He let go of her nipples and she deflated. His hands on her body burned through her like liquid flames. “What?”
Sitting back with her ass resting on her heels, she waited and watched. Long fingers with colorful designs on the knuckles unbuttoned his 501s.
Since they’d hit the market so many years ago, they’d been her favorite jeans for men. It made her mouth water when a man ripped the buttons open. Though, if she were to use her teeth on a zipper … That would make for a sexier argument. Vinter would let her, too. He would let her explore and experiment with him.
Once all the buttons were free of their holes, he lowered his jeans to his hips and pulled out his cock. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god.” The more she stared at it, the harder it seemed to get.
His cock was long and thick and she doubted her fingers would wrap around his girth. That wasn’t what captured her attention. Nope. It was the piercings. She’d never seen a cock pierced that way. Yes, she’d seen pictures of cocks with rings and even bars through the head, but never this, never the shaft pierced. She reached out, wanting to touch him, and as she did so, the skin around the piercings grew taut. “May I …?”
“Yes. Touch me.” His breath hissed out and, as if his cock understood what she’d said, it flexed toward her.
Her fingertips took the ring that pierced the head and tugged with light pressure. His body tensed. The pads of her fingers skimmed down his length and over the four bars placed at even intervals. “Do they hurt?” she asked, wrapping her palm around the base. She slid her hand up, tight at first, until she got to the head, then loosened her grip, one bar between each of her fingers.
“No,” he ground out.
She’d never seen anything more provocative, more erotic. She thought his tats were hot, his pierced ears too, but this was beyond anything she’d imagined. He was unlike any man she knew, and not for the first time, she was very glad she’d wandered into his bar.
“Why did you get them?”
“No real reason. I liked the idea. It’s different. I liked the little bite of pain, too. It’s expression. And,” he lowered his voice to a teasing whisper. “You think they’re hot.”
Oh God, did she ever. As she stroked him, she realized she was different as well and had been since meeting him. At least, different from what others saw. No one knew she’d find this kind of man ideal … Smokin’ hot bad boy, expressive in body and art. No one knew she’d be the kind of woman to leave a bar, well hell, much less enter one, and say yes to a night of uninhibited lust. She was so tired of wearing the mask. However, she was beginning to learn that she didn’t have to wear it and was thrilled that he was taking it from her.
Her gaze roamed over his abs and up his chest again. Color was everywhere. She wasn’t sure there was an inch of skin not covered in ink. How long would it take her to trace them all with her tongue? She’d love to find out.
Her gaze dropped back to his cock. She hadn't let go. She didn't want to. Ever.
He was smooth-shaven, lacking any trace of hair, and, God, that was … She wanted to bury her face against him, inhale, and suckle between his legs.
“You want something,” he ground out. “Tell me.”
Bold, yet shy, she whispered, “I want to taste you.”
“Good girl. Do it. Taste me.”
And so she did. Tongue, lips and wide-open mouth explored. The cool metal against warm skin made for an interesting contrast. Her teeth played with the ring, tugging on it, dragging a groan out of him. Vinter flexed his fingers at his side as she moved down. She tugged on each of the barbells. When she plucked at the barbells with her teeth, agonized moans escaped him.
She licked swirls around each of the bars and slipped the tip of her tongue through the ring. She pulled and took as much of his hardness into her mouth as possible.
She couldn’t begin to describe what this stranger did to her insides, her pussy. Holy. Hell. Her panties had melted when she saw the piercings.
“Damn, baby. You must like the decorations.”
Elise lifted her mouth and let his cock slip from her lips. “I love them.”
“How much?”
There were no words. She licked around the head as his fingers caressed her cheeks. “Mmmm. Lots.” She engulfed him once again, this time fucking her mouth up and down as her hand gripped the base and stroked.
He held her head with one hand and force-fed her more cock. With the other, he stroked his palm down shoulder, her chest, then stopped to fondle a nipple.
She slurped and sucked. She savored and French-kissed the most beautiful cock she'd ever had the pleasure of. And when she couldn’t stand it any longer … When she couldn’t deny herself pleasure for another second, she reached between her legs.
