Page 36 of Take Me Slowly: part 2
"I told you not to feel sorry for me," he growled softly. "I fucked up. End of story."
"It's not the end—" I started.
His arm snapped out and he grabbed a handful of my hair. "It's the fucking end. If you don't stop I'm going to…"
"What are you going to do?" I whispered. My pulse was racing, clit fluttering. My nipples were already hard. The anticipation made me wet as hell.
His eyes were dark as they looked back at me. Darker still when his hand tightened around my hair. With the other, he pushed down the front of his track pants and boxer briefs, letting his erection spring free.
My eyes widened. The underside of his cock was decorated with four metal bars, each a few millimetres apart. Pre-cum already leaked from his tip.
He pushed my face forward, until my lips were pressed against his crown.
"You want to fuck me?" His voice was ragged. "Open your fucking mouth and suck my cock."
I flicked my tongue out, licking the tip, tasting the slick salt on his heated skin.
He groaned. "Leah…" He pushed my face forward more, until I opened my mouth. Then he was sliding his cock between my lips, just the tip at first, then gradually more.
His piercings were smooth against my lips. I stroked my tongue over them instinctively.
"You want to know why I got those?" he asked, each word more strained than the one before. "Because they hurt like a bitch. I wanted them to. I wanted to hurt. I deserved to hurt."
I looked up at him sharply, but his eyes were closed as he started to roll his hips, thrusting, fucking my mouth slowly. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking his balls and pumping him in rhythm with his strokes. Wanting to bring him to orgasm. Wanting to see him shatter. To taste him on my tongue.
"Fucking hell," he whispered. "Your fucking mouth…" He thrust faster a couple of times before coming, squirting his release into the back of my throat.
I gagged and then managed to swallow, continuing to stroke him until he finally let out a long breath and slid his cock free.
At the same time, he let go of my hair and sat back.
"Shit, Leah… I shouldn't have… Fuck." He ran a hand over the back of his head. "I'm sorry, I—" He screwed his eyes shut.
"Yes, you should." I teased around the tip of his cock with my tongue and smiled. "I wanted you to. If I didn't, I would have told you."
He regarded me for a moment. "Get back in your chair and let me fuck you with my mouth." He knew I was right. If I wanted to say no, I would, but I liked his assertiveness. If he told me to lie out in the snow with my legs spread so he could fuck me out there, I would have. My blood was so hot I might melt it right down to the ground.
Without hesitation, I pushed myself to my feet and retook my seat. He knelt in front of me, grabbed my leggings and panties and yanked them down my legs and off over my shoes. I barely had time to blink before he dipped his head between my thighs and started to devour me.
I moaned. "Josiah… Yes, just there." I felt like he was going to eat me alive. And I was here for it. I was here for it when he pulled down the front of my shirt and bra and palmed my breast. Pinching my nipple when it became harder still.
He slid a calloused finger into me, then another, hooking them around to stroke me from the inside while relentlessly sucking my clit.
I bucked against his mouth as he pushed me closer and closer to coming. The stubble on his chin scratching the inside of my thighs, the perfect amount of tension. The perfect amount of…everything.
I arched my back as I shattered against his tongue, crying out his name over and over, wanting to make it last. Blood raced through my veins and pounded in my ears. For the longest time, everything disappeared except bliss that started in my toes and travelled all the way up to my head. Consuming everything.
He didn't stop when I started to come down, instead pushing me, stroking me, licking me until the pressure started to build again.
"Josiah…" I whispered. "I don't know if I can." Then I was back on the edge of the precipice, my toes curled, ready to pitch over again.
I gripped the arms of the chair, holding on as I broke into a million pieces, screaming out his name so loud I wouldn't have been surprised if they heard it right at the bottom of the mountain. Loud enough to make the earth move and my throat hurt. I cried out and cried out until finally I flopped back, boneless and panting.
"That was…incredible," I said when I finally managed to speak again.
"It was what you deserve," he said. He kissed the insides of my thighs as though worshipping them, then rested the side of his face on my leg.
"I'm not good enough for you," he said softly.
