He bit harder than he had to and she yelped.
“No more of that,” he said seriously. “Wait, so other people have seen this?” He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“It would serve you right if they had.”
He grinned at the answer. “It would. But luckily we don’t have to worry about it.”
“You’re very sure of yourself.”
“I’m totally sure of myself.” He got to his knees between her thighs. “Sometimes it takes me a while to get where I need to be. But once I’m there, I’m very sure about it.”
He gripped his cock at the base and teased along her pussy with the head and the beads on the barbell.
“Am I still supposed to say when I like something?”
“I think the squeak in your voice does a good job, but a man can’t complain when a beautiful woman tells him she likes what he’s doing to her.”
“I don’t squeak!”
Of course he then reached out and squeezed her clit between his slippery thumb and forefinger and made her do just that.
“Liar.”
“Well, you pinched my clit! Who doesn’t squeak then?”
“I wouldn’t know. Yours is the only clit I’m squeezing these days.”
She wanted to laugh, but then she just sort of sighed when he pushed inside a bit and then pulled back.
“First, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. Then we’ll relax a while and start round two.”
He rolled the condom on while she watched like a deviant, but it was so hot to see how carefully he pulled the latex around the piercing. Or maybe it was just the way he handled himself in general.
Either way, she liked to watch.
“Feet on the floor,” he ordered as he got out of bed.
Oh. Well, yes.
He stood behind her, caressing down her back and sides until she relaxed, and then he pushed into her in one long, hard thrust until they both grunted when he got all the way inside.
“Now then. Fuck me.”
PJ lazily turned her head enough to see him.
He gripped her hips and pulled her back so she got what he meant.
PJ braced her elbows and began to push herself back, fucking herself onto his cock. And then she pulled forward and pushed back again until she got a rhythm going and the pleasure of it made her warm inside, even as heat raced through her and the friction inside her body began to build.
Asa looked down at her as she got to her tiptoes and thrust herself back at him harder and harder. Her tattoo seemed to glimmer against the sheen of sweat on her skin. Her hair slid over her shoulders and neck like a river of gold. With streams of pink, but that was all right too. More than all right. It was sexy.
Her freckles stood out on her shoulders so he bent to lick over them. Her sigh was one of pleasure, and he smiled against her flesh at the sound.
“So beautiful.”
PJ hummed.
Asa held off as long as he could. He didn’t want to leave her body, didn’t want to come and have it be over. But his dick didn’t give a shit about what his brain wanted. His dick knew it would come again.
“You’re even more beautiful when you come.” He reached around to her clit and squeezed it, this time with the intent of making her climax. “Ah, you don’t squeak when you want to come, do you?”
She made a frustrated little sound in the back of her throat, and he was glad she didn’t see the amused smile he wore. She had a temper – which he found irresistible – and she’d kick his butt if she thought he was making fun.
Instead though, he reveled in her. In how alive and vibrant she was. How unafraid she seemed of the thing happening between them. Hell, he was scared of it!
Her inner walls gripped him so tight he saw stars for a moment. “Mmm, your pussy just rippled all around my cock. So close, aren’t you?”
She gasped and buried her face in the mattress as she groaned with her orgasm. He didn’t have any time to tell her he wanted every sound she made when he was responsible for her pleasure. His own climax hit him so hard he had to lock his knees to keep from sagging to the floor.
He snarled and leaned down to take a bite just beneath her shoulder blade as he came so hard it felt like his entire life shot from his cock.
“Get in bed. I’ll be right back.” He got rid of the condom quickly, and when he came back into the bedroom she was looking at his books. He approached her and pulled her close, her back to his front.
“Now see? You could have been having this multiple times a week, every week,” she murmured.
He kissed her temple. “I know. But really, it was a terrible punishment not having you in my bed.”
“I do hope you’ve learned, young man.”
Grinning, he hugged her tight. “Come on. I’ll grab you a T-shirt and then we can crack open the champagne.”
Chapter Twelve
“You’re awfully chipper today.” Duke looked him up and down.
Asa poured himself another cup of coffee and brought it over to where he’d put his doughnut.
“I’m not chipper.”
“It’s a Saturday morning and you’re not glowering, hungover, or totally stoic. I mean, you warm up by one or so, but it’s ten. You’re here at ten on a weekend and you’re grinning at me like an idiot.”
Asa ate his doughnut before he answered. “It’s just a good day, that’s all.”
“Is that good day connected at all to the pretty blonde in one of our painting bays?”
