Page 85 of Pucking Around

I gasp as the cami slips down around my hips. Then his hands are cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples tight until I cry out, breaking our kiss. I love mixing pain with my pleasure. It keeps my nerves firing faster and my core coiling tighter. I’m on fire, body humming with need.

Reaching for the hem of his shirt with both hands, I give it a tug. “Take it off.”

He breaks our kiss with a grunt, pulling his shirt off one-handed. Tossing it aside, he ducks down, his hot mouth closing around my peaked nipple. He flicks and sucks, driving me straight to that edge.

I smooth my hands over his shoulders. His muscles are lean and hard over his broad frame. I can practically feel the lingering warmth of the sun on his tanned skin. I dig my fingers into his surfer boy hair and rake his nape with my nails until he groans.

“Fuck,” he pants against my flushed skin.

He drops a hand back between my legs and I open for him, not caring that the stove is digging into my ass. He works my clit with his thumb, two fingers buried in my wet center. Then he pops off my breast with a sucking sound, righting himself to hold my gaze. His other hand cups my cheek, holding me still, watching my expression change as he finger fucks me.

I’m falling to pieces in his arms, knees trembling. “Baby, I’m so close,” I pant, feeling desperate and weak.

He smiles, his dark eyes flashing. “I’ve thought of this moment since I first saw you. Thought of the sounds you’d make for me, how you’d taste on my tongue.” His hand softens, smoothing down the column of my neck.

I arch into his touch, panting through parted lips, as I feel my release coil tighter. “Please—”

“You swept into my life like a swirling storm of chaos. You’ve shattered everything. I’m in fucking free fall. No parachute. No one to catch me.”

I cup his face with both hands, my body aching with need. “Cay…look at me, baby.”

His obsidian gaze locks on me, shattering my last shred of control.

“I’ll catch you,” I say on a breath. “Let me catch you. Fall into me. Never stop—”

And then we’re kissing again, both our hands dropping to the front of his pants. We fight for the button, jerking it open. He tugs his tattered jeans off his hips to the floor.

I slip my hand inside his boxer briefs, wrapping my fist around his hard cock. He’s long and lean, with less girth than Jake, but fuck if those piercings don’t already have me salivating. His tip leaks, the wetness slicking the palm of my hand. I can’t help the eager sound that escapes my lips as I tease his lips, our tongues tangling.

“Fuck—stop,” he growls.

Chest heaving, I watch him tug his briefs down his thighs freeing his cock. I’m literally desperate to come, but now I don’t want to until he’s inside me.

He pinches his tip, staving off his own release, as he buries his free hand back in my wet hair. “Tell me what you want,” he says, nipping my chin.

“I want you to fuck me,” I reply, holding tight to his hips. “Cay, make me yours. Please, baby—ah—” I gasp as his free hand circles my neck.

“I’m not your baby,” he growls, squeezing my throat. “You’re my twisted fucking Hurricane. Chaos in a brunette bottle. Who am I? Who waits for you in the dark?”

I wince, even as I smile. The monster in him is finally coming out to play. I swallow against his hand, loving that exquisite tightness of breath. Meanwhile, my pussy is desperate for some more attention.

“Please, daddy,” I whimper, loving the way his eyes flash with hunger and triumph. Oh yeah, Cay screams daddy dom kink. My control freak. Mr. Fixes Everything. “I need you. Fuck me so good. Own this pussy before I scream—”

I shriek as he grabs me, hoisting me up his body as he turns. He shuffles forward two steps and sets me down roughly on the edge of the only part of the counter free of overhead cabinets—my little breakfast bar. I gasp, hands falling back to catch myself. My elbow hits the big glass bowl of seashells, sending it teetering over the edge. It shatters on the floor, seashells spilling everywhere, as Caleb parts my legs, notches the tip of his cock at my entrance, and drives into the hilt with a single thrust.

I scream, body convulsing with a spasm as I instantly shatter. My pussy clenches down on his cock and then he’s moving, pounding into me. “Oh—god—”

I feel all four of Caleb’s piercings like the world’s most luxurious ribbed condom. I swear, my soul has to be floating somewhere above my body. Having a pierced dick isn’t enough to accomplish what Caleb is currently doing to me. This man is fucking me with everything he’s got. The ribbed sensation is just a delightfully kinky bonus to what would be some otherwise mind-blowing sex.

“Oh myfuckinggod,” I cry out, holding on to whatever piece of him I can reach. I can’t even think because he’s holding my hips tight enough to bruise as he absolutely destroys my greedy pussy, slamming into the hilt again and again until I feel another wave of release hit me, cresting off the first that never really stopped.

“God—you feel amazing,” he groans. “So wet and tight. Gonna fuck this pussy every damn day.”

“Yes—”

“Gonna own you, sweet girl. Bend you over and spear you on my cock. Jake’s cock too. You’ll take us both together. In this pussy, in your ass. You’ll be begging us to stop even as you scream for more.”

“Do it,” I plead, my body trembling from the aftershock of my double orgasm—and he’s not done.