Page 42 of Entangled

I should have known he was going to be a little shit about it.

He drops his mouth to my opening and pushes his tongue inside, tasting me. Pushing down against my hips as they jerk at the intrusion. A moan escapes me and I try to lift against his mouth, desperately searching for that peak that he’s keeping tauntingly out of reach. He brings his mouth back up to my clit, pushing down on it harder than before and starting to hum as he does. Sending the most delicious vibrations racing across my skin. And it only takes a few more flicks of his tongue to set me off like the fireworks his eyes always hold.

A scream rips from me and my hips jerk wildly as I come. He keeps that humming up as tremors rack my body, the feel of it against my sensitive nerves damn near sending me over the edge again. My pussy is drenched and quivering by the time the orgasm starts to fade, leaving me breathless and yet still feeling empty, needing more.

I feel him grin against me before he lifts his head, lips glistening from my wetness. “Told you I was a giver.”

A surprised laugh bursts out of me and I roll my eyes at him. “You really are incorrigible.”

He gives me a wink and stands, hands moving to the front of his jeans. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

I watch him push down his pants and underwear in one swoop, revealing a more than impressive cock and—

“What the fuck is that?”

He flashes me that brilliant smile and grips himself, giving a lazy stroke, ending with his fingers playing with the barbell at the head of his cock. “What? This?”

“Is-is that—”

Holy shit, I can’t get the words out.

“A piercing?” he teases, lips twitching. “Yes, El. It is.”

“Holy shit.”

I mean… I’ve seen a respectable amount of, uh, male anatomies in my short life but…

“Don’t worry.” His eyes shine down at me wickedly. “It only hurts a little at first.”

I narrow my eyes at him in warning. “Shut the fuck up, Dawson.”

That melodic laugh of his trickles out as he drops down over me, dipping his head to nuzzle at my neck and putting us skin to skin. I wrap my arms around his neck and he circles a hand around my waist, hauling us up the bed until I feel my head hit his pillow. The sea-spring scent of him completely enveloping me as he lifts his head and looks down at me. This carefree playboy who cares, an enigma of a man with eyes filled with heat and light and concern. And all of the sudden I feel excruciatingly vulnerable, uncharacteristically shy in a way I never have before.

He must see the shift in my eyes because the next thing I know he’s rolling us over, putting me on top and reaching to massage my hips. “You okay?”

I drop my chest against his and fold my arms, resting my chin on them. “Yeah.” I nod my head. “It’s just—” Fuck, I hate this. “Just been a while is all.”

“You know we can stop, right?”

His eyes show me the truth of his words and I bring my lips up to his in a soft kiss.

“I know.” I drop my hips down, sliding my wetness against his hard length, feeling the metal at the tip. “But I don’t want to.”

I roll my hips again and he groans, reaching a hand over to flip the lid of the one of the compartments lining the walls of the boat. He pulls out a foil packet, tearing it open and I rise to give him the room he needs to roll it on. Dropping his head back onto the pillows he reaches for my hips again, sliding me along his shaft and lifting his eyes to mine. But when he doesn’t make a move to take it further, I realize he’s waiting. He’s letting it be my choice.

Giving me exactly what I need to quell any of the lingering hesitation.

I reach down to grip his cock, moving him to my entrance, inner muscles stretching and spasming from a year of neglect as I start to sink down. His piercing drags over my sensitive flesh with the most amazing sensation that has my breath hitching in my throat. And through it all, our eyes remain locked, right up to when I seat myself on him to the hilt.

He closes his eyes as I give myself a moment to adjust to the feeling of intrusion. The piercing at the end of his cock hitting deep inside of me, proving too much of a temptation for me to keep still for long. I roll my hips experimentally and his hands tighten on my hips in response, causing a smirk to rise to my lips.

His eyes pop open as if he can sense my amusement and an answering grin lifts his lips. “You playing with me, Blondie?”

I lift up almost completely and slowly lower myself back down. “Never,” I gasp.

He lifts off the bed, bringing us face to face and pressing our chests together, circling his hands around to my ass. “Why not?” He presses me down onto him and lifts his hips, pushing in even deeper.

His words have another soft smirk rising to my lips as I give in to the playful game. Lifting my hands to tangle in his hair and dropping my lips to his as I start rolling my hips in earnest. Rising up and down, feeling his pierced cock drag against me in all the right places. Our kiss is as playful as the game, all teasing strokes and give-and-take. He starts to thrust up into me from below, meeting me at every roll of my hips and harsh, breathy noises start to escape me.

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