Page 8 of A Court of Hearts and Hunger
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Driven through each of Fin’s pink nipples are thin gold bars with tiny orbs at the ends.
“You—pierced your nipples,” I gasp.
“I’ve had them pierced before,” he says. “A long time ago. I thought I’d try it again. For fun.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Not at all. In fact, these make my nipples even more sensitive. It’s delightful. Do you want to know what else I pierced today, Clara?”
My stomach thrills wildly. “Gods,” I whisper. “What did you do?”
“This one is for both of us.” He’s unbuttoning his pants. “But it’s mostly for you, sugar. Wait until you see how it feels.”
Oh gods. Oh fuck… I think I might die on the spot.
He drops his pants, and his cock bobs out, thick and long, with a slight upward curve. He’s massive, and gorgeous. But what catches my eye is the small red-and-white orb embedded just beneath the head of his length.
“This piercing is a temporary one, for you to taste. It will melt as you lick it.” His dark lashes sweep low and seductive over his golden eyes. “But these—” He lifts his cock up, allowing me to see the underside— “these are permanent. For as long as I want them to be, that is. If I took them out, the holes would heal immediately.”
I stare at the row of tiny, parallel golden bars with nubby ends—eight of them, spaced along his length.
Finias tilts his head, appraising me. “If it’s too much for you, I can remove them. I don’t want you to be nervous, or frightened…”
“Are you joking?” I laugh, breathless because I can imagine how all those lovely golden nubs are going to feel, rippling and rubbing along my soft inner channel. “I need that inside me, now.”
“That’s my good girl,” he says softly. Then he laughs because I’m undressing quickly, ungracefully, stumbling out of my stockings and underthings in reckless haste. His laugh isn’t mocking; it’s warm, affectionate. I’m bare for him in a moment, and he pulls me close, against his hot skin.
“May I touch them?” I whisper.
“Always, Clara. You always have permission to touch me.” He moans, tipping his head back, as I gently twist the little bar in one nipple. “Fuck, I forgot how good this feels.”
I flick the second bar in his other nipple, and his cock throbs against my belly. I’m wickedly enchanted with these new toys, and by the low groan of tortured delight that rolls from his lips.
“Can I get piercings too?”
“Of course.” He curls his fingers around my chin and kisses me. The snowfall-and-chocolate scent of his breath is my favorite fragrance now. I open wide for him, my tongue lapping against his while my fingers slide down the hard, muscled planes of his abdomen, to the base of his shaft. My fingertips dance along the underside, tweaking each little bar gently.
My Sugarplum Faerie is nearly sobbing by the time I reach the last piercing. I think they’re sounds of pleasure, not pain, but just to be sure I ask, “Does it hurt?”
“Gods, don’t look at me like that or I’ll come,” he gasps. “It feels so good.”
I don’t mind if he comes first. After all, he can keep himself hard for hours and have multiple orgasms within that span of time—although he told me once that the pleasure diminishes after a few climaxes, growing weaker with each successive orgasm.
Even if I let him come now, he’ll have plenty of stamina left for me.
I sink to my knees in front of him. His erect length is thick, hot, and flushed, with a delicate vein tracing up the side.
Fin is panting, his face nearly as pink as his hair. I lean forward, inspecting the little striped ball of candy located just beneath his cock head. Experimentally, I taste it. Delicious minty goodness.
“Fuck, Clara.” His eyes are shut, and he’s squirming, huffing frantic breaths, one hand gripping the bedpost. “By the gods’ bones—”
“Look at me, Fin.”
He looks down, and I lift my eyes to his while I very slowly, very deliberately, put out my tongue again. With the tip of my tongue, I wiggle the minty little piercing.
Fin cries out, his body jerking as glossy white liquid flies onto my tongue, my mouth, my breasts. He tastes like buttercream frosting this time. I lick my lips and collect the rest with my fingers, putting each one in my mouth so I can savor the taste of him.
