Heaven's Sinners

“I’ve always wanted to...tell me how...”

“Baby,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Just use them fuckin’ pretty lips, and own it.”

I’ll own it all right - I’ll nail it. I tug at his jeans, popping the top button. He moves his hips, and allows me to pull them down his legs. I grip his boots when I reach them, and pull them off before removing his jeans completely.

When I look back up, I see he’s not wearing anything else under his jeans. From this angle, I can see every piercing in his cock. I let my eyes linger over the line of them running up the inside of his length. Each one has a tiny spike on the end, but when he’s hard and pulsing like this...it just looks, well, dangerous. The one right though the head has bigger spikes, and God, I want to run my tongue all over it.

I raise myself up, wrapping my hand around his cock and gently squeezing. He hisses and cups my face, gripping me with just enough pressure to turn me on. I lean down, swiping my tongue over the large spike in the tip. Spike groans, deep and throaty, as I work my tongue around it, tracing the sharp tip and teasing him until he’s panting above me. Then I close my teeth over it, and nip it. It pops off, leaving just the rounded end of the barbell. I drop the spike into my hand, and continue working my tongue down his length, biting and tugging, pulling and jerking until he’s growling so loudly his body trembles. When I reach the last of the spikes, I nip it off and drop it into my hand, before lowering my mouth and sliding my tongue out and over his balls.

“Fuck, Ciara, baby...I wanna come.”

Hearing him pretty much beg makes me want to tease him even more. So, I do. I run my tongue over his balls, up and down his cock, and over his head until he’s growling and tangling his fists in my hair, tugging my mouth toward him. Before I know what’s happening, he leans down and scoops me up. In ten seconds flat, my back is pressed against the wall and he’s crushed against me. I reach out, dropping the spikes on the table beside me, before reaching up and tangling my fingers into his hair, bringing his lips down over mine. God, he tastes so fucking divine. Like Spike mixed with the warm, but intense flavor of vodka. Our tongues slide together, and his cock presses hard against my belly.

“Goin’ to fuck you now baby, hard...fuckin’ hard. You ready?”

“Yes,” I rasp against his lips. “Fuck, yes.”

He grips my shorts, jerking them down angrily. I shuffle out of them, kicking them to the side. He grips my panties, tearing them off. I giggle and bite his earlobe, which earns me a growl so sexy I find it hard to hold myself back. Spike reaches around, gripping my ass and pulling me to him, forcing me to grind against his erection. Oh god, the feeling of that hard length pressing up and down against my slick heat...it’s incredible.

“Think I can make you come like this, baby?”

“Yes,” I hoarsely whisper. “God, Spike...”

“What do you fuckin’ call me in here?”

“Danny,” I cry out as he rubs and rubs, sliding that perfect piercing over my clit.

“Yeah,” he growls. “Fuck, yeah.”

I come, and it’s so powerful I take skin off the shoulder I’m clenching onto. He gives me a deep, throaty growl, and I give him one deep, intense scream as I convulse without him even putting his cock inside me.

I’m still rattling from my orgasm when he grips my leg, bringing it up and around his hip. Then he’s pressing against me, fuck, he’s right there...stretching, filling, making that orgasm drag out longer. He pushes inside me, deep. We both hiss at each other, like two feral cats. His hand is on my ass, using it to drive his thrusts. My fingers are in his hair, tugging harshly, pulling with desperate need. Our lips keep clashing, blending together in desperate, hungry kisses.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” Spike rasps in my ear. “Wanna stay buried in you forever.”

I’m so close, my body is wound up so tight that I can feel every, deep, long thrust. I can feel myself tightening around him. God, I’m so close.

Spike reaches between us, and he flicks my clit. Literally, flicks it. The pain combined with the pleasure sends me over the edge and I scream, fuck do I scream. I come so hard my body shakes around him. He quickens his pace, and our skin slaps together, loudly. His cock swells inside me and I feel it beginning to pulse.

“Shit,” he bellows, clutching my ass so hard I have no doubt he’ll leave bruises.

He drags his cock in and out until he’s wrung every, last drop from his body. I let my body relax, panting with pure relief. I drop my head onto his chest, inhaling the scent of him combined with the leather of his jacket. I’ll never forget that smell. It’s perfect.

He grips the back of my head, cupping me with his hand. We stay like that for a long moment, and I feel his nose in my hair, breathing me in. This moment, it’s incredible. It’s mind-blowing. It’s real. It’s quite possibly the most real moment we’ve ever had.

“Gotta shower now, babe.”

“Yeah,” I mumble.

He reaches down, gripping my other leg and lifting me so I’m straddling him. Then he carries me toward the bathroom.

I nestle my nose into his neck and just breathe. We reach the shower, and he puts me down. Sulking, I pout at him. He flashes me a super grin, then begins taking his clothes off...well...only the top half, considering he isn’t wearing pants.

I watch with a lazy smile as he slides his shirt up and over his head. I stare at his massive, tattooed body and sigh. I could look at him forever, and never get bored. He’s just so beautiful. I grip the last of my clothes, dragging them over my head until we’re both standing in front of each other, fully naked.