Page 39 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

Every one of her curves is molded against me, begging to be touched.

It’s fucking torture.

If I look at her, if I look into those wide green eyes, my cock’s going to get hard. It's taking everything in me to keep myself in check as it is, so I can’t look at her face.

“It’s not my fault,” She counters, a little out of breath – whether from effort or excitement, I’m not sure – before she tries to shift away from me.

It doesn’t work, she only manages to rub herself against me further.

I have my eyes closed to focus on my forced meditation, but they snap open just as quickly when I feel the scrap of something against my stomach.

This time, I do look down at her.

There’s no fucking way that’s what I think it is.

Her eyes widen further as she stares back at me and her lips part slightly. She knows I felt it, but she waits for me to speak.

I bend my head slowly, bringing my lips up against the shell of her ear so no one can hear me. It’s loud as fuck in here, the girls chatting up the boys about the weekend, and no one is paying attention to us, but I still choose to whisper.

My hot breaths fall rhythmically against her skin as I wait a few beats before speaking, sending a slow shiver ambling down her spine.

My mouth moves against her ear.

“Tell me I’m fucking dreaming.”

Her voice comes out breathy when she speaks.

“Phoenix—”

“Is your nipple pierced?” I growl, the sound starting low in my chest and rumbling up into my throat.

She tenses against me and starts to back away, but I’m not about to let that happen before I’ve confirmed this new discovery.

I grasp her hips with both hands and force her back flush against my body.

She stills when she feels my now obviously hard cock digging into her stomach.

“Let me go,” She hisses, but her request doesn’t carry any heat.

I ignore her and shift my chest against hers, up and down and left to right, seeking out the friction with her piercing.

There’s no mistaking it, that’s a barbell going through her left nipple.

My eyes darken and my nostrils flare as I feel the metal scrap against my abdomen again. Our clothes act as a protective barrier, but I can still feel it.

I don’t want to look down and check if it’s visible through her clothing because if it is, I’ll lose my shit.

“You have your nipple pierced.” I confirm, drawing out the words against the shell of her ear.

Lust has me feeling lightheaded.

I want to see what the piercing looks like on her.

I want to know what color her nipples are, what shape, and how they taste when I lick and bite them.

I want to grab her tits and bury my face and my cock between them, fucking them until I’ve fulfilled my dirtiest fantasies.

Against my better judgment, my hand moves up until I cup the side of her tit. The touch is innocent, even though the startled look Six gives me makes it seem like I shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy without warning.

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