy?” He stretches out a hand to grasp mine.

I squeeze back. I’m here. I’m all the way in this.

He drops his mouth to my pussy and runs the flat of his tongue up my slit. He has a mouth built for sin. The way he uses the tip of his tongue…I arch off the bed with a whimper. He teases me slowly until I drop the hand from my eyes so that I can see him between my thighs.

He watches me with dark, molten eyes as he sucks my clit between his teeth before releasing it. The view is so sexy. So debauched. Replacing his mouth with his fingers, he eases the tip of one inside me. “Indy, I’m going to spit on you. Make it wetter.”

“Please.” I just want him. To experience being with him. My body is aching for it.

He sucks his cheeks in to gather saliva and then spits it onto my pussy. The warm fluid rolls down my slit, and my insides clench. It’s dirty and hot when he starts pushing it inside me with his finger. Using it as lubricant. I’ve never been so turned on.

“That’s it,” he croons as he opens me up slowly, using his mouth on my clit and his fingers to stretch me so that it won’t hurt when we finally come together. “You’re taking my fingers so beautifully. Two of them now.”

I close my eyes when he adds that second digit. But my body is relaxed and it’s barely uncomfortable.

He squeezes my hand. “You need lube, don’t you? Before we go any further?”

He’s still holding my hand. He’s been holding it the whole time. “I’m sorry I’m not—”

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