Page 17 of Hung Up

My pussy fluttered and I was wholly on board. He must have seen how my entire body stilled because he gripped me closer before whispering lowly, “How about that day be today?”

I was nodding before I even knew what I was doing. I’d never had anyone back there before but fuck, I couldn’t wait, either. Pierce’s eyes darkened with a heat that I hadn’t seen yet.

“I think you’re too clothed, darling.”

I looked down at my body and agreed. I’d thrown on some cheeky panties and an oversized tee shirt after the shower, but it was still too much. Ripping my shirt off with a single swipe, I caught Pierce’s gaze before shimmying out of my panties. Pierce licked his lips, and held out his hand. My brows pinched at the motion.

“Hand them over.”

Blood rushed to my cheeks as I handed him my panties. I watched with rapt attention as he shucked his own clothes—or rather, the large sweats I wore during the winter—before wrapping that scrap of fabric around his cock. Jerking himself off with my panties had my skin prickling with heat. It was so naughty.

“Don’t start without me,” I mewled, sliding a hand down my body as I traced my fingers around my already damp entrance. If it weren’t for the fact that I was so wildly attracted to Pierce, I’d probably be concerned with how quickly I was physically affected by him.

I made a show of dipping my finger in and out of myself before dragging my slick all around. Pierce’s undivided attention zeroed in on my hand when I plunged two fingers inside myself, his eyes wide as saucers when I ground the heel of my hand on my clit. I locked my lips together to catch the whimper that threatened to escape as I fucked myself, rubbing the rough wall of my cunt with my middle and ring fingers. Pierce watched me closely, each pump echoed with his own, my panties still wrapped around his fist.

A few breaths later and suddenly a hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling my fingers out of myself and into the heat of Pierce’s mouth. He licked and sucked my arousal off my skin, groaning as he did.

“My turn.” He smirked, shooting off more flutters in my pussy and stomach.

Strong fingers replaced mine to rub circles over my clit. Immediately, he used the pressure and speed he knew would launch me into an orgasm. My arms flew around his neck as I held on while he touched me.

A breath escaped from my lips as his fingers slid inside of me, rubbing against my G-spot and sending me spiraling higher. Pierce just laughed sharply and rested his forehead against mine. My eyes fluttered shut as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, panting as the heat gathered in my core.

Releasing one hand from his neck, I leaned back and gently traced the palm of the hand fucking me. My middle finger slid in between the two he fucked me with, snuggling into my cunt to move alongside his. Pierce’s gaze snapped to mine for only a heartbeat, before returning to watch us as we fucked my pussy together.

I watched, too.

In and out, our fingers worked me higher as choppy breaths fell from my lungs.

“I’m going to come, Pierce,” I moaned, already so worked up from Pierce’s touch.

“Let me hear you, love.”

Sparks flew, dancing over my skin as my orgasm washed over me. My eyes closed and my hips stuttered as we continued to pump our fingers inside me. We kept hitting that glorious spot that kept me coming and coming and my free arm gripped me tighter to Pierce. With each breath, my nipples scraped against his chest as my moans reverberated off the walls, growing louder each second the orgasm lasted.

Finally, I crashed back down to earth.

Two heartbeats later and Pierce dragged his wet fingers up my bare chest. Eyes locked with mine, Pierce challenged me as his fingers rested against my lips. Opening my mouth, I sucked on him, tasting my cum and his slick skin. I moaned around his digits, the hum reverberating back into my pussy.

Pierce hooked his fingers in my mouth, pulling my face close to his.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered on a smirk. Releasing my mouth, he slithered down my body before spreading my thighs with his strong hands. God, I loved the sight of him, face inches from my pussy.

Pierce licked his lips. “So wet . . . so pretty.”

Dropping his face to my cunt, Pierce inhaled deeply and groaned. He brought a single hand over to dip his fingers back inside me, watching intently as I dripped for him.

My head fell back on a whimper as he began to fuck me with his fingers again. But because my eyes were closed, I missed when he’d removed his fingers, too enraptured with pleasure. So when the press of a finger prodded against my back hole, my eyes flew open. Lifting myself onto my elbows, Pierce continued to demand entrance.

“Relax, darling.” His saccharine words rumbled over my pussy. “I need to get into this tight hole.”

I blanched, before twisting over to pull a small, almost empty, bottle of lube from my bedside table. “Wait,” I said as I tossed the bottle to him.

He caught it easily. The crack of the lid echoed loudly in my ears, somehow audible over the pounding of my heart.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” His tone was reassuring but I was still nervous, even as he lathered my hole with the lube.

Flopping back onto the bed, I forced myself to relax and focus on the feeling. Pierce resumed circling my clit with his thumb, and then his tongue was on my pussy and my hips bucked. A dark chuckle fluttered deep in my belly but I continued to lift my hips towards relief.

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