She stills with her hand around my cock, and I jerk my head back from exploring that spot behind her ear to search her face for an explanation.
Maybe she changed her mind and came to her senses.
Wide eyes meet mine, and her jaw drops open. “You have your fucking cock pierced?”
I hadn’t considered her reaction to my apadravya piercing. I’m used to women commenting on it, but I figured Skye would have heard about it by now, considering how many women have seen and experienced it. She has to have crossed paths with at least one of them over the years.
They all assume I did it for some altruistic reason—so sex would be more pleasurable for them—or even so it would be more pleasurable for me. But, they couldn’t be more wrong.
I did it for the same reason I’m inked on half my body—the pain. Pain is the only way I know to quiet my mind. I’m forced to focus on my body instead of always being in my head, surrounded by the guilt and second-guessing. When I ache is the only time my brain shuts off and everything becomes peaceful. I figured there couldn’t be much more painful than having a metal rod shoved through the head of my cock, and I was right. It hurt like a motherfucker for a while, but that faded all too quickly. The fact that it feels fucking incredible now when I’m inside a woman—for both of us—is just a happy side-effect.
A grin is the only response I can muster because there’s no way in hell I’m telling her the real reason it’s there. That’s a conversation I’ve only ever had with Doc Cochran, and that shit stays in her office.
Where I’m probably going to end up again if I go through with this.
Skye swirls her palm around the head of my cock, shifting the piercing through the hard flesh and it twitches in response.
It feels like I’ve waited forever for this moment with her. I should be doing this somewhere else—a bed, a couch, a fucking chair—anywhere but her goddamn kitchen counter with the smell of baking cookies lingering in the air. But I can’t wait any longer.
She doesn’t let me second-guess myself long. She leans back and releases my cock so she can pull her tank-top off over her head. Her breasts bounce free, directly in front of my face, and I’m hypnotized by their perfection.
Jesus H. Christ.
I lean forward and catch one pale pink nipple in my mouth. Moaning, she tugs at my arm. My fingers are still buried inside her, and I realize she wants me to take them out.
The moment my hand is free of her body, she shoves at the waistband of her shorts. I struggle to retain suction on her nipple as she slips them off and lets them drop to the floor.
She grasps my head, tugging on my hair to move me away from her chest.
I start to step back so I can get out of my jeans, but she wraps her legs around my waist and tugs me in closer, regaining her hold on my cock.
Her small hand barely wraps around me.
Shit, what if I hurt her?
She uses her feet to push my jeans down until they’re at my ankles and the tails of my button-down shirt dangle around my cock and her arm. I don’t even have time to think about taking it off before she’s rubbing the head of my dick through her wetness.
Sweet mother of…
Crap, condom.
“Skye…condom…”
Her head jerks up, and she watches me, waiting for me to act.
Jesus, the one fucking time I don’t have one in my wallet. “I don’t have one, I didn’t come here expecting this.”
She searches the kitchen frantically and points to her purse on the counter several feet over from where we are twined together.
I reach over and grab it, dumping the contents next to us.
No time to be gentle about it.
The familiar gold package sits in the middle of the pile.
Don’t think about why she has it, Gabe, just be thankful.
I tear at the foil and slide it on in record time. My hands return to her, grasping her hips and jerking her to the edge of the counter.
My cock throbs harder than I imagined possible. I lock eyes with her and gently push just the head into her.
She whimpers and bites her lip, then shifts forward, fully impaling herself on me in one swift motion.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” I grit my teeth when my body screams for me to pull back and pound into her. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
She flexes her pussy around me. “You won’t.”
No further urging is needed. On a slow glide, I pull out until just the tip is inside her and then I push forward, bottoming out deep in her core.
Skye cries out, and I slant my mouth over hers and kiss her, sliding my tongue along hers in time with the thrusting of my hips. Her hot, wet, tight channel clasps my cock, and I clench my eyes shut to concentrate on not coming.
Her hips slam against mine, and her bare feet dig into my lower back, urging me forward with more force on each stroke.
A thud has me opening my eyes. I find her with her head dropped back against the cabinet, her mouth hanging open, and her breath is nothing more than heavy panting.
