Page 47 of Dark Horse

“A piercing?” He repeats my statement as a question.

“Yes.” I breathe the word more than speak it as his fingers slip over it, searching the borders and teasing me in the process.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters against my skin, his tone distracted and fascinated all at once. “I bet it looks fucking pretty. I want pictures next time you’re alone.”

“Okay,” I agree easily.

“Does it make this feel better?”

“You’ve never been with a woman who’s pierced?” I’m surprised. Given that he has a decade on me and looks the way he does, I figured he’d had every variety.

“Can’t say I have.” There’s amusement and curiosity in his tone as his fingers toy with me, and I roll my hips forward for more.

“I could be your first for something then,” I whisper, smiling to myself. “If you’d just give in and fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you here on this porch, where anyone could see?” He’s dubious that I’d go through with it. But hell, I think I would. If it meant having him, finally, I don’t think I’d care if half our friends and family were witnesses to it. Those would be their therapy bills, not mine. Because all my mind would be focused on is that I finally got under his skin enough to make him cave.

“I don’t care who sees. Them. Anyone. You could fuck me live on the app. I just need it.”

“Fuck… You’re so raw and desperate. Deprived of the attention you need. I know. But I’m here now.” He scoops me up and pulls me over to a bench at the side of the house, depositing me in front of him. He finishes unbuttoning my shorts and slides them down my thighs along with my panties but pauses above my knees. “Spread for me. I want to see it now.”

“Anyone could—” I look toward the back porch.

“You said you didn’t care, and neither do I. Show me,” he demands.

I spread further and reveal the piercing on my clit. The moonlight catches it, and it glints in the light.

“Fuck. Look how wet and swollen you are for me.” He leans forward and runs his thumb over the piercing, and I let out a soft whimper. “That thing is so fucking sexy.You’reso fucking sexy.” His eyes rake over me with renewed interest, and I roll my lip between my teeth as he studies me. “Play with yourself and show me how you use it.”

My heart skips a beat at the request. But the fact that he’s fascinated with how it brings me pleasure, praising me instead of asking the boring and borderline stupid questions I normally get from men about whether or not it hurt, and if I was wetwhen they pierced me, has me doing whatever he asks. I start to tease myself with my fingertips, nudging the piercing gently back and forth as I do to help build the tension in the sensitive nerve endings there. My breathing gets heavier, and he watches me with bated breath.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous I can barely stand it. It’s one thing in the pictures… on the phone. But in person, Hellfire… Fuck me. I don’t deserve to watch.”

“I want you to watch. I need you to finish me. I want your hands on me when I come,” I say, teasing my fingers over my clit and dipping down lower to nudge my opening with the tips of them. I need him. Badly.

It’s been too long, and all the taunting and teasing we do with each other has me on the absolute edge. I’m too wary to tell him quite that bluntly though. If I stop too long to consider what I’m doing and where—whoI’m doing it with—I’ll probably melt into a puddle on the floor. But as it stands, I’m holding my own, and he likes it.

“I’ll give you my hands when you need them. But I need a taste. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since the other night.”

I hold my fingers out, and he shakes his head and nods back down.

“Soak them. I want the taste of you branded on my tongue for the rest of the night so I can remember what I get, and he never will.”

I do as he asks, running my fingers through my wetness and dipping them inside until they’re coated, offering them up again. He wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls them deep into his mouth, practically swallowing them up as his tongue wraps around them, delving between them and around, tickling the pads of my fingers with the tip of his tongue as I try not to squirm. My eyes are locked on him, watching him like he’sstarved until his lashes finally lift, and he catches me doing it. He sucks on the tips of them and then laves his tongue over every square inch. Lapping up every drop like he’s giving me a preview of what I’ll get someday.

“If you’re good, and I earn it, I’m gonna spend a night on my knees worshipping your pretty little cunt and sucking on this jeweled clit until you have to beg me to stop from how exhausted you are.”

“I’ll be good.”

“Then let’s hope I earn it.” He pats his lap. “But for now, come here. I have to settle for what I can take from you tonight.”

I turn to sit, but the shorts around my thighs restrict my movement as I try to make space in his lap. He grabs them and strips them off over my boots. Tossing them and my panties on the bench next to us before he pulls me into his lap, my back to his front. He uses his boots to kick my feet wider, exposing me for anyone who might walk by to see. The sensation of his jeans, the rough cotton and metal grommets and buttons against my bare ass has me nibbling my lower lip. I feel dirty in the best way, and I can hardly believe whose hands are on me.

“Look how pretty you are like this in my lap, spread and glittering for me in the moonlight. So fucking gorgeous.” His fingers start to work me over again, and I roll my hips to add to the building friction. I don’t miss how hard and thick he is underneath my ass, and I work to center myself on his cock as I writhe beneath his touch. I’m just hoping he’s getting the smallest taste of his own medicine.

“You fight dirty.” He growls against my throat and rakes his teeth over my skin.

I buck forward at the sensation, and his fingers slide inside me, working their way in and out as I rock my hips against his hand. His thumb toys with my clit, and it doesn’t take long forhim to have me worked up to the edge of my orgasm. He slows his movement down to a snail’s pace, his fingers sliding effortlessly from how wet I am for him. I lay my head back against his shoulder, taking in a deep breath only to hear how ragged his is.

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