“Mm, I know.”
Tugging at the strings tied at my waist, my bottoms fall to the floor along with my shorts leaving me naked and exposed for him.
“Holy fuck.” He presses a kiss against my upper thigh, trailing his lips over my hip bone again until he reaches my pussy. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him where I need him most.
Lifting my leg over his shoulder, giving him better access, he slides his tongue through my slit. His fingers digging into the curve of my ass help to stabilize me, which I’m grateful for. With nothing but my hand in his hair and my other pressed against the wall, I hold on for the glorious ride as his tongue swipes over my clit.
Rotating my hips, I ride his face like it’s the one and only place I want to be. When he gently slides a finger in, my movements turn urgent while I grind against him.
“Fuck, Brix. Oh, God,” I murmur, my body shaking when he adds a second finger. Once his mouth closes over my clit, sucking, the vibration from his moans sends me soaring over the edge.
Sagging against the wall, Brix grabs me by the waist. This time, he doesn’t hold back, doesn’t ask for permission as his mouth crashes against mine. Wrapping my hand around his neck, I hold him against me, our tongues tangling together.
Lifting me, my legs circle his waist as he carries me down the hall. My assault on his mouth doesn’t slow. I’m so turned on, and all I can think about is tasting him, feeling him.
I want more of him.
He carries me into his room, dropping me on the edge of the bed. He pauses, stepping back to unbutton his shorts. Now, with the soft light filling the room, the outline of his hard dick pressing against the front of his black boxer briefs is unmistakable.
“Keep on licking your lips like that, baby, I’m going to make you take me in your mouth.”
I moan at the mental image, the thought of tasting his velvety skin against my tongue, tasting his arousal.
“Fuck, is that what you want?”
He pulls down his briefs, wrapping his hand around his cock, pumping it once, twice. I’m wholly captivated watching him touch himself.
That is until I see the glistening on the tip of his dick, and it’s not from pre-cum.
By the look on his face, he’s enjoying me watching him while his other hand reaches down wrapping around his balls as he jerks harder, faster.
Stepping between my legs, he holds his dick out for me, and I come face-to-face with the piercing through the head of his cock. I want to ask questions, like did it hurt along with thoughts of it getting stuck in my throat, before pushing them out of my mind.
Taking him in my hand, I mimic his motions after watching what he likes. He uses his other hand to brush the hair away from my face as I lean forward and swipe my tongue beneath the head.
He responds with a string of curse words flying out of his mouth, ending with how good it feels. When he slides in my mouth, his head tilts back, and I watch in rapture the way his body winds up tight.
He thrusts his hips toward me, slowly at first, testing how far he can go. Tipping my head back, I open my mouth, giving him a subtle nod of permission to go further.
“Jesus, fuck!” he moans. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, thrusting my hand up with him before he quickly pulls out.
With his hand clenching my hair and his head tossed back, he fucks my mouth. His moans grow louder each time he hits the back of my throat, feeling me gag around him, but I don’t stop.
I never fucking stop.
“You’re going to make me cum, Ivyana, and I want to feel you around me when I do.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me so I’m standing in front of him. He pulls on the string untying the top of my bikini. Standing naked in front of him, it crosses my mind for a moment how this doesn’t feel weird or uncomfortable. In fact, nothing has ever felt more right.
I don’t allow myself to overthink or overanalyze all the ways this could end up a mess.
Brix takes my seat on the edge of the bed, pulling me on top of him before leaning back on his elbows. Positioning him beneath me, I rub the head of his cock over my clit.
The feel of the tip, along with the metal piercing, on my most sensitive skin, feels phenomenal.
“If you keep that shit up, I’m not going to make it much longer.”
Positioning him at my core, I slowly lean back, taking in every inch. The sounds of our moans mix in the silence around us. Brix falls back on the bed, sliding his hands into mine.