Her fingers dipped under the waistband of her panties and went straight to work on her clit. She shifted and spread her thighs, fitting her whole hand against her pussy.
“You are a naughty thing.”
“Mmm-Hmm. All because of you it seems.”
The sucking noises as she slid her fingers in and out added to the slurping of her mouth on his cock. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to wrap her legs around him as he pounded into her. She wanted …
Elise lifted her mouth off his cock and pulled her fingers from her sex. She gazed up at him and shocked herself by sucking them, exaggerating the licking of her juices. His eyes darkened and narrowed, and a devious smile pulled at his lips and it spurred her on, emboldened her. She’d never felt so sexual, so free in all her life. So teasing, so playful, so … sexy.
Taking it one step further, she turned around on her knees and dropped her elbows to the bed, lifting her ass in the air. “I want you in me.”
She didn’t have to wait long and she didn’t have to say it twice. A drawer opened somewhere behind her and something ripped. Then his hands were there, sliding up and down her ass cheeks, over her hips, up the insides of her thighs. He pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and his fingers began a sweet torment through her wetness. Within seconds, he had her writhing. A few seconds after that, he had three fingers shoved inside her. Her head dropped to the mattress, even as her hips lifted higher, seeking more.
“So fucking tight.”
Before she knew it, her last article of clothing was gone and his cock was there, ready. One hand on her lower back held her steady as he slid in nice and easy. Each of the barbells along the shaft stroked her. She was full of him, stretched around him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she gasped out.
“Good. Let’s fuck.”
She giggled. She couldn’t help it, though it didn’t last long. His hands grabbed her at the top of her hips, and he started bucking against her. They began a rhythm, forward and back, and she was a full participant, giving as good as she took, taking as good as he gave. Her breasts bounced as she fucked back on his cock, meeting every thrust. Each time he drove into her, the ring rubbed against that one spot inside, destined to drive her mad.
She gripped the sheets in frustrated fists, her body teetering on the edge.
He stroked in, then out, in slow, agonizing, sweeter-than-fuck motion. This was her favorite position. She loved it deep, and when the guy let go, she loved it hard. Oh hell, she’d missed this. Not since she’d been in college had she had it like this, had a man flat out come on to her and taken her to bed. And that was eons ago. She’d never been easy, never been fast and loose, but she’d had her fair share of weekend flings in hotels way back when.
She didn’t know what had happened. She loved sex, and everything that went with it. She wanted it, needed it, craved it more than any of the women she was friends with. Her circle didn’t even talk about sex. Well, except for how they didn’t have time for it, that it didn't rank in the top ten of what was important to them. Shit. It was in the top two of her most important things in life list.
He picked up speed once again. Frenzied thrusts made her moan as his balls spanked her clit. Oh God, yes, she had missed this. A bead of sweat hit her back and she arched. She loved when a man got all worked up like that. His short fingernails dug into her skin and she welcomed the small bite of pain.
And then, he was gone. What the …?
She lifted her head and turned to look at him. He was standing there staring at her, jacking his cock, and his jeans were no longer around his thighs. She saw him raise his hand, she knew the smack was coming, but still she jerked when his palm connected with her ass.
“C’mon. Up …” He lifted his feet from what she suspected was a pool of denim on the floor, and he walked out of the room.
Her eyes widened at the tats on his back, part of his ass, and around his hips. The man was a walking canvas — black and white wings on his shoulder blades. The neck of a bass guitar running the length of his spine. A woman’s lips with vampire fangs on one of his ass cheeks, and the tail of a snake wrapped around one hip.
She scrambled off the bed, discarding her panties as she did so. She debated on rinsing with some mouthwash or doing a quick finger brush, but pushed the idea to the back of her mind. She wasn’t done with his cock yet.
* * * * *
Vinter waited. His cock aching, his heart thundering, his hands itching to touch her, spank her. Tight didn’t even begin to describe her pussy. It was like sinking into a vise that was way the hell too damned small, but shit, it felt so good, so hot inside her. And that was with a condom on. Fuck. What would she feel like if he wasn’t wearing one? He didn’t need to think about that or he’d come right now.
