That’s right, give me every first you have left.Swallowing down my need as my control threatens to unravel, I yank the other cup down in a similar fashion and gently tweak the hardened buds. “Fuck, sweetheart. These are the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”
“Don’t call me that.”
I pause. “Call you what?”
“Sweetheart. Baby girl. They’re condescending. A way for you to distance yourself from me.” Something shifts as she speaks, a heat overtaking her that makes my body feel like it’s melting; she sits up straighter, sliding her ass down the bed so she can slip her thighs on either side of my legs, and her hands come up to cover mine, squeezing her tits with a force I wouldn’t have thought nipple piercings would allow. “I’m not some fragile little princess, and I don’t want your distance.”
My throat feels tight as I stare down at where we’re connected, my brain struggling to keep up with what’s going on. I’m supposed to be punishing her, but for some reason, I’m the one who feels like he’s dying.
“What should I call you?” Slipping my hands from her, I push her down by her shoulders until her back is flat against the mattress, and plant my hands beside her head. Caging her in. Reminding her who’s in charge.
Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, she slides one hand down the front of my chest, fingers toying with the waistband of my pants. “Kitten. I like kitten.” She pops open the button on my jeans, reaching until she feels the rock-hard skin beneath. There’s a vulnerability here, something she’s giving me in allowing any of this.
In playing along—I don’t suspect she’s ever given in before. Too used to pleasure being handed to her on a silver platter, she’s never had to stop and consider that maybe what works for everyone else isn’t what works for her.
I knew it that day in the alley, that something in her encounter with the firefighter was missing.
Me.
“Have you ever called anyone else that?” Her tiny palm curls around my shaft, giving me a solid pump that has my elbows buckling, my hips jerking into her.
“I’ve never wanted to,” I admit, unable to keep the truth at bay. Unable to think about anything except getting inside of her. My hands fall to her thighs as she pulls me from the confines of my jeans, her thumb swirling around the bead of precum that’s collected at my tip.
It throbs in her grip, my pulse so present there that I can’t feel it anywhere else.
Shifting back just long enough to discard my hoodie and wriggle from my jeans and boxers, I climb back on top of her and settle between her legs. She tilts her head as I pepper kisses along her jaw, allowing me better access, and I swear in this moment I’ve never wanted anything more than to crawl inside someone, sew our souls together, and never fucking let them go.
She’s so fucking pliant, and all I want is to bury myself in her, fuck her until she’s one with my mattress and unable to erase my fingerprints from her skin. I slide down her chest, running my tongue over the metal adorning each nipple, and she bucks against me, fingers diving into my hair. Yanking tightly, she forces me closer; I fit as much of her tit in my mouth as I can, sucking with a vehemence that’d make a vacuum jealous.
A whimper draws my attention, and when I glance up to see her head thrown back in pure bliss, I freeze, releasing her. “You don’t come until I say you come.”
Her eyes widen and then narrow, little slits of defiance that send a perverse shiver down my spine, pooling at the base. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“I can, and I am.” I fist my cock, giving it a few strokes, and run it through her slit, lubricating it and making her moan. Goddamn, she looks like an angel spread out beneath me, even in her odd state of half-undressed. Something about her still being partially clothed makes me even harder, and I’m pushing against her tight channel before I’ve given it a second thought. Pausing for a second, I raise an eyebrow. “Birth control?”
She licks her lips, reaching up to play with her piercings; I swear, I almost come on the spot. “Does it matter? You’re going to do what you want, anyway.”
I don’t appreciate how she’s making this out to be a burden I’ve placed on her, but whatever. We’ll deal with that later.
She’s not wrong, either way. Birth control or not, I know exactly where I’m coming, and I don’t have any condoms here anyway.
Lining up with her entrance, I push inside with one swift thrust, reveling in the shriek that echoes against the walls.Fuck.She’s incredibly tight, especially since I left her on the edge, vying for a quick release. And I’m barely hanging on as it is, liquid hot hunger aching in my balls as they threaten to spill early.
Holding my breath and posture rigid for several moments, I wait for the thirst to subside slightly before pumping again, bringing my hips flush with hers. She gasps as I bottom out, bumping against her cervix, hands flying up to my shoulders and digging in for the ride.
“Holy shit,” I groan, unable to keep my feelings at bay. “This is… fuck, kitten, your cunt is divine.” I pick up my pace, loving how her tits bounce in time with each thrust.
She whimpers, raising her hips to meet mine, sending jolts of pleasure through my veins the way ecstasy delivers blinding euphoria—slowly, tantalizingly, and with purpose. I struggle to swallow over the knot in my throat, brought on by her utter perfection; reaching down to where we’re connected, knowing I’m not about to last and that she needs to finish first, I circle my thumb in tight little motions around her clit, paying close attention to which maneuvers have her choking in rapture.
“Harder,” she moans, pulling my free hand from its position on the bed and bringing it up to her throat. On instinct, my fingers wrap around the delicate column of skin, pressing upward just enough to barely rob her of air. She tightens around me, eyes glazing over, and I know she’s fucking close.
I fuck her hard, as if I’m trying to split her body in two, and she knows it. Loves it. Her pussy clamps down so tight around my cock that it almost pushes me out entirely, but I shove myself in to the hilt, nearly passing out from the grip of her inner walls.
“I’m—oh, fuck, Kieran—”
“Come, Kitten. Come so goddamn hard around my cock that both of us see stars.”
“I don’t know—I’ve never…”