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“You want more?” His voice rumbles in my ear as he slides his hand down to cup my sex.
“Yes.”
He wraps one arm around my waist, pulling my body against him. Then he kicks my legs apart.
“Open for me.”
My cheeks flame, but the rest of me is burning so hot even the wetness between my thighs won’t be able to put out the fire. I part my legs, and he shoves my panties aside, stroking through my folds with a thick, firm finger. Then he rips my panties away.
My lungs seize. My heart skips a beat. Flashbacks slice through my arousal, and I gasp, my fingers digging into his arm, nails cutting his skin. “Oh God…I…”
He cuts me off with a kiss, this one hard and urgent, his hand cupping the back of my head, holding me still as he forces my lips apart. “That’s it. Use me,” he growls. “If something is scaring you, holding you back, give it to me. I want your pain, Sia.”
He does not lie. His cock, thick and hard as steel, presses against my abdomen, rigid beneath his jeans.
I tighten my grip on his arm, clawing his skin, imagining the memories are flowing through my fingertips and into him, where they are beaten away by the sheer force of his presence, solid and unyielding beneath me. My tension eases. I release him and gasp when I see blood on his skin.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “And you didn’t hurt me. The harder you hold, the more I get off.”
Ray glides his fingers through my folds and up to my throbbing nub. I know the exact moment he feels my piercing because he jerks his hand away.
“Surprise number two,” I say.
His sharp intake of breath, followed by an appreciative growl is all the reassurance I need, and I smile.
“Christ.” Crouching down, he stares at the little barbell piercing my clitoral hood. “You’ve pierced your clit too.”
“Just the hood. It’s a VGH piercing.”
He gently touches the top and bottom of the little barbell. My clit throbs in response and I moan.
“Does that feel good?”
“Oh, yes.”
He touches it again—strokes, wiggles, plays.
“Why did you do it?” He pushes himself to his feet, his brow creased.
“I…” How do I explain my rationale without explaining what happened to me? And after Peter’s brutal reaction, I am not telling him that story. I don’t want tears or sympathy. I don’t want to be treated like glass. And I don’t want my past to be baggage that will chase Ray away. I just want to be normal. “It makes me feel…sexy.”
Ray’s eyes blaze, his breathing raw and ragged. “You are sexy. Damn sexy. You don’t need anything to make you that way.” Bold now, he cups my sex, pressing his palm against my piercing. I suck in a sharp breath and rock my hips against him, need coiling tight in my core. “What’s it like?”
“Again…you’re the first, but don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.” He spins me around, one hand spanning my stomach while he pulls me back against him. “Arms up and around my neck. That work for you?”
“Yes.” I do as he asks, my body arching as I reach behind me, my breasts thrusting up and out for his tormenting pleasure.
“Very nice.” He cups my left breast, gently tugging my nipple ring as his fingers trace soft circles over my skin. “I don’t know what to play with first.”
Looking back over my shoulder, I brush my lips over his cheek. “Play with all of me.”
“Oh, I will.”
While he torments my nipple with one hand, he glides the other down my body, resting his fingers on my mound, just above my piercing. When I jerk my hips, trying to let him know I want more, he toys with the little barbell, stroking, pressing, wiggling, testing, driving my arousal up so fast, I am whimpering and rocking against his hand in minutes.
“You’re so fucking wet. Hot.”
His words fuel my fire and I moan. “You going to talk about it? Or are you going to do something about it?”
Ray chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” And then he thrusts one thick finger deep inside me.
“Oh God.” I breathe out my pleasure at the exquisite intrusion.
“Fuck you’re tight.” He groans and presses his finger deeper. “Been a while?”
“Kind of a personal question, don’t you think?”
He draws his finger out and then drives two fingers into my slit. “Ah, well then. Wouldn’t want to get personal while my fingers are in your pussy. Maybe I’ll take them out and we can talk.”
My sex tightens around him, and I moan when he strokes his fingers against my sensitive inner walls.
“Don’t want me to take them out? You want me to fuck you with these fingers? Make you scream?”
Fists clenched tight behind his neck, back arched, nipples rock hard, I grind against his thrusting fingers. “Yes. Please. Yes.”
“How long? Answer the question.”
Panting, my wetness dripping down my thighs, so aroused I can barely think, I moan my answer. “Over a year. Gave up because the guys I met didn’t do it for me.”
“Because you needed me,” he rasps, his cock pressed tight against my ass. “You needed a real man. A man who can drive you up and take you down until you are begging him to let you come. A man who can make you come with a flick of his fingers.”
“Like you.” I groan and rock my hips toward him. I’ve never needed to come so badly in my life.
