“Yes, um… So we have to talk?”
Ice laughed. “Nope. I was only trying to make you feel more comfortable.”
“I’m not going to be able to get comfortable with a dick your size inside me.” She moaned, trying to adjust her hips so his every stroke didn’t feel as if he was battering her womb.
She wiggled again. “It feels strange.”
Ice quit moving. “How?”
“I don’t know. I don’t have anything to compare it to, but it feels like hard bumps.”
“That’s my piercing,” Ice explained, laughing at her expression.
“Will it tear me?”
“Baby, they’re metal balls, not spikes.” Ice began moving again. “Didn’t you see them when I put the condom on?”
“No. I was too embarrassed to watch,” she explained, clutching his shoulders as he moved faster.
“I’ll show you when I get finished.”
“That’s okay.”
Grace began thrusting her hips up at him awkwardly at first until she matched his rhythm. In sync, their bodies each worked to satisfy the others’ demands. Each time the head of his cock slid in and out of her, she wanted to scream in pleasure and beg him to thrust harder.
His hand went to her clit, massaging the button between two fingers while his mouth returned to her neck, sucking the same tender flesh back into his mouth. The slight pain on the sensitive part of her body had her thrusting harder against him.
Ice groaned, taking her hips in his large hands, shifting her slightly until his cock hit her insides in an upward motion. When he powered inside her the next time, she didn’t feel a building of tension; she felt a sudden explosion, which had her mind going dark for a brief second. She regained her senses to feel his body shaking against her as he climaxed with her.
He kissed the spot on her neck before rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of his chest. Grace then reached down to the foot of the bed and grabbed the rose-colored top sheet, pulling it up over both of them.
Ice swept her hair from both sides of her face, tucking it behind her ears. “I like to see that look on your face and know I put it there.”
She smiled down at the arrogance on his face, not offended. He deserved kudos for his performance.
Grace placed her hands on his chest, laying her head on them to stare into his icy blue eyes. “Did it hurt when you got your penis pierced?”
“I don’t remember.”
She hadn’t expected that answer. “You didn’t plan on getting pierced?”
“Fuck, no. Colton, a brother, owns a tattoo shop. He gets a lot of calls for male piercings. His ex-wife used to do them, but when she went to prison, he had to learn. He kept pestering the brothers to let him practice on us, but frankly, none of us wanted him near our dicks.
“One night, he comes over to the club, and we had a kick-ass party and got drunk off our asses. Colton dared us to get pierced, calling us all pussies. Not only did we get pierced, but it became a challenge to see who could handle the most.”
“Did you win?” Grace asked.
“Fuck, no. I wasn’t that drunk. I only have the long barbell through the head of my cock. I just had to show them I wasn’t afraid to get it done.”
“Why would you do something you didn’t really want to do?”
“Baby, my men are sharks; they smell fear, they attack. I didn’t care one way or the other about the piercing. I just didn’t want a newbie doing it.”
“I’m glad you don’t remember if it hurt. Who won the contest? Never mind. I don’t want to know. What did the men say when they sobered up?”
“They were mad as hell. Colton didn’t come around the clubhouse for a couple of months.”
“So it doesn’t hurt you when you have sex?”
“It pinches a little.”
“Then why don’t you take it out?”
“Because I like a little bit of pain when I fuck.” His blunt way of talking had her body becoming damp again.
Ice rolled to his side, laying her back against the bed. “The bathroom’s through which door?”
“The one on the left.”
He unashamedly got out of bed, walking naked across the room. With his back to her, Grace was able to stare at his ass unnoticed until he closed the door behind him.
She fell back against the bed, pulling a pillow over her face. She was smart enough to know she was in over her head, and if she didn’t tread carefully, she would drown. When he came back, she would tell him he needed to leave. She wouldn’t give him the option of staying.
The bathroom door opened, and Grace lifted the pillow as Ice came out, walking back to the bed. He placed a knee on the bed, reaching down to pull the thicker blanket upwards.