Page 11 of Hung Up

I pulled my lips back slightly, and dropped my jaw as far as I could, gently scraping my teeth up and down his shaft.

He must’ve really liked that.

Pierce’s hips stuttered and his hand gripped my hair tighter. He took over and fucked my mouth as I tried my best to keep it open enough to not actually hurt him. Something close to ten pumps later, and Pierce reached down to grab his shaft. He exploded into my mouth, pulling himself out slightly before I could catch it all.

It was like standing under a water fountain. Cum splattered inside my mouth, along my lip, onto my jaw, and a drop even landed right under my eye.

My fingers sped, circling my tight clit as the last of his orgasm landed on me. I came a second after. My cunt pulsed as my fingers slowed down, heart racing as I met Pierce’s gaze.

Pierce panted, his hand still gripping his cock while he collapsed onto the bed again.

I mimicked his earlier motion, lifting my thumb to drag through the cum on my lip, before making eye contact with Pierce. He was enraptured.

Slow enough for him to have easily stopped me, I crawled back up his body and brought my thumb to his mouth. His gaze didn’t leave mine as I pushed my thumb past his lips, which he quickly and greedily sucked on.

I pulled my thumb from his mouth before pulling his face towards mine. He met me with a sloppy kiss to share the taste of his cum between us.

“It would’ve been such a shame if I hadn’t have been here to help take care of you,” I repeated, word for word, my head tilting as my gaze flicked over his flushed skin and hurried breaths. “Wouldn’t it?”

Pierce tossed a smirk at me and a breath later and he twisted my head forcefully. His fingers pressed into my chin as he licked up every drop of cum still branding me. My lips curled and I groaned at the feel of his tongue flicking over my heated skin.

As he cleaned the last off my jaw, his hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me securely as he whispered next to my ear. “Satisfied?”

I met his gaze. “For now.”

Note to self: If my words make her flush,

good luck getting me to shut up.

“So where do you think you came from?”

Pierce was lounging across from me on my bed, duvet barely covering his cock—that was still half-hard, somehow—twirling a lock of my hair around his fingers. He didn’t respond right away, so I waited, fingers drawing abstract patterns on the sheets between us.

After a moment, he paused his movements before looking directly at me. There was still an underlying current of carnal desire that hadn’t left him yet. It was like he was always ready to go.

“I don’t know, love. One minute I was listening to some of the filthiest things I’d ever heard—”

When my eyes narrowed, he paused and raised one hand in mock defense. “No complaints here, darling.”

I smirked.

“And the next thing I knew, I was laying in bed with you. And I had a body. And this fucking cock.” His brows waggled as he palmed his stiffening length over the blanket.

I stifled a laugh but couldn’t help a small smile. His jokes needed some work.

Pierce grinned over at me, clearly pleased with himself, and I sobered. I supposed he wouldn’t really know what a joke was if all he’d ever listened to was my work calls. I certainly never joked with my clients. Not unless they wanted me to laugh at the size of their cock, which happened more often than you’d probably assume.

It’s not like I ever saw the actual cock, but it’s not like I needed to. If that was their kink, it didn’t matter what their size was. It was always too small.

“Do you . . . like having a body?”

“Sure, it feels way better fucking you with my tongue and fingers than it did when I was just a landline.”

My jaw dropped at the vulgar words, a blood rushing to my face. Jesus, he just came right out and said it.

“That was one time, Pierce.”

“I would’ve liked it to have been more,” he countered, leaning towards me until we shared breath. His fingers tangled between mine, twisting my wrist over and lifting it to kiss the back of my hand. His next words whispered over my hypersensitive skin: “I wish you would’ve used me to fuck yourself years ago. Sliding my firm head into your pretty fucking pussy, gushing over me like a waterfall as I plunged inside you, over and over until you clenched and pulsed around my plastic body. Almost makes me want to turn back into that damned phone.”

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