Page 7 of Entangled By You
That has to be it. Why else would my body be warring between fury and arousal? When he growled in my ear to bend over, my core took notice, and the wetness between my thighs that’s still there is hard to ignore. Just thinking about it again builds the ache, and I shift, trying to relieve it on my own. But nothing I do truly scratches the itch.
My irritation at Pierce only grows the longer I lie here. It takes full control, and I grunt in annoyance.
Worming my way up the narrow mattress, my head finally finds the pillow. As one of my only senses left, his smell overwhelms me.
God dammit.
He still smells like late nights around a bonfire and afternoons in the garage, spending hours under the hood of his first beater. Memories of those times stay with me as my body relaxes into the warmth of the mattress and sleep finally pulls me under.
“Fuck, Princess, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
I glide my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge, and he jerks forward. Sucking him down draws another deep groan from his chest, and my pussy contracts, desperate with need.
“Are you going to make me come down this slick throat or are you going to let me fuck that cunt so hard you’ll feel me all day at work?” Pierce asks.
I immediately pop off his dick and shove his body back onto the mattress. I’m too worked up to worry about undressing. Pulling my panties to the side, I sink all the way down.
I forgot how good his cock feels.
I startle awake, my chest heaving, and my pussy slick with desire. It takes me a second to realize where I am and why my head throbs. Bits and pieces of last night trickle in through mymemory. It’s hazy but there. At least until I passed out, now I don’t even know what time it is.
It’s dark in here since the compound’s bedrooms don’t seem to have any windows. The only reason I didn’t assume I’d woken up buried alive is a thin sliver of light peeking through from the bathroom. It softly illuminates the man beside me.
Pierce is passed out on his back. His naked chest on full display, an arm thrown behind his head, like a GQ model mid pose. But it’s the thick fingers gripped possessively around my upper thigh that pulls a soft whimper from my chest.
It dawns on me then, I’m no longer tied up, and the fabric on my face is long gone. I’m also no longer dressed in the outfit I was wearing last night. Instead, a soft T-shirt drapes off my body, pushed up by Pierce’s hand, revealing my silk thong.
I need to quell this ache.
A wise woman would get up and leave. A clear-headed woman would go home and take care of herself with a silicone toy or a handy showerhead. Right now, I’m neither of those things. Maybe it was the dream that put the idea in my head. But all I can think about right now is sinking onto his cock and taking what I need.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I let my gaze draw south on Pierce’s fit frame. He’s so different from how he used to be. My memories are full of a gangly boy still growing into his limbs. But the man in front of me is packed full of muscles and ridges I wouldn’t mind running my tongue along.
The thin sheet does nothing to hide his hard cock, tenting the fabric. My fingers give a quick pull, and he pops free. My breath catches as the silver piercing catches against the limited light.
Fuck me, that’s new.
His chest rises and falls in a deep rhythm that gives me the courage to lean in close for a better look. I’ve heard stories about men who are pierced; it only solidifies my deranged plan.
Give a girl a chance to make good choices, damn.
He denied me once last night, and I must have been dead to the world if I don’t remember him changing my clothes. He probably thought he’d be up before me, and his nakedness wouldn’t catch up with him.
I should feel like a creep. Checking him out in all his naked glory. But I’d never allow myself the same freedom if he were awake. I’ve played the part of bitchy ex for so long, it’s become the truth in my head. But my heart knows the reality of the past. It splintered and cracked beyond repair, and because of that, I resent him for not trying harder.
Logically, it wouldn’t have mattered. My mind was made up the moment I came across those files when cleaning out my father’s office. My one-track mind wouldn’t let anything sway my plans or get in the way. But none of that really matters now; it’s too late.
Pierce readjusts in his sleep, and his cock bobs. It’s like a big red button I know I shouldn’t touch, but the allure is too strong. I inch my ass over slowly, trying to break free from his grip. When his fingers flop to the mattress and he doesn’t so much as stir, I blow out a sigh of relief.
This is the moment. I either take the path of sanity or give in to my need and say fuck it. Honestly, after living the last few years in a constant state of precise dictation, it’s about time I take my life back and say,fuck it.
Shimming off the drenched scrap of fabric from between my legs, I carefully climb over Pierce. He’s so still, only the steady beat from his chest lets me know he’s alive.
My arousal coats my inner thighs, and I have no doubt that I’m wet enough to take him deep. My hand shakes as I wrap my fingers around his hard length, pausing to drag a finger across the shining bar at the tip. I’ve never fucked someone with a pierced cock. I guess that’s hard to do when you’ve only slept with two men and one of them didn’t have this little adornment the last time you saw him naked.
Lining him up to my entrance, I keep my eyes trained on his face, waiting for the moment I rip him from a dead sleep so I can see his reaction. I sink down, inch by inch, and my thighs burn with the control of holding me in place. It’s a painstakingly slow process that only builds my frenzy of desire higher.
Taking his cock to the base, I can’t handle the strain in my thighs anymore and relax against his hips, enjoying the fullness I was so desperately craving. It spurs me on to rock my hips. Dragging my clit against his body sends shockwaves of more pleasure through my core. I’m so wrapped up in my own high that I lose focus and throw my head back.
