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“You. I want you.”
He reached out with both hands and flicked at her nipples still covered by the shirt. “Take the shirt off.”
Another choice. Had she not made the choices before? Had she done things without considering what might come after? This with him, right now, the morning after, was a choice she had to make. Conscious and aware.
Her fingers trembled as she gripped the bottom edge of her shirt. The intent had been to go slow. Her actions were anything but. She ripped the shirt over her head before she could change her mind.
A slow, naughty grin spread across his mouth when her breasts came into view. He reached out again and flicked her nipples. She arched and he took it as the invitation it was and pulled at them. She couldn’t stop the groan that filtered up from her throat. Seeing his black-painted fingernails against her pale skin … It was like every sin and wicked thought she’d ever had coming to life. It enthralled her, the feel and sight of him touching her. “Like that, do you?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out as a breathy gasp when he lifted her breasts by her nipples. She’d never told anyone that she liked her sex a little rough with a little pain, but he seemed to know. She’d hardly dared admit it to herself. Most of her previous partners were oblivious to what she craved in the bedroom. The one man she had told thought her slutty, a trait he didn’t want in the future mother of his children. Elise had learned not to be so open with the men she dated. And she most definitely kept her love of all-day, all-night hard sex to herself.
Vinter seemed to know what her body wanted. He also seemed to catch on to how much she wanted to admit it, tell it, say it, shout it, scream it as well. Was that part of the bad boy persona? Did they all know their partners as well or was it only her needs that were so transparent?
“Before we go further, you need to see something.”
He let go of her nipples and she deflated. His hands on her body burned through her like liquid flames. “What?”
Sitting back with her ass resting on her heels, she waited and watched. Long fingers with colorful designs on the knuckles unbuttoned his 501s.
Since they’d hit the market so many years ago, they’d been her favorite jeans for men. It made her mouth water when a man ripped the buttons open. Though, if she were to use her teeth on a zipper … That would make for a sexier argument. Vinter would let her, too. He would let her explore and experiment with him.
Once all the buttons were free of their holes, he lowered his jeans to his hips and pulled out his cock. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god.” The more she stared at it, the harder it seemed to get.
His cock was long and thick and she doubted her fingers would wrap around his girth. That wasn’t what captured her attention. Nope. It was the piercings. She’d never seen a cock pierced that way. Yes, she’d seen pictures of cocks with rings and even bars through the head, but never this, never the shaft pierced. She reached out, wanting to touch him, and as she did so, the skin around the piercings grew taut. “May I …?”
“Yes. Touch me.” His breath hissed out and, as if his cock understood what she’d said, it flexed toward her.
Her fingertips took the ring that pierced the head and tugged with light pressure. His body tensed. The pads of her fingers skimmed down his length and over the four bars placed at even intervals. “Do they hurt?” she asked, wrapping her palm around the base. She slid her hand up, tight at first, until she got to the head, then loosened her grip, one bar between each of her fingers.
“No,” he ground out.
She’d never seen anything more provocative, more erotic. She thought his tats were hot, his pierced ears too, but this was beyond anything she’d imagined. He was unlike any man she knew, and not for the first time, she was very glad she’d wandered into his bar.
“Why did you get them?”
“No real reason. I liked the idea. It’s different. I liked the little bite of pain, too. It’s expression. And,” he lowered his voice to a teasing whisper. “You think they’re hot.”
Oh God, did she ever. As she stroked him, she realized she was different as well and had been since meeting him. At least, different from what others saw. No one knew she’d find this kind of man ideal … Smokin’ hot bad boy, expressive in body and art. No one knew she’d be the kind of woman to leave a bar, well hell, much less enter one, and say yes to a night of uninhibited lust. She was so tired of wearing the mask. However, she was beginning to learn that she didn’t have to wear it and was thrilled that he was taking it from her.
Her gaze roamed over his abs and up his chest again. Color was everywhere. She wasn’t sure there was an inch of skin not covered in ink. How long would it take her to trace them all with her tongue? She’d love to find out.
Her gaze dropped back to his cock. She hadn't let go. She didn't want to. Ever.
He was smooth-shaven, lacking any trace of hair, and, God, that was … She wanted to bury her face against him, inhale, and suckle between his legs.
“You want something,” he ground out. “Tell me.”
Bold, yet shy, she whispered, “I want to taste you.”
“Good girl. Do it. Taste me.”
And so she did. Tongue, lips and wide-open mouth explored. The cool metal against warm skin made for an interesting contrast. Her teeth played with the ring, tugging on it, dragging a groan out of him. Vinter flexed his fingers at his side as she moved down. She tugged on each of the barbells. When she plucked at the barbells with her teeth, agonized moans escaped him.
She licked swirls around each of the bars and slipped the tip of her tongue through the ring. She pulled and took as much of his hardness into her mouth as possible.
She couldn’t begin to describe what this stranger did to her insides, her pussy. Holy. Hell. Her panties had melted when she saw the piercings.
“Damn, baby. You must like the decorations.”