“Yes.”
He wraps one arm around my waist, pulling my body against him. Then he kicks my legs apart.
“Open for me.”
My cheeks flame, but the rest of me is burning so hot even the wetness between my thighs won’t be able to put out the fire. I part my legs, and he shoves my panties aside, stroking through my folds with a thick, firm finger. Then he rips my panties away.
My lungs seize. My heart skips a beat. Flashbacks slice through my arousal, and I gasp, my fingers digging into his arm, nails cutting his skin. “Oh God…I…”
He cuts me off with a kiss, this one hard and urgent, his hand cupping the back of my head, holding me still as he forces my lips apart. “That’s it. Use me,” he growls. “If something is scaring you, holding you back, give it to me. I want your pain, Sia.”
He does not lie. His cock, thick and hard as steel, presses against my abdomen, rigid beneath his jeans.
I tighten my grip on his arm, clawing his skin, imagining the memories are flowing through my fingertips and into him, where they are beaten away by the sheer force of his presence, solid and unyielding beneath me. My tension eases. I release him and gasp when I see blood on his skin.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “And you didn’t hurt me. The harder you hold, the more I get off.”
Ray glides his fingers through my folds and up to my throbbing nub. I know the exact moment he feels my piercing because he jerks his hand away.
“Surprise number two,” I say.
His sharp intake of breath, followed by an appreciative growl is all the reassurance I need, and I smile.
“Christ.” Crouching down, he stares at the little barbell piercing my clitoral hood. “You’ve pierced your clit too.”
“Just the hood. It’s a VGH piercing.”
He gently touches the top and bottom of the little barbell. My clit throbs in response and I moan.
“Does that feel good?”
“Oh, yes.”
He touches it again—strokes, wiggles, plays.
“Why did you do it?” He pushes himself to his feet, his brow creased.
“I…” How do I explain my rationale without explaining what happened to me? And after Peter’s brutal reaction, I am not telling him that story. I don’t want tears or sympathy. I don’t want to be treated like glass. And I don’t want my past to be baggage that will chase Ray away. I just want to be normal. “It makes me feel…sexy.”
Ray’s eyes blaze, his breathing raw and ragged. “You are sexy. Damn sexy. You don’t need anything to make you that way.” Bold now, he cups my sex, pressing his palm against my piercing. I suck in a sharp breath and rock my hips against him, need coiling tight in my core. “What’s it like?”
“Again…you’re the first, but don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.” He spins me around, one hand spanning my stomach while he pulls me back against him. “Arms up and around my neck. That work for you?”
“Yes.” I do as he asks, my body arching as I reach behind me, my breasts thrusting up and out for his tormenting pleasure.
“Very nice.” He cups my left breast, gently tugging my nipple ring as his fingers trace soft circles over my skin. “I don’t know what to play with first.”
Looking back over my shoulder, I brush my lips over his cheek. “Play with all of me.”
“Oh, I will.”
While he torments my nipple with one hand, he glides the other down my body, resting his fingers on my mound, just above my piercing. When I jerk my hips, trying to let him know I want more, he toys with the little barbell, stroking, pressing, wiggling, testing, driving my arousal up so fast, I am whimpering and rocking against his hand in minutes.
“You’re so fucking wet. Hot.”
His words fuel my fire and I moan. “You going to talk about it? Or are you going to do something about it?”
Ray chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” And then he thrusts one thick finger deep inside me.
“Oh God.” I breathe out my pleasure at the exquisite intrusion.
“Fuck you’re tight.” He groans and presses his finger deeper. “Been a while?”
“Kind of a personal question, don’t you think?”
He draws his finger out and then drives two fingers into my slit. “Ah, well then. Wouldn’t want to get personal while my fingers are in your pussy. Maybe I’ll take them out and we can talk.”
My sex tightens around him, and I moan when he strokes his fingers against my sensitive inner walls.
“Don’t want me to take them out? You want me to fuck you with these fingers? Make you scream?”
Fists clenched tight behind his neck, back arched, nipples rock hard, I grind against his thrusting fingers. “Yes. Please. Yes.”
“How long? Answer the question.”
Panting, my wetness dripping down my thighs, so aroused I can barely think, I moan my answer. “Over a year. Gave up because the guys I met didn’t do it for me.”
“Because you needed me,” he rasps, his cock pressed tight against my ass. “You needed a real man. A man who can drive you up and take you down until you are begging him to let you come. A man who can make you come with a flick of his fingers.”
“Like you.” I groan and rock my hips toward him. I’ve never needed to come so badly in my life.
