Page 92 of Don't Let Go

“Thank you for not cutting those off,” I murmured and that earned me a definite eyebrow.

“You sounded like you enjoyed his knife play,” he teased as he undid the snaps on his slacks.

“I did. I enjoyed everything with McQuade and with Locke.” I grinned. “You seemed to enjoy me with McQuade too.”

“Oh, without a doubt, luv. You are absolutely perfect when you’re glowing with an orgasm, all flushed and sweaty, then you scream against my mouth.”

I shuddered at the description.

He paused at another bump and glanced toward the side like he could see them through the truck.

“Think they’re doing it on purpose?” I rather doubted it but it was kind of funny.

“No, if they knew what we were doing, McQuade would have already pulled over and come back to watch.”

What a decadent idea, I shivered.

“Give me a moment.” Remy rolled off the bed and tugged his pants down, boxer briefs and all. The angle kept his cock in shadow, but when he rolled back onto the bed, there was no mistaking the erection pressed against me and the…

“Michael Remington,” I said. “Are you pierced?”

“Could be,” he said, giving me a little nudge back against the pillows. “Want to find out?”

Not bothering to answer him with words, I wrapped my arms around his neck and dragged him down again. His mouth feasted on mine and every time there was a bit of rough road or the faintest bump, we were both laughing.

It was ridiculous and magnetic. He took turns massaging and kissing my breasts. Then he rolled over so I could explore his chest. The heat would flare to life and threaten to consume us and then we’d lock eyes and laughter wrapped us up in its embrace.

In so many ways, I was drunk on Remy. When I finally got to play with his cock though, I took my time and I wished for more light. For now, I let my fingers do the work. There were two barbells, placed right along the ridges around the head of his cock.

The combination of warm metal and silky skin, even with the springier hair at the base— “You’re not bald everywhere.”

He chuckled. “No, I’m not. Finish your playing or fuck me and put me out of my misery, woman.” For all his protest, he laid there, hands beneath his head and watched me as I knelt over him.

There was something deeply erotic in the way he studied me as if he didn’t want to miss a single thing.

“I don't know anything about piercings,” I told him and gave into the impulse I’d had since I’d first seen them. I dipped my head to wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. I explored the ridge with my tongue and teased over each piercing.

His low groan was even more enticing. Oh, I wanted to play here for hours. Each time I felt him stiffen more or when he let out a low groan, I’d repeat the strokes with my tongue. I wasn’t quite giving him a blowjob but I had a very good idea of the geography of those piercings when I lifted my head.

“Done, luv?” The low-voiced question demanded an answer.

“Remy… I’m never going to be done with you.” I wasn’t going to be done with any of them. Maybe I hadn’t been certain of much in the beginning. But they’d literally stopped their lives and come to find me.

The idea they’d found each other at my home and then come looking for me…

“Good, then I can be fine with letting you play later.” He hauled me upward, flipped us over so I was below him and he had both of my thighs up and my legs over his shoulders.

“Deal,” I said, but the word came out in a rush as he teased his cock over my entrance. I was already so damn wet. I never looked away from him as he cupped my breast, nor when he teased the nipple.

He threatened to drive me mad with the gliding friction that offered no real pressure. Maybe it was to get even with me for the tiny little flicks of my tongue. At the same time, I was utterly desperate for him. Dragging a hand between us, I wrapped it around his cock. He hissed out a breath before he swooped down to steal my mouth again in another toe-curling kiss.

Maybe he hadn’t been determined to make me insane before, but stroking his tip and those glorious piercings up and down and teasing my own clit with them was better than a vibrator. Particularly when he alternated between laughter and gasping.

A wide variety of pleasure for both of us. But when I tilted my hips higher and angled him just right, it was both of us groaning as he filled me with one thrust. So aware of his piercings, I savored the way they teased me with each thrust.

He pulled out and another hard bump sent him thrusting deep again. Another bout of laughter filled the air between us. He cupped my face in both hands and the deep drugging kiss he gave me held me there as we set a brutal pace for each other.

Between us and the rig’s motion on the road, it was a torrid little dance of ecstasy. I writhed with every strike and the scrape of his teeth against my throat or the way his tongue darted in to tease mine at each kiss just eddied me higher and higher.

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