Page 50 of Hell of a Mess

Slowly, I rolled onto my back, and my gaze went directly to his hand, wrapped around his very large, hard, and…pierced penis.

He had a piercing? Oh my God. You could get one of those there?

“That’s it. Now open your top like a good girl for me.”

The wordsgood girlsent the thrill through me, and I stared up at him. His half-lidded eyes met mine. My fingers went to the first button on my top, and I began to undo it. He dropped his gaze to watch me, and his nostrils flared.

Maybe I had fallen asleep. This wasn’t the kind of dream I had imagined, but it would do. Maybe next time, we’d have sex.

“That’s it, baby,” he prodded. “Get it open for me.”

I continued to undo it, moving to the next one, and fought between watching his face as he pleasured himself and the actual act itself. I’d never seen a man’s penis in person, and I was getting to see a pierced one. I’d not thought they were that big though.

When the last button was undone, my shirt slid open, and he groaned.

“Fuuuuck, those are pretty.”

No one had ever looked at them before. Sure, the doctor examined them at my yearly checkup, but he always did so without looking at them. The bruising on my ribs was covered up by the wrap around me, and I was thankful it hadn’t spread to my breasts.

“Play with them for me,” he urged.

My eyes flew back up to his. What? Did he mean play with my boobs?

“Touch ’em. Pinch those hard little nipples,” he panted while staring hungrily at my chest.

I reached up and cupped the underside of one.

“Bounce ’em.”

Okay…I wasn’t sure how to do that with one hand. Sliding my arm under them I did my best.

“Goddamn, I want to suck on ‘em,” he growled.

Yes. Yes. I wanted that too.

I started to sit up so that he could, and his free hand grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down.

“Don’t,” he said through his teeth. “I can’t. This is all I can do. Just play with them for me. I’m already close.”

I moved my hand back to my breasts. His heavy breathing made me squirm, and I needed some friction between my legs.

“Is your pussy wet?” he asked, shocking me yet again with his words.

I nodded.

“Play with it. But don’t…” He paused. “Don’t pull your shorts down. I can’t see it.”

I’d gotten myself off before. Reading a hot scene in a book or seeing one on TV had excited me until I needed relief. But the idea of him watching felt…naughty.

He licked his bottom lip. “Stick your hand in your panties and fuck that needy cunt, sugar,” he said as he panted.

Because he wanted me to, I did. He stopped his own hand as he watched mine slip down the front of my shorts. When my finger slid over my swollen clit, I let out a cry. His hand began moving again, and his eyes turned darker. I was sure I’d never seen anything as beautiful as Luther in this moment.

“I bet it tastes like ripe berries. Sweet.” He groaned again. “Spread your thighs open.”

I let my legs fall and continued to slip a finger through my folds.

“Now fuck it good. I want to smell your cum on those dainty fingers.”