Page 80 of Baxter's Right-Hand Man

I obeyed. “Like this?”

Pierce ran his hand reverently over each globe.

“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful. This ass,” he purred, smacking my right cheek when I started to turn. “Stay. Let me look at you.”

Pierce stepped behind me and pressed a single digit on my hole. He tapped the sensitive opening and squeezed my cheeks, pulling them apart. I felt his breath on my entrance, his beard against my ass, and then…his tongue in my hole.

Oh, my God.

I buried my face, closing my eyes as sensation thrummed through me. He had a thing for licking me open, tasting me like I was some kind of delicacy. I loved the tender juxtaposition of his scruff and his gentle touch. He flicked his tongue a few times and pushed inside.

“Pierce, I—”

He kept going…licking, sucking, driving me crazy. I grasped at the sheets, pulling one corner loose as I collapsed onto my stomach and rocked my hips. Yeah, I needed that friction now. I wedged my hand underneath and gripped my cock at the base. If I came on his mattress, I’d never forgive myself.

He smacked my ass. “Hands off, bad boy. That’s mine.”

A belt buckle clanked noisily followed by a zipper and the telltale sound of an uncapped lube bottle. I peeked over my shoulder just as he pushed a single lubed digit inside. And another.

Let me take a moment to point out how freaking hot he looked, half-undressed with his fly open and his cock primed and ready to go while he fingered my hole with the patience of a saint. Me? I was a mess. I writhed and rolled my hips as I flat-out begged for him to fill me, fuck me…give me what I needed.

“Now, now, now. Please.”

He released me. “Turn over. I want to see you.”

I obeyed, hiking my feet in the air as I reached for his cock and positioned the tip at my hole. Pierce inched out of my hold, bending to seal his lips over mine. I bit his lip and stuck my tongue down his throat in a combative kiss that drove the temperature up another ten degrees.

“Fuck me,” I panted.

He added more lube, hovering over me with his weight on his left hand, and tapped his dick at my entrance before pushing his way inside—inch by inch. The sting of pain gave way to a rush of pleasure more intense than anything I’d ever experienced with a lover.

We held eye contact, our lips barely touching. I felt his muscles shake and his heart thud in his chest and he lowered himself over me, his eyes glazed over in a blissed-out haze I knew mirrored my own. And then…he began to move.

We were in sync from the first stroke, meeting each other thrust for thrust, our mouths fused. I hiked my legs higher over his ass, digging my heels in as I arched my back. He was so deep and God, he was good at hitting that magical spot every single time.

“Touch yourself,” he growled.

His “not to be disobeyed” tone sent my synapses skittering. The subtle power exchange did something for me. I liked when he was bossy and in control, which was interesting ’cause I’d been told I was an expert at topping from the bottom. Not with Pierce. He didn’t ask in bed; he commanded—and I was completely and utterly under his spell.

I gripped my cock with my right hand and pulled his face close to mine. Sweat dripped over his brow, mingling with breathless kisses as he fucked me harder. I whispered “more” and he gave it to me, pumping his hips double time.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck. Yes.”

Our orgasms couldn’t have been better timed if we’d tried. Cum spurted between us, hitting my chest. Seconds later, I felt him shoot inside me. He roared like a wild animal, bucking furiously till he’d given me everything he had.

My limbs felt like soggy noodles, but my heart soared and raced. I was drunk on adrenaline and something stronger I couldn’t identify.

We cleaned up and fell into bed, wrapped around each other like pretzels.

Pierce massaged my hip and nuzzled closer just as I was about to drop off. “I know this is going to sound very fucking sappy, but…you make everything okay.”

My eyes welled on cue. I wanted to tell him it was the same for me. I wanted to tell him I was sure I never thought I’d feel this way for someone. Not after Tony. I didn’t want the heartache. The highs were so good, but the lows…I didn’t want to go through that again.

But Pierce could change my mind.

I wiggled closer to him, rubbing my nose along his ear. “So do you.”