Page 68 of Cold Front
The admission sent a fresh wave of heat through me, but it was thewayhe said it—like he wasn’t just talking about the metal but the whole of me—that made my pulse stutter.
I reached for his hand, guiding it to my chest. “Then touch them,” I murmured.
His fingers trembled slightly as they brushed over my chest, grazing my nipple, sending a sharp jolt through me. It was barely a touch, but my breath caught, and my hips shifted beneath him before I could stop myself.
Encouraged, Niall dragged his fingertips across my nipple again, circling the piercing, then flicked the metal, watching for my reaction.
A sharp exhale left my lips. “Fuck, Niall.”
His eyes darkened, even as his fingers ghosted the other one.
A groan tore from my throat, my cock thickening, pressing insistently against the fabric of my briefs. I wasn’t alone—Niall was just as affected, his hardness pressing against me.
“You make me feelsogood,” I told him, my voice wrecked.
Niall’s breath stuttered, his grip on my chest tightening slightly. Then, after a beat of hesitation, he bent his head.
The first tentative flick of his tongue sent electricity down my spine.
I gasped, my back arching off the bed.
He pulled back slightly, watching me like he was trying to figure out if it was good or too much.
I fisted the sheets, my thighs tightening around his hips. “Niall?—”
That was all the encouragement he needed.
His mouth sealed around my nipple, tongue swirling, sucking lightly before scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin.
A broken moan escaped me, my cock twitching, a fresh pulse of wetness leaking at the tip. I was completely at his mercy, and hefeltit, the way I responded to every lick, every press of his mouth.
My fingers tangled in his hair, my grip tightening as he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, sucking and nipping, his confidence growing with every ragged breath I took.
“Niall—fuck,yes?—”
His name slipped from my lips, a breathless plea, my body coiling so tight I thought I might come apart from just this.
I could feel him against me, his cock just as hard, just as desperate.
I felt myself teetering on the edge, my body coiled tight, the pleasure threatening to crash over me. I forced myself to breathe, to slow down just enough to check in.
My gaze found Niall’s, and what I saw nearly undid me—Niall’s pupils blown wide, lips parted, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. He lookedwreckedin the best way, like he was feeling everything just as intensely as I was.
“How’re you feeling?” I rasped, running a hand up Niall’s side, needing tohearit.
Niall swallowed hard. “Good,” he managed, voice rough.
My heart pounded. “Can I make you come?”
The way Niall sucked in a breath sent a fresh rush of heat through my veins. My fingers curled into the sheets, my body tense beneath his.
Then, barely above a whisper—like the words had to fight their way out—Niall said, “Yes… please.”
That was all I needed.
With a surge of energy, I flipped us, shifting our weight effortlessly despite the twenty-pound difference. I wasn’t a lightweight. And right now, I wasn’t letting anything—not size, not hesitation—keep me from showing Niall exactly how good this could be.
I shoved out of my boxer briefs, not missing the way Niall’s breath hitched.
