Page 26 of Chic Steel

I smirk at him and nudge him inside me, pressing down while Oliver thrusts up.

“Ah, fuck. Ella.”

His face contorts and I laugh at the expression until he thrusts harder, lifting me to my toes on his shoes, and I whimper. Fuck, the feeling of him inside me, stretching me, the metal scraping me.

“What does it feel like?” he asks as he pushes back inside me, the jewellery glinting in the light before disappearing inside me again.

I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him down for a messy kiss. “Like the best ribbed condom.”

He chuckles and tweaks my nipple, and I clench around him.

“Shit, El. It’s like I’m on fire.” He bends his knees and buries his head in my neck, sucking around the necklace. He looks up, and our eyes meet in the mirror, one hand wrapped around the necklace, the other playing with my piercings. “Ready?”

I clench my walls around him in response, and he thrusts into me hard, rocking me on my toes and ripping a gasp from me. My hand grips his hair.

“Evil, Ella,” he pants.

“But you liked it.”

“Yes. Honey, how close are you because I’m holding on by a thread?” Oliver stills his movement and bites the flesh between my shoulder and neck gently before soothing it with his tongue. His laboured breathing is harsh in my ear.

“I’ll catch myself up if you keep touching my nipples.”

He nods against my shoulder, and his other hand slips down to play with my other nipple. He pinches them and nudges the jewellery, switching up the movement to keep me guessing. It sends a tug straight to my cunt and I pulse around him. I keep one hand buried in his hair and slide the other down my front, straight to my clit.

My hand dips and I feel myself stretched around him, but I try not to get distracted. There’ll be time for that later. My hand travels back up and I create short, quick circles around my clit. Around and around, occasionally dipping down to gather more moisture, and to brush against him and feel his resulting thrust and groan.

“Okay, go,” I say through broken gasps.

He doesn’t wait a second to start moving again. Our eyes lock in the mirror and one of his hands comes to rest on my collarbones again, and it shouldn’t send heat straight to my cunt, but it does. To see his hand wrapped around me, wrapped around his jewellery decorating me, telling the world who belongs to him.

His rhythm falters, and he stops playing with my nipple, but it doesn’t matter because I’m nearly there. Can feel the clenching getting harder, the fire racing through my blood, and the shaking in my thighs.

“Oliver, who do you belong to?” I ask.

“You,” he gasps, wrapping an arm around my hips and holding me still so he can pound into me.

So I can feel the scrap of metal against my walls. Feel the curved barbell at the tip of his cock find places inside me I can never reach. So I can feel the three horizontal barbells disappear in and out of me and watch the glistening metal in the mirror.

“And who do I belong to?” I ask, the circles around my clit becoming more rapid and sloppier, touching anything I can get my hands on.

“Me,” he growls, and his brows come together as he thrusts again and again before he jerks inside me, the jewellery tugging deliciously on my insides as he orgasms and pushes himself deeper into me.

I moan when I see his face, and when his hand flexes on my throat and tugs at the necklace, I fall over the edge. I clencharound him and he moves in and out of me slowly, the ribbed sensation prolonging my aftershocks until I shake my head and he stops.

I sag against him and turn my head and guide him down so I can kiss him through our broken breathing.

He steps back cautiously because I’m still standing on him and leans heavily on the vanity. Oliver flinches and sucks in a sharp breath.

“Bit cold on the bum?” I giggle.

“Little bit, but I’m too wrung out to care. Ella, that was amazing.” He wraps his arms around me, enfolding me and covering my cooling body with his warm one.

“Let’s go home and do it again.”

He hums. “Home with you. I like it. I’ll need the car ride to recover.”

I laugh and lean my head on his shoulder. “I think you did quite well. Now let’s go home.”

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