Page 50 of Awakened
His chest shook with laughter, and he swatted my ass, making me squeak. “Keep it up and see what happens.”
“Shh.” I unbuckled his belt and popped open the button on his jeans, pushing up on my knees to give him space to lift his hips and shimmy out of his pants and boxer briefs.
Looking down at his dick, I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “A piercing?”
He nodded, his lips pulling into a smirk. I’d never seen a dick piercing in real life. Aiden wasn’t the kind of guy to have piercings. He didn’t even have a tattoo. Honestly, Zach didn’t strike me as the type either. I expected some cliché tribal ink or a cartoon character on his hip that he got while drunk on spring break in college, not a badass piercing.
The discovery pushed my arousal through the roof, and I wanted to feel it inside of me. I reached a hesitant hand out to touch the head. Tracing the piercing with my finger, Zach hissed and closed his eyes. The sound knocked some sense back into my head.
Get it together.
I was being a total freak and treating his dick like it was a scary alien. With a slight head shake, I gripped him at the base and stroked him slowly but firmly.
“Like that.” His abs contracted, and he bit his plump lower lip as he watched my hand work. “Fuck.”
I lowered my mouth and circled the head with my tongue. His skin was salty, and the balls on the ends of the bar felt weird. Not bad, just different.
Zach’s hips bucked up, and he moaned. “You have to stop, or this will be over before it starts.”
I smiled as he pushed me onto my back and settled between my legs. His pierced tip rubbed the soft lace between my thighs, teasing my pussy with every pass. He kissed down my body, stopping to pay special attention to my nipples—licking, blowing, and biting until my legs were a vice around him. The stubble on his chin tickled as he kissed just below my belly button, and I laughed, shoving his head away.
He looked up at me with a quirked eyebrow. “That tickle?” His fingers hooked into the sides of my panties, and he dragged them down my legs.
I nodded, the ability to speak suddenly out of reach.
Starting at my ankle, Zach kissed up my right calf, slowing as he reached the top of my thighs. He sucked my skin, leaving little marks, never getting too close to where I wanted him most. Every pass of his mouth sent shivers through me, making my legs tremble in anticipation of his next move.
I raised my hips, my brain so flooded with arousal that all I could think about was getting off.
Noticing my annoyance, he chuckled. “You okay?”
I glared up at his ridiculously beautiful face, panting with need. “I’d be a lot better if you stopped fucking around.” When his mouth finally found my clit, I shuddered violently. “Zach,” I whined out.
His tongue began a slow rhythm, licking, stopping at the top to flick my clit. My fingers plowed through his hair, holding him in place until the job was done.
Air? He could breathe when he finished me off.
He moaned, his tongue darting in and out of me as he kneaded my ass. His mouth was magic. I would be writing poems about his oral game to live in perpetuity for all to enjoy.
Every thrust of his tongue pushed me toward what I was sure would be a fantastic end. It felt amazing, but eventually, I needed more. I needed to be filled. As if hearing my silent pleas, he moved his mouth back up to my clit and slid two fingers in.
I moaned, and my hips rose off the bed, seeking more. Zach placed his free hand across my stomach to hold me in place. His tongue flicked my sensitive clit as his fingers quickly glided in and out. The sound of my wetness and jagged breathing filled the room as I hovered on the edge of climax. My eyes shut as I focused on chasing my orgasm.
Zach’s free hand slid from my stomach and roughly squeezed my breast. That was the final piece. An orgasm tore through me, and heat washed over my body. My eyes, which had been shut tight, opened wide. Black dots clouded my vision as I looked down to where Zach was between my shaking legs.
My brain soaked in a lustful haze, I fumbled to pull a condomfrom the bedside table. Zach opened the package and rolled it on. Kissing me deeply, he slid all the way in. My head rolled back, and Zach moaned loudly against my neck.
I couldn’t help but compare the feeling to the only other experience I had with sex. Zach didn’t stretch me like Aiden, but the piercing hit in a new and wonderful way. I wasn’t sure what to expect when we started, but he felt good. It was good. When he began to slowly thrust, relief mixed with the lingering tingles from my orgasm, and I let out a content sigh.
Zach watched as I marveled at the slow flex and release of his muscles as he fucked me. It was like a movie, only it was happening to me. Planting my feet on the bed, I thrust up, experimenting with angles and his piercing. I wrapped my legs around him, and he drove into me, making me see spots. Digging my heels into his ass, I gasped, “Harder, Zach.”
He grunted and moved to his knees. Grabbing my hips, he went deeper, and another orgasm started to build. His fingers dug into my fleshy thighs as they shook with each thrust.
I laced my hands around his neck, pulling his head down. Peppering kisses up his neck, I took his earlobe into my mouth, gently nibbling and tugging the soft flesh.
He groaned, and his thrusts became more erratic and rough until he moaned and stilled. Panting, he dropped his forehead to mine. Still inside me, he wound his hips, rubbing against my clit. “I need you to come again.”
A shuddered breath fell from me when he tweaked my nipple, his lips feathering over mine in teasing brushes.