She came out of the bedroom and their eyes locked. She was sexy as all get-out. When she stepped up, close enough that his cock brushed against the softness of her belly, he bit back a groan. Her gaze traveled all up and down his chest. Her fingers reached out and tugged on his nipple rings and he couldn’t bite that groan back.
“I can’t believe I overlooked these before.” She flicked at them, pulled on them, gave them a slight twist to the left and right.
“You need a matching set.”
She looked up, her eyes blazing, her tilted smile a bit naughty, but a blush colored her cheeks. She was such a contradiction. Shy and uncertain, but dirty as hell when he coaxed it out of her. “Yes, perhaps I do. Wanna take me to have it done?” And then her head dropped to his chest and her teeth closed over one of the rings while her fingers held the other. She toyed with both at the same time, different sensations, different levels of torque.
Christ! The woman stripped his control down until there was nothing left. Nothing but need — strong, simple, sexual need. Her body, where it touched his, teased and tormented him. He took her by the waist and backed her up, though still keeping her mouth and fingers attached to him. Each move and the tugs sharpened so he felt it down in his sac.
“Let go a second,” he whispered into her hair. When she did, he pulled her down with him to the couch, pulling her over his thighs. He slid into her the moment they were in position. Her arms wrapped around his head and neck, followed by a kiss so deep he doubted he’d ever recover from it. Her tits pressed into his chest and thoughts of a chain linking them together, shot arousal down his body. Hell yes, he’d go with her. He’d take her to the shop and help her pick out the rings, hold her hand, and kiss her while it was being done. Then, he’d bring her back, strip her naked, and eat at her cunt while staring up at the rings in her perfect nipples.
Her knees squeezed his legs and her fingers once again took hold of his nipple rings. She lifted up, and pulled the rings so hard his ass lifted off the couch. Holy shit. She slid back down on him and let up on the pressure. He thought he'd prepared himself for her repeated motions, but he hadn't. The pain versus pleasure sensations that surged through him … He’d never felt anything like it. The girl had a bit of sadist in her.
Other women didn’t play with his piercings the way this one did. Most of the ones he’d played around with had their own piercings and weren’t too affected by his. He was glad they fascinated her. He was glad she wasn’t afraid of them.
She rode him, fucked him. His eyes roamed over her face, which was intent on his chest. Down to her breasts, his gaze took in her rock-hard nipples. Down further, her cunt framed his cock to perfection. He loved that she was as smooth as him, all her pubic hair gone, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth between her thighs.
Pleasure evident on her face, her body flushed, and he was in heaven. Morning fucks were his favorite. It was real, but for most people, it was dirty, something to turn their noses up at.
They didn’t like sex without first brushing their teeth or washing up. They needed perfume and lotion and makeup, and every hair in place. He could give a shit about any of that. He took a shower because she was still asleep and he’d planned on making her breakfast. Had he realized she was awake, he’d have rolled her over and planted himself inside her.
She lowered her head and began tracing, with her tongue, the sun tattoo that rested inches above his heart. Slow licks while she continued to ride him were almost more than he could take, almost torture. She was killing him with her tight pussy and her fluid mouth on his skin.
It was time to get serious and come. Wrapping an arm around her back, he pulled her in so close they were touching with little space between them. Her mouth, his mouth. Her nose, his nose. Their eyes locked while he pumped up into her, holding her hard and fast against him. Fucking thrusts that left no question about what he wanted, what he needed. His other hand held her face in a tender caress that belied the heat and urgency of the moment.
He tightened his hold on her waist and she smiled at him. Her lips touched his and she whispered, “Come,” inside his mouth. He swallowed her breath and lifted his hips, pouring semen.
She groaned and whimpered, pleaded. “Elise. Say it. Say my name, please.”
“Elise.” What a gorgeous, fucking name. What a gorgeous, fucking woman.
Her eyes drifted closed, her breath caught, her mouth split into a wide smile, and she came too. He felt it in the way her body trembled from the inside out. Her ass, her pelvis, her hips rode out the orgasm in to-and-fro motions until she collapsed on his chest.
She told him her name. God …
“Vinter?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want those waffles now.”