Page 26 of The Risk Taker
My breath comes in short bursts. I’m heady with want as he finishes sucking our fingers clean. The satisfied grunt that leaves his lips has me pulling him to me for another kiss.
I can taste myself all over him. On his lips, his tongue. On the rough stubble that’s grazing me as he fists my hair at the nape of my neck.
He grabs a handful of my ass again and lifts me.
“Put it in,” he husks.
My head’s spinning so hard from his kiss that his voice is muffled in my ears. I gulp, trying to catch my breath while reaching for his cock. He doesn’t give me any room to move, just holds me in place with a hand in my hair and fingers pushing so hard into my ass cheek they’ll probably leave marks.
But he’s still waiting.
He’s waiting for me to cross the line. To decide how far this goes between us.
It’s going all the way. Starting now.
I wrap a hand around him and position his cock upward.
The head of him brushes against my clit, and the same hardness I felt earlier makes me jolt.
“Are you…pierced?”
He doesn’t say anything, but the tortured groan as I slowly run my hand up the length of him and slide my thumb over his crown is a sound I’ll never forget.
His cock swells and pre-cum leaks over my fingers.
Everything about him is so raw and masculine.
He’s pure testosterone and sex.
I find what I’m searching for, rolling my thumb over the piece of metal. It’s a bar. One side is on the head of his cock, and the other comes out on the underside beneath his crown.
His chest expands with a groan as I investigate further.
There isn’t just one piece of metal. There’s another, sitting horizontally beneath the tip.
And another below that.
“How many do you have?”
His fingers tighten on my ass as he guides me lower, taking his time like he’s giving me the chance to back out.
“Condom?” I blurt as the pierced, fat head of his dick touches me. I might be overcome with lust and practically at the point of no return. But Declan’s been a busy guy.
He manages to keep one hand fisted in my hair as he reaches across the nightstand. The sound of the drawer sliding open and him rummaging around in it echoes in the dark.
A cool foil packet dusts my lips as he brings it up in the small gap between us and uses his teeth to tear it open. He lets go of my hair momentarily as he expertly wraps himself up, before sinking his fingers back between the strands roughly.
I feel like a suspended plaything, held in position, ready for when he decides he wants me.
The thought makes me wetter.
This time when he grabs my ass, he doesn’t wait for me to give over control, he takes it from me. Just like he did with our kisses.
“Oh!” I gasp as he brings me down onto his cock.
His grating hiss as my body opens to him makes me shudder. He takes his time, guiding me down inch by inch as I struggle to do anything other than breathe.
He’s so thick.
