Page 70 of Bagging the Blueliner
“Oh, honey. I grew up in Connecticut. Half the people I know lost their real virginities on a boat.”
“Rich kids.” I bent down to nip the side of her neck, and she tilted her head to give me greater access.
“Farm boy,” she teased back.
“Laugh all you want. I learned a thing or two about sex growing up on that farm.”
Her hands reached into my hair, and she tugged gently until I pulled back enough to meet her eye. I knew that look—the sass was incoming. “What’d you learn? How to mount from behind with no foreplay?”
“That only happened once. And you asked for it.”
“Are we talking or fucking?” Hannah challenged.
I nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it with my teeth until she moaned. “I don’t know, baby. Bickering with you gets me hot.”
“What did it for you today? Talking about farm animals fucking? What a hick.”
Oh, she was begging me to punish her, but I had other ideas tonight.
Sliding my hands up from her ass, I gripped the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it over her head. Eager, Hannah slipped out of her leggings, removing her panties with them. Left only in her white lace bra, I twisted the hooks behind her back, and the fabric fell away, fluttering to the floor.
Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, she was stunning. What was even sexier than her body was the confidence she had in herself. She never shied away from me when she was naked; she owned it before letting me own her.
“You’re overdressed, Mr. Berg,” Hannah’s husky voice taunted.
She stepped closer to skim her hands from my shoulders down my chest until she reached my waist. Instead of removing my shirt, she went straight for the fly of my jeans. Ripping my shirt off, I watched as she sank to her knees, licking her lips as she lowered the zipper and reached inside.
Throwing my head back, I groaned as she stroked me over the thin fabric of my boxer briefs. Without warning, she gripped the waistband and pulled down my jeans and underwear in a single tug. My cock sprang free with a mind of its own, narrowly missing smacking her in the face, and I bit back a chuckle.
Kicking off the pants pooled at my ankles, I watched as she ran her thumb over the stainless-steel bars of my piercings. Her feather-light touch drove me wild, and my hips thrust forward involuntarily.
Before I could enjoy her gentle exploration, Hannah replaced her thumb with her tongue. I groaned as the smooth texture of her tongue dragged slowly up my shaft until she reached the head. Parting her plush lips, she swallowed my length while pumping the base with her hand.
Reaching my hand into her hair, I set the pace, urging her to move faster. It felt so fucking good, and the sight of her mouth wrapped around my cock only heightened the pleasure coursing through my veins. I wasn’t going to last long like this.
Hannah moaned, and I tightened my grip, thrusting my hips forward in time to meet her mouth stroke for stroke. When she reached a hand between her legs, I nearly came undone.
Pulling her off, I tugged her arms until she stood before me. Taking her mouth in a punishing kiss, I crushed her body to mine, trying to get closer. Walking her backward until her knees bumped the edge of the bed, I turned us, pulling her down on top of me.
Lying back, I positioned her, straddling over my lap. Gripping her hips, I rocked her gently, letting her slick flesh glide over the underside of my dick. Hannah’s eyes popped open, and her breathing hitched when she realized how good my Jacob’s ladder felt rubbing against her clit.
Pulling her head back down to mine, I peppered kisses along her jaw before sinking my teeth into the soft skin of her neck. “Ride my piercings, baby. Make yourself feel good.”
Hannah moaned above me, her back arching as she tested moving against the ribbed texture between her thighs. The first pass on her own caused her to shudder, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.
She looked like a goddess seated above me. Her brown hair was messy and wild, her blue eyes hazy with lust.
Resting my hands on her thighs, I laid back to enjoy the show. And what a show it was.
I would be replaying this night on repeat in my mind for years to come.
The way she bit her lip to try and stifle her moans unsuccessfully.
The way she tweaked her nipples as she bucked her hips faster and faster.
The way her body flushed from head to toe as she drove closer to climax.
The way her unfiltered cries of ecstasy bounced off the walls, settling inside my heart.
