Page 66 of The Heartbreak List

“You’re everything.” He smiles at me. “But you don’t need to be perfect. And you don’t need to make apologies because I need to put in a little extra work.”

He doesn't make this about me being sick, even though it is. With him I get to be exactly who I am in this moment. Right here. Right now.

I nod. “I need lube.”

“I’ll go grab it.” He crawls off the bed.

A minute later he’s back with the bottle of water-based gel. He pours some on his fingers and rubs them together to warm it up while he lies down beside me. When his finger curls inside me more sparks fly.

“Better?” He adds the second finger and there’s no discomfort. My eyes close while my body starts to move.

“So much.” I whimper right before he kisses me. Opening my eyes, I thread a hand through his hair as our tongues tease and taste.

The heel of his palm grinds on my clit as he adjusts his hand. “How does that feel?”

“Amazing.” I can feel an orgasm building as I become hypersensitive to every stroke of his fingers.

“You’re taking three of my fingers.” He stares at me like I’m something mythical. “You could take my cock so well.”

“Then do it. Give it to me.” I bow off the bed. I’m so close.

“Let me get a condom.” He pulls away.

I grab his wrist. “It’s not necessary.”

He peers into my eyes, and he must find what he’s looking for, because he lays on his back. “Come here then.”

I straddle him, his hard cock with all its metal between my thighs.

“Take control.” He wraps his hands around my hips. “Show me what you want. Take what you need.”

I grip him and his cock pulses as a groan slips from between his teeth. Guiding him to my entrance, I notch him there then ease down. He’s thick; even with all the preparation I can feel each bit of metal, but it’s pleasure not pain. It’s more than I expected, but in a good way.

When he moves inside me he hits spots that feel so fantastic as the piercings drag against my most sensitive places.

“Nice and slow.” He lifts me easily, not guiding, but steadying, letting me control the depth and the tempo. “Whatever you need from me, Indy.”

I need to see stars. I need to soar. He has me so close to the edge with all this sweet friction. I want to fall headlong into this orgasm he’s bringing on with his pierced cock and his words. I want him to push me. I want to be swept away. “Take control.”

“What do you want? Deeper? Harder? Faster?”

“All of it.”

Our positions are changed in the blink of an eye. I’m on my back underneath him. He has my knee over his shoulder and the pressure as he pushes in is exquisite. He hits deeper inside me like this and he rides my clit with his thumb.

The orgasm starts like an earthquake. Low and rumbling. Building in intensity with every sure thrust. All those piercings create shockwaves of pleasure so deep and delicious. My thighs start to shake. My toes curl.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart.” He growls as my climax takes me over. He thrusts more urgently. Groans as his cock pulses inside me with his own release.

It floods me in hot waves, setting off a last mini-quake. We rock together until the aftershocks wear off.

Rolling to his side, he takes me with him. His hand rests on my waist while he searches my face as though seeing something he didn’t expect to see. One corner of his mouth tugs up a fraction. “Fucking hell, Indy.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Theo

Weclimboutofbed and I give her one of my shirts. It swamps her, the hem hitting mid-thigh. Her hair is all teased up at the back thanks to her being on her back while I moved her up the bed with my thrusts. She’s more than I ever expected. Perhaps more than I know how to handle.

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