Page 98 of Claimed By the Band

I gasp as Jordan's fingers trail lower, teasing along my length through the thin fabric of my briefs. Her touch is curious, exploratory, and it makes my heart race to see the fascination in her eyes. I lift my hips, sliding my underwear off so she can explore freely.

Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in the sight of me fully naked, her gaze immediately drawn to the glint of metal. "You have piercingstheretoo?"

I can't help but grin at the wonder in her voice. "Mhmm. A dydoe up top and a lorum underneath." I gesture to the piercings on the top of my crown and on the underside of my cock at the base in turn. "I may not have a knot, but trust me—they make things interesting."

"Did it hurt?" she asks, her fingers hovering just above my skin like she's afraid to touch.

"Like hell," I laugh, but the sound cuts off as her hand wraps around my shaft and my voice grows strained with need for her to keep touching me. "But that's part of the fun."

She explores me slowly, as if she's fascinated by the way the metal catches the light. Her touch is tentative at first, but grows bolder as she gauges my reaction. When her thumb brushes over the metal studs of the dydoe piercing, my hips buck involuntarily.

"Sensitive?" she asks with a small smile, doing it again deliberately.

"Very," I manage, my voice rough. "But in the best way."

Her fingers trace down my length to the lorum piercing, and I have to bite back a moan. The dual sensations of her exploring touch and the metal moving against sensitive flesh is almost too much.

"Jordan," I warn as she continues her gentle exploration, "if you keep that up, I'm not going to last. And when I'm not in heat, I need recovery time after coming. I want to make you feel good first."

She looks up at me through her lashes, and the combination of innocence and heat in her expression nearly undoes me. "What if I want you to feel good too?"

"Trust me," I say, catching her hand and bringing it to my lips, "being inside you will feel amazing. Let me take care of you?"

Her scent intensifies at my words, roses and rain and need filling my lungs. "Yes," she breathes, spreading her legs wider in invitation. "Please, Asher. I want… I need you to fuck me."

I groan at the sight of her, the sound of her begging for the very thing I need on a fundamental level. Positioning myself between her thighs, I rub the head of my cock through her slick, letting her get used to the feel of the piercing against her sensitive flesh.

"Ready?" I ask softly, searching her face for any sign of hesitation.

She nods, pulling me down for a desperate kiss as I start to push inside. The sensation is overwhelming—she's so tight and hot around me, her inner walls fluttering as they adjust to the intrusion.

"Oh god," she whimpers against my lips as I sink deeper, the piercings adding extra stimulation with every movement.

"You feel incredible," I tell her, fighting to keep still and let her adjust. "So perfect around me."

Her hands clutch at my shoulders as I begin to move, setting a gentle rhythm. Every thrust makes the piercings on the base of my cock shift and catch against her walls, drawing the most beautiful sounds from her throat.

Nothing has ever felt so right, so perfect, so meant to be. The way she moves beneath me, the way she responds to every touch, every kiss—it's magic.

"More," she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. "Please, Asher, I need..."

"I know what you need," I murmur, sliding a hand between us to circle her clit.

She arches into my touch, her body trembling on the edge of release. The scent of her arousal mixed with her heat is mouthwatering.

"That's it," I encourage as she starts to tighten around me. "Let go for me, beautiful. I want to feel you come around me."

Her climax hits hard, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around my length as she cries out my name. The sensation is almost too much, the tight grip of her body, the way my piercings catch and drag with every movement, the sound of my name on her lips.

I follow her over the edge with a groan, burying myself deep as I come inside her. Her body milks every drop from me, drawing out my ecstasy until I'm shaking with the intensity of it.

We collapse together, both panting and trembling from what we just did. I gather her close, pressing soft kisses to her face as she curls into me.

"You okay?" I ask softly, stroking her hair back from her forehead.

She nods, a small smile playing at her lips. "More than okay." She shifts slightly, gasping as the movement makes my piercings brush sensitive spots inside her. "Those really do make things interesting."

I laugh, pulling her closer. "Told you so." I press a kiss to her temple, breathing in her scent. The heat has subsided a little, but I know it won't last. Not without a knot.

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