Page 53 of sWitch

Anxiety hummed from her throat, and I chuckled. “Wait, I ordered one more thing.” I reached into the drawer of my rolling station and pulled out a plush strawberry with kitten ears. “Made me think of you— and I figured you or someone anxious would be in my chair eventually.”

“Tank yo,” she mumbled against the clamp, accepting the plushy and squeezing it to her chest.

“Close your eyes so you don’t see the tools,” I instructed. “This will be quick, but I’m going to count you down with some deep breaths. Is that okay, princess?”

Eyes squinted, she nodded, and I readied the needle. I’d done plenty of lip piercings before, but this was my girl. I didn’t want to mess it up, although her tits were very distracting in her little dress…and her hips between my thighs were taunting me with their warmth…Focus.

“Let’s do three big breaths together. On the third exhale, you’re going to feel the clamp tighten and then the piercing. Deep breath in…and out…deep breath in…and out… You know, you really do look perfect on your back, princess.” With her body relaxed and mind occupied with my constant sexual advances, I pierced her lip.

“You’re doing great,” I praised, quickly threading in the hoop. “We’re done.” I cleared the tools and covered them with a paper towel so she wouldn’t see any blood and held up the hand mirror. “What do you think?”

The rose flush of her cheeks accentuated the little sparkles she’d added to her makeup for the day. I loved seeing her dress and do her makeup in the bright, vibrant ways that made her happy.

A squeal fled her throat that sounded like something straight out of a cutesy cartoon. “It’s perfect, Remy. I love…it so much.”

“You were about to say something else, weren’t you?” I leaned over her and gently planted a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I love…itso much too.”

“Remy,” she breathed my name like a prayer, and the atmosphere in the piercing booth turned hazy. “Let’s switch.” Pushing on my chest, she rounded me, putting me on my back while she straddled me.

I chuckled. “Your first piercing might make you a bad girl, but you’ll never be a top, princess.”

She leaned forward, softly brushing her swollen lip over mine, our lip rings tapping each other’s. My hands greedily slipped under her tiny dress and skimmed her hips, gripping every bit of her softness. When I cupped her ass, she rocked forward and whispered, “I couldsobe a top…though I really like being your pillow princess.”

I smiled against her kiss and found her hand, pulling it up for inspection. “Look at these long, bedazzled nails. These are the hands of a bottom, princess.” We both laughed, the sound echoing around the empty shop. “However,” I continued. “You’re crazy if you think I can’t top you from the bottom.”

“How does that work?” she asked, moving to kiss my neck.

“Like this.” My hands resumed their position on her hips before I hooked my fingers through the waistband of her panties and slowly slipped them over her ass and down to her knees. I positioned my palm between her warm, supple thighs and gripped her hip with my other hand. Tugging her hips forward, she gasped as her pussy collided with my hand. Slipping my two middle fingers inside, I growled at the feel of how wet she was for me. “God, you’re so fucking perfect. Move your hips just like that.”

“Fuck, Remy,” she panted, rocking forward, her clit hitting my palm as my fingers hooked within her. “Just like that, please.”

“I love when you beg, princess. Now, come all over my hand so I can lick you up.”

Fauna’s thrusts came slow and deep, and I reveled in the feeling of her tight, slick walls tightening around my knuckles. The job position of top was taken, but my sweet little pillow princess did look really good fucking my hand from above.

Her face dropped to my shoulder as her orgasm peaked. Wrapping my free hand around her throat, I gently tilted her gaze towards mine. “Can’t hide from me. Give me all of you,”I breathed, feeling the shocks of her release coupled with her moans in the harmony of the shared air between us.

She whimpered through a couple of orgasms, her pussy clutching my fingers, and I didn’t stop pumping into her until she begged me to stop. When I pulled out, I sucked each finger slowly. “Fuck, Fauna, you’re my own melted ice cream cone, aren’t you?”

With a giggle, she climbed off and pulled up her panties. The front door jingled suddenly, and she looked to me in horror. “The door was unlocked that whole time?”

I shrugged. “Did you expect me to stop for that?”

She hit my arm. “You’re horrible.”

“So horrible,” I agreed, pulling her close and giving her a gentle kiss, careful to avoid her new hoop.

After a quick nose piercing for an eighteen-year-old kid, Fauna and I went back to my place. Disappearing into my room, I reappeared with my extra-large Sleep Token shirt and drawstring sweatpants and tossed them to her.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“I know you like to get cozy. I thought we’d order in and game tonight. What do you think?”

Her smile lit up my soul. No girl had ever taken hold of my heart as swiftly and thoroughly as Fauna Belrose, my pink little V for Valin witch I’d cyber-sexted as my brother’s avatar. She was the girl I risked everything for— my morals, my relationship with my twin, my past situationship, even my band. I’d put them all on the line for her, and I would have done it again and again if it meant having her.

Sure, I stole my brother’s girlfriend. I said I would, and I did. It was self-centered, wrong, ethically dishonorable, and risked hurting a whole hell of a lot of people—and fuck, I was so happy Idid. Fauna turned out to be so much more than just an obsession or conquest or way to piss off my brother. Now that I had her, I could never be without her. Fauna was it for me. Yeah, we were young and dumb, but when the time was right, I knew I’d make her mine forever.

I tugged off her little dress, careful with her swollen lip and headphones, and slipped my baggy shirt over her head. Next, she held onto my shoulder as she stepped into the sweatpants. “You don’t have to dress me.” She smiled, tying the strings into a floppy bow.

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