“Are you sure?”
His eyes say so much more than his words. They are full of emotion. Pride, caring, maybe even love. Tears come to my eyes, and I nod as I chew on my top lip.
“I’m positive.”
I lean back into him and kiss him. My tears fall and mingle with our kiss. Salty against his intoxicating taste. He twists us, landing on his back on the bed with me straddling his lap. His muscles flex as he moves us upward until he’s sitting against the headboard.
“Then you’re in charge, baby,” he tells me, and it’s the best thing he could have said. I grip his shirt at the waist and pull it up over his abs, his chest, and finally over his head. “Tit for tat, Stormy.” The way he growls my name has me trembling as I reach down to the buttons of my leather vest.
I hesitate for a moment. “I have scars,” I say quietly.
His large hand comes to rest on my chest, just above my breasts, and he presses his palm there gently. “I don’t care. I want you just the way you are.”
I nod at him, then pop the buttons. My vest falls open. He zeros in on my full B cups. The rosy nipples begging for his mouth. He pulls me up as he leans forward and takes one between his lips. His beard tickles the edges, and I moan as his hot mouth covers me. He sucks my nipple deep while pinching and tugging on the other. My hands move across his chest, and I pull at the black barbells through his nipples.
“I want to do this too.”
He pulls back from my breasts. “What?”
“I want to pierce my nipples next.”
“Fuck, baby, that would be sexy as fuck. I’m going to come just thinking of pulling and playing with those.” He goes back to loving on my breasts.
Every time I pull on his piercings, his hips jump. I press down, feeling him through his jeans and the thin, fake leather of my shorts. His hands move to my waist, and he kisses my lips deep and hard. I continue to ride him until it’s not enough. My body is on fire.
I pull away and slide down his body. I pop the button on his fly and carefully unzip his jeans. He lifts his hips, and I yank his jeans and boxers down to his knees. His cock stands long and proud in my face. Precum drips from the pierced tip, the Apadravya piercing catching my eye. I look up his body and raise an eyebrow at him.
“All for you, baby. I got it shortly after you were taken, so your brother wouldn’t question why I wasn’t picking up any women. It was a joke in the clubhouse for months.”
I don’t want to think of my brother.
I lick up the precum, not wanting to lose any of it. When I slide my mouth over his cock, I feel the piercing along my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I slide him in deep, taking as much of him as I can while my hand slowly moves up and down the shaft. Atlas pushes my dreads back so he can watch as I love on him.
I continue to work him in and out of my mouth. He’s groaning and growling. His hand tightens in my hair, and I reach forward to grab his balls and gently roll them in my palm. He tries to pull away, but I hold on tight, wanting to give him pleasure. I take his cock as deep as I can and swallow as he comes hard down my throat. His hand holds me in place, and I love the feel of it. In this moment, there’s nothing but him and me.
When I sit up, his eyes are droopy, and he has a sexy grin on his face.
“Fuck, baby, I’m never letting you go. Your brother can threaten to kill me, but I won’t be able to live without you.”
He dives for me, and I’m on my back with him working the leather and lace down my legs. He kicks off his boots and jeans before pushing me up the bed. His cock is already getting hard again as he takes me in.
Now I’m self-conscious.
Titan
* * *
My hands slide up her legs. I notice the puckered skin along her feet and heels. Leaning forward, I softly kiss each scar. I continue my quest up her body. My tongue snakes out and licks along her knees as my hands slide up the back side, spreading her legs wide. Her perfect pink pussy glistens with her desire. I look up her body. Her eyes are focused on me. I only see desire and need in them, but I still worry about her.
“You still good, baby?” I ask and watch as her eyes start to tear up again.
“Yes. I’m so good right now.”
“Excellent.”
When my hands encounter more scars, I roll her and kiss them before opening her up completely. My shoulders fitting between her legs. Softly, I blow against her clit that is starting to peek out of its hood. She moans, and her hands dive into my hair, tugging me to her. I gently lick her clit, but as soon as her scent and flavor burst across my senses, I become overwhelmed. I push my face into her body. My nose rubs her clit as I fuck her long and deep with my tongue, then I move my mouth back to it, sucking it in. She cries out as I rub my tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Two fingers find her opening, and I press inside her. I zero in on that soft, spongy part where her G-spot is and start rubbing as I continue to suck and lick her clit. Stormy squeezes and pulls my hair as she cries out.
I hear Gurgi howl in the living room before he huffs and settles by the door. He’s going to have to stay out of our room when I’m making love to her if he’s going to try to interfere.