The angle has the head of my cock pushing straight against the hot wall of her pussy and the tug on my piercing along her inner walls has me gritting my teeth again.
“Oh, fuck, Gabe…”
I zero in on where our bodies connect.
Fuck…bad idea.
Watching my cock disappear inside of her with every thrust does nothing to help my struggle to hold back my orgasm. But I refuse to come before she does.
I’ve waited for this for too long to be a douche canoe who only cares about himself.
I slide my hand over to where we meet and rub my thumb over her clit. She bucks on my cock, and her head falls forward.
Her glazed eyes meet mine, and though I’m sure I’m going to hell for this, at least I’ll go happy.
A high-pitched buzzing tears her eyes from me and over to the corner of the kitchen.
“Shit…the cookies.” I can’t believe I forgot they’re in the oven.
Gabe growls and uses his free hand to turn my face back to him. “Fuck the cookies.” His eyes darken and bore into mine, and he thrusts up into me so hard, my head slams back against the cabinets.
There’s no question about what’s going to happen here. His cock inside me outweighs the potential for any lost sweets.
“Yes…fuck…the…cookies.”
And just keep fucking me.
He resumes the punishing tempo, and I bite my lip to keep from releasing a scream I know would make the neighbors come running.
His hand expertly works my clit while his cock stretches me, that damn piercing pulling, tugging, pressing in all the right places.
I always knew it would be good with Gabe, but I never expected it to be this earth-shattering, and I haven’t even come yet.
My legs quiver, and I dig my heels into his back, urging him to come closer, push deeper. He yanks my head down so he can kiss me again, and I bury my hands in his hair, wanting to keep him tied to me in every way possible.
The unmistakable smell of something burning hits my nose, but I can’t manage to care when my entire body is vibrating and heat is spreading out from my core.
“Jesus, Gabe, I’m gonna come.” I grunt out the words against his lips, and he somehow manages to increase the tempo with his cock and his thumb against my clit.
The fingers on his left hand dig into my hip, and I drive against him harder, faster, racing toward the orgasm I can feel just on the horizon.
He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and groans, biting down when I clench myself around his dick even tighter.
My head spins. The room swirls around us.
With one last deep thrust and a tug on my clit, I come, releasing twelve years of pent-up need and desire for the man with his cock buried deeply inside me. Gabe grunts, and his rhythm falters before he follows me over the edge, screaming my name into my mouth.
Our sweat-slicked foreheads press together and our panting breaths mingle. Stillness surrounds us, but the blaring sound of the smoke detector breaks me from the reverie.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I pull my face away from his reluctantly and lick my swollen lips. The familiar metallic tang of blood surprises me. I hadn’t even realized he bit me that hard.
All I felt was bliss.
His eyes twinkle with amusement, and he playfully squeezes my still-quivering thighs and tosses his head toward the oven. “You should probably take care of that, huh?”
I nod and grin at him. “I’ll get the cookies, you get the smoke detector.”
We both groan when he pulls out of me. I instantly miss his cock filling me and his heat warming me.
He holds out a hand, and I take it, letting him assist me off the counter. When my feet hit the floor, I wobble and cling to him to keep from falling over.
Amusement sparks in his eyes again, and he gives me a second to right myself.
Turning my back on him to attend to the cookies is difficult. There’s a good chance he will bolt once he reaches the smoke detector near the front door; it’s the perfect escape route.
Don’t disappear on me, Gabe.
My heart can’t take it.
I don my oven mitts and open the oven, letting thick, black smoke pour out.
“Shit.” I frantically wave my arms, trying to disperse the smoke. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gabe toss the used condom in the trash and disappear around the corner toward the front hall.
The cookies are nothing more than charred, black blobs on the baking sheets.
It was worth it.
The screaming siren of the smoke detector cuts off sharply, and I pause with the last sheet in my hands and focus on the door to the kitchen.
Please come back. Please come back. Please come…
When he reappears around the corner with a battery in his hand and a wicked smile, my heart soars.
His pants hang low off his hips, the zipper still down and button unhooked. He follows my eyes and chuckles, reaching for his crotch.
I drop the sheet tray onto the counter with a bang, and his head snaps up.
“No. Don’t bother. You’ll be losing those in a minute.”