“No more of that,” he said seriously. “Wait, so other people have seen this?” He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“It would serve you right if they had.”
He grinned at the answer. “It would. But luckily we don’t have to worry about it.”
“You’re very sure of yourself.”
“I’m totally sure of myself.” He got to his knees between her thighs. “Sometimes it takes me a while to get where I need to be. But once I’m there, I’m very sure about it.”
He gripped his cock at the base and teased along her pussy with the head and the beads on the barbell.
“Am I still supposed to say when I like something?”
“I think the squeak in your voice does a good job, but a man can’t complain when a beautiful woman tells him she likes what he’s doing to her.”
“I don’t squeak!”
Of course he then reached out and squeezed her clit between his slippery thumb and forefinger and made her do just that.
“Liar.”
“Well, you pinched my clit! Who doesn’t squeak then?”
“I wouldn’t know. Yours is the only clit I’m squeezing these days.”
She wanted to laugh, but then she just sort of sighed when he pushed inside a bit and then pulled back.
“First, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. Then we’ll relax a while and start round two.”
He rolled the condom on while she watched like a deviant, but it was so hot to see how carefully he pulled the latex around the piercing. Or maybe it was just the way he handled himself in general.
Either way, she liked to watch.
“Feet on the floor,” he ordered as he got out of bed.
Oh. Well, yes.
He stood behind her, caressing down her back and sides until she relaxed, and then he pushed into her in one long, hard thrust until they both grunted when he got all the way inside.
“Now then. Fuck me.”
PJ lazily turned her head enough to see him.
He gripped her hips and pulled her back so she got what he meant.
PJ braced her elbows and began to push herself back, fucking herself onto his cock. And then she pulled forward and pushed back again until she got a rhythm going and the pleasure of it made her warm inside, even as heat raced through her and the friction inside her body began to build.
Asa looked down at her as she got to her tiptoes and thrust herself back at him harder and harder. Her tattoo seemed to glimmer against the sheen of sweat on her skin. Her hair slid over her shoulders and neck like a river of gold. With streams of pink, but that was all right too. More than all right. It was sexy.
Her freckles stood out on her shoulders so he bent to lick over them. Her sigh was one of pleasure, and he smiled against her flesh at the sound.
“So beautiful.”
PJ hummed.
Asa held off as long as he could. He didn’t want to leave her body, didn’t want to come and have it be over. But his dick didn’t give a shit about what his brain wanted. His dick knew it would come again.
“You’re even more beautiful when you come.” He reached around to her clit and squeezed it, this time with the intent of making her climax. “Ah, you don’t squeak when you want to come, do you?”
She made a frustrated little sound in the back of her throat, and he was glad she didn’t see the amused smile he wore. She had a temper – which he found irresistible – and she’d kick his butt if she thought he was making fun.
Instead though, he reveled in her. In how alive and vibrant she was. How unafraid she seemed of the thing happening between them. Hell, he was scared of it!
Her inner walls gripped him so tight he saw stars for a moment. “Mmm, your pussy just rippled all around my cock. So close, aren’t you?”
She gasped and buried her face in the mattress as she groaned with her orgasm. He didn’t have any time to tell her he wanted every sound she made when he was responsible for her pleasure. His own climax hit him so hard he had to lock his knees to keep from sagging to the floor.
He snarled and leaned down to take a bite just beneath her shoulder blade as he came so hard it felt like his entire life shot from his cock.
“Get in bed. I’ll be right back.” He got rid of the condom quickly, and when he came back into the bedroom she was looking at his books. He approached her and pulled her close, her back to his front.
“Now see? You could have been having this multiple times a week, every week,” she murmured.
He kissed her temple. “I know. But really, it was a terrible punishment not having you in my bed.”
“I do hope you’ve learned, young man.”
Grinning, he hugged her tight. “Come on. I’ll grab you a T-shirt and then we can crack open the champagne.”
Chapter Twelve
“You’re awfully chipper today.” Duke looked him up and down.
Asa poured himself another cup of coffee and brought it over to where he’d put his doughnut.
“I’m not chipper.”
“It’s a Saturday morning and you’re not glowering, hungover, or totally stoic. I mean, you warm up by one or so, but it’s ten. You’re here at ten on a weekend and you’re grinning at me like an idiot.”
Asa ate his doughnut before he answered. “It’s just a good day, that’s all.”
“Is that good day connected at all to the pretty blonde in one of our painting bays?”
