Page 26 of Dusty and Dented (Fallen Angels MC #2)

A s soon as his hands covered her breasts, organized thoughts fled Andy’s mind. All the want, the need, the ache to be touched pushed to the forefront and took over what little thinking capacity she had left.

With Dagger’s hands on her, she was need and want and desire and little more.

Heat pooled low in her belly then spread through her entire body, making her movements slow but sensual.

She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, until her hands met where her legs supported her on either side of his hips.

His touch turned from gentle to more possessive, making Andy’s head swim.

She’d had men touch her before—hell, Tony had done a hell of a lot more than this, and while it had been good, at least at first, she’d never had anything feel as good as Dagger’s hands and mouth on her body.

She tugged at his shirt, wanting it off so she could feel him skin to skin with her. She needed to put her hands on him, to feel every sensation as she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to talk him into this again. She was going to enjoy every moment while she had it.

The thick ridge of his erection pressed into her core, reminding her that while he still had all his clothes on, there were things she could do to encourage him, to convince him that the clothing needed to come off.

She pulled at his clothes, then at her own. It didn’t matter where it went, as long as she got to feel him against her. Dagger’s hands on her. She ached to feel him fill her, to give her something more to feel than the pain that had filled her for days.

When Dagger rolled them so he was on top, and she lay staring up at him, she was pulled back into her head enough to watch him pull the t-shirt off over his head, revealing the broad chest she’d admired earlier when he’d come out of the shower in only a towel.

She hadn’t been close enough before, but now she ran her hands up his chest, smiling at the way the coarse hair scattered across his torso tickled her fingers.

He stared down at her, meeting her gaze for a moment.

He stared back at her, searching for something in her eyes.

After what seemed like an eon but was likely no more than ten or fifteen seconds, he seemed to see what he was after and moved away, his gaze still on her face as his hands went to his belt.

Andy fought the urge to look down—to watch his hands as he opened his jeans and revealed himself to he—and lost. She wanted to see his face but the temptation of watching him strip was more enticing.

He didn’t seem to care she was watching, but maybe he slowed his movements as he rolled the thick denim down his hips.

Just as his cock was about to be revealed, he bent, once more hiding himself from her view.

She wondered for a moment if he’d done it on purpose, then he looked up and the glint in his eye told her he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You can say no or stop this at any time, just remember that,” Dagger said, meeting her gaze. He continued to pull his jeans off his legs but didn’t straighten. “Do you understand?”

“I do. I can stop this any time.”

That seemed to satisfy him and he straightened.

Andy’s eyes went wide. Her mouth went dry. She wasn’t a virgin, not in a long time, but this wasn’t something she’d ever thought much about, much less had ever seen.

“Will they fit? Will they hurt?”

“Yes, it will fit. You’ll feel them but it won’t hurt. I promise.”

She found herself staring at his erect cock, which was as long as any she’d ever seen, though not quite as wide as Tony had been. Still, it was what looked like several steel barbells running up the underside that made her wonder.

“That had have hurt to have done.” She swallowed then licked her lips. What would he taste like?

“It did.” Dagger stood beside the bed, as if he was waiting on something. Was it her?

She leaned up, then sat. Unable to resist temptation, she crawled closer then reached for him. She wanted to see how they felt. Realizing he might not want her playing with him like that, she stopped before her hand made contact and looked up at him.

“Can I?”

“Have fun.” One corner of his mouth quirked as if he was fighting a smile.

“I won’t hurt you?” She glanced down at him then back up to his face.

Dagger shook his head slowly. “You won’t hurt me, Sparky. They’re long since healed. Unless you jerk one of them out, you’re not going to hurt me.” He took her hand where it still hovered in the air next to him, and guided her hand to cover him, to slowly slide up and down his length.

Andy loved the feeling of velvet covered steel. The contrast of some of the softest skin she’d ever felt over the hardness of his cock. The bits of metal only added to the contrast. The heat that had been pooling in her belly spread through her entire body, filling her with need.

She leaned forward, her gaze never leaving the rod in her hand as she opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his penis.

“Oh, god.” Dagger’s fingers combed through her hair to cup the back of her head.

He didn’t push her into him, he didn’t use his hand in her hair to try to control her.

Andy smiled and pressed her mouth down over him.

When she encountered the first bar, she opened wider so it could slide in, then circled the top of her tongue around the piercing.

A low groan came from Dagger’s chest as his fingers tightened in her hair.

“We can do more of this later, Sparky. I want to taste you.”

Andy pulled back from him and looked up along his torso until she could see his face. And the eager, almost predatory look he wore.

“Who am I to stop you?” She moved back on the bed. “Where do you want me?”

“Right there is good, at least for now.” He went to his knees beside the bed, hooked his arms under her knees and tugged her across the bed until she lay with her legs hanging off the side of the bed on either side of his body.

He looked up at her. “These are going to be in the way.” He tugged at the waist of her shorts.

“Then maybe you should take them off.” She wiggled her hips, trying to entice him into getting things moving again.

Dagger eased the stretchy waistband over her hips as she lifted them, trying to make it easier, then watched as he slid them down past her knees and off, then tossed them aside.

“You’re smooth.” He smoothed a thumb over the top of her mound, then eased her knees apart.

“I wax.” She didn’t say that it was one of the few things that Tony had demanded that she’d actually liked and had continued after she’d come back to Craven’s Creek.

“I like it.” He kissed the inside of her knee, then worked his way up her legs, alternating from one to the other as he licked and nipped his way to the apex of her thighs.

Andy reveled in every touch, every caress.

She reached out and snagged a pillow, wadding it up under her head so she could watch him as he reached the center of her body.

He looked up her body, meeting her gaze for a moment as he blew cool air across her.

A shiver went up her spine, and a knowing look came across Dagger’s face a moment before he lowered his face to kiss her mound.

He started with a gentle kiss just above her slit, then he licked and sucked, nipped and bit at her most sensitive parts until she lay with her hands fisted in the blanket beneath her as she fought to keep still so Dagger wouldn’t stop, so he would keep going just a little longer. Just a little more.

Dagger’s tongue teased and tormented her. She was close.

“So close.” She fought the urge to roll her hips, to get closer so he would hit the right spot. The pressure built until she began to fear it would never burst over her. The pressure grew and grew, but something wasn’t right. She needed something more. She didn’t know what, but she needed more.

His mouth closed over her clit, and she felt fingers press into her.

The combination of the suction on her clit, the fullness of his fingers inside her and the way he flicked those fingers back and forth over a bundle of nerves somewhere inside her did what nothing else could tonight.

That heavy pressure that had spent so long building inside her burst. Her toes curled, the world went white, her body tensed, and pleasure burst through her.

Andy tried to say something, but instead began to pull him up her body because as good as this felt, she knew there was more.

She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel his piercings slide against the sensitive tissue inside her pussy.

His erection lined up with her opening and he pushed.

Andy’s back bowed and her entire body seemed to contract. She pulled at him. She needed more. More.

“More. Deeper. Fuck me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

That bit got lost for a minute, it seemed to bounce around in her head before registering what he meant.

“Feels good.” She had a hard time making her brain form the words.

“Need. You. Inside. Me.” Each word came out separately, on its own breath as Andy struggled to make her brain function enough to tell him what he needed to know.

She was barely aware of what was going on but when she realized he was unrolling a condom down his length, she couldn’t help but be grateful he was thinking better than she was.

Dagger took her at her word because he went from gently rocking back and forth, gaining a fraction of an inch with each push, to hands on her hips gripping her hard as he shoved hard, sinking deep into her pussy in that one thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her hands clenched around his wrists as pleasure washed through her once more.