“Yep. My nipple is pierced,” she replied, still breathless.
He stared at her and then he pulled back, and in once fast movement, pulled her t-shirt over her head. Reaching behind her, he unsnapped her bra faster than she thought a man could manage, and pulling it off, he drank her in. Reaching up a hand, he lightly touched a finger to the bar through her right nipple.
“Does it hurt?” he asked softly, eyes glazed over as he glanced at her.
“Not at all,” she replied, smiling at the look in his eyes. Reaching a hand up, she took the bar between her fingers and tugged. “See?”
“Sweet mother of God,” Jax choked out as she felt his dick jump against her belly.
Quickly, he pulled her hand away while simultaneously leaning down, sucking her nipple into his mouth. Gasping out his name, she arched her back as he sucked hard, his tongue playing with her nipple and the bar. Her blood felt like it was boiling in her veins as her knees went weak. Planting her hands on his shoulders, she dug her fingers in and held on tight as his tongue continued to play.
Pulling away, her nipple left his mouth with a pop as he moved his mouth to her other one. One of his hands reached up to replace it, and his fingers twisted, pinched, and tugged while his mouth devoured the other. His hand left her breast and trailed down her stomach, where he shoved it under the waist band of her shorts, cupping her mound.
Breath choking off at the dual sensations, she dug her fingers into his shoulders harder, uncaring of the marks she was making with her nails. His mouth switched back to her pierced nipple as his fingers slipped inside her, and she moaned when he fingers found her clit.
His mouth alternated between her nipples as his fingers circled around her clit, moving faster and harder with every pass. Her core was tightened to the point of pain, and with a burst of sensation, she came, mouth open in a silent scream as her hips jerked against his hand.
He followed her through her climax, making it spike again and again before he eased her back down. They were both breathing heavy as he straightened up, and as soon as her vision cleared and her wits partially returned, she reached out and yanked his pants down, reaching for the hard cock straining toward her, needing to feel him in her hand again. Eight years was far too long to go without that magical piece of anatomy in her life.
Quick as a lightning strike, Jax reached out and grabbed her wrist. “No. If you touch me right now I’m going to go off faster than a rocket on the fourth of July.”
Pushing aside the disappointment that washed over her, she sent him a sultry smile instead and unsnapped her shorts, shoving them and her panties down before stepping out of them. Turning around, she glanced over her shoulder as she bent over, bracing her arms against the wall of the barn and grabbing hold of the top of a bench.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
She watched as he dragged his eyes from her wet center, stopping to trace the off center iron butterfly tattoo on her back. “So this is the tat that curls around to the front.”
“Look later. Fuck now,” she demanded, needing to feel him inside her.
“Dammit, Piper. Keep saying shit like that, and I’ll come before I’m even inside you,” he gritted out.
Smirking, she turned her head back to the wall as he moved in closer, his heat seeping into her. She felt him rub his dick through her wet folds, and she nearly sighed in bliss at finally feeling him against her most private spot again. Too. Fucking. Long.
Lining himself up, he began easing inside, and she felt her eyes roll back in her head as pleasure and sensation shot through her body. He went slowly at first, feeding the first few inches in increments, and she savored the feeling of her body stretching to accommodate his substantial girth. Then he took her hips in his, fingers tightening, and slammed inside in one hard thrust.
“Fuuuuck,” she breathed out, stars dancing behind her lids. “Again.”
Fingers flexing then digging harder into her skin, he gritted out, “I’m not going to last long. It’s been too long.”
Using the bench for leverage, she eased away and then shoved herself backward, making them both moan. “I don’t care. Fuck me, Jax. Now.”
Not saying another word, he pulled out and thrust back into her, his thighs slapping against hers. He kept it up, setting a blistering pace. Piper was just along for the ride, unable to move from the pleasure overwhelming her senses, not able to even find her voice again.
Despite the fast pace, she swore she felt every ridge and vein on his dick, and they were amplifying the sensations she felt to a painful degree. Over and over, he pounded into her, their thighs slapping together loudly, perspiration running down their bodies.
Letting go of her hip with one hand, Jax snaked it around her body, his fingers finding her clit. Circling it hard and fast, his hips went even faster, and before Piper even realized what was happening, she was coming, harder than she ever had before.
Breath stalling, she went weak as pleasure streaked through her veins and washed over her skin. She would have pitched forward headfirst into the wall if it hadn’t been for Jax’s tight grip on her hips.
“Fuck, Piper,” he gritted out, his thrusts becoming jerky as he lost control.
She felt it when he came, heat coating her insides as he held himself to her, moving from the force of his orgasm without leaving her body. Their heavy breathing filled the barn as they both panted, and she willed strength int
o her limbs again.
“That was amazing, Piper,” he said, voice still shaky as he eased out of her. “Let me get a towel to clean you up.”
The loss of his body against hers brought reality crashing back down around her. Shaking her head despite the wetness she could feeling leaking out of her and coating her thighs, she bent down and grabbed her shorts, pulling them back on.