“Oh fuck, Pike. Yes, I’m coming,” she screams, her body convulsing. Her hand digs into my hair as I suck her nipple all the way into my mouth.
When her hips slow down and her body relaxes, I turn off the wand and set it on her nightstand. Releasing her nipple, I drag my mouth to her ear and say, “I have to go.” Then I swipe two fingers over her clit, lift up so she can see me, and suck my fingers into my mouth.
Her eyes go dark and she reaches for me, cupping my cock.
“Put this in my mouth,” she says.
And, fuck, I want to. I want to choke her with my goddamn cock, but not yet. I have to get her to cross over to not just doing this because she’s horny, but because she wants me. Because she wants to be married to me. I’m still surprised by Cora. I knew she was sexy, that she was passionate, but I hadn’t realized how much she’d turn me on. I’ve had a few girlfriends over the years. One at uni that, for a while, I wondered if we’d become more. But she wanted different things. Not me. Even though I initially ignored Cora, I did wonder . . . what if. And now, knowing how fucking passionate she is, I’m wondering if she’ll ever just . . . want me. But for the sake of keeping my pa off my fucking back . . .
“You know what to do in order to earn my cock.”
I back away, hard as goddamn stone, and head toward the hallway to pick up my backpack and helmet.
“Pike,” she calls out in distress.
I glance over my shoulder. “Hmm?”
“No more,” she says. “No more making me come.”
“You’re the one begging for it, babe. Not me.”
Standing up, she walks toward me and lifts her short top up and over her head, revealing those perfect breasts to me. “I don’t beg for it.”
I reach up and play with one of her tits. “Then what do you call this?”
“Getting comfortable in my own apartment.”
I drop my helmet, spin her around, and push her up against the wall. She gasps as I lift her up and fit her carefully against my cock.
My fucking aching cock.
She smiles and I shake my head.
“You don’t want to come anymore? Then feel me come instead.” I reach down to my pants and undo my jeans, leaving my cock in my briefs. I push up against her core and pulse fast and hard against her while keeping her pinned to the wall. “You don’t want this?” I push hard and she gasps. “You don’t want this cock inside of you?”
“Oh God,” she grinds out.
“Because my cock wants your pussy. It wants to feel how tight it is. It wants to feel my piercings rubbing against your sensitive skin. And I want to feel you come around my cock, squeezing it so goddamn tight”—I thrust into her—“that you make me black out.”
I thrust again and my legs start to give out as pleasure rips up the back of them.
“Fuck, I want your pussy. That sweet cunt, sensitive and sexy. Give it to me, Coraline. Give me that goddamn pussy.” I thrust once more and then we’re both panting and calling out each other’s names as we come together.
After a few more thrusts, I rest my head against her shoulder and take a deep breath.
Jesus Christ, that wasn’t part of the plan. But seeing her naked tits, watching her sashay toward me did me in.
I slowly lower her to the ground and press a gentle kiss to her forehead as she catches her breath.
When I pull away, I lift her chin and say, “I’m going to own that pussy of yours, and when I do, there will be no going back for you.”
I press one more kiss to her forehead and then go change my goddamn underwear.
Pike: I can’t stop making her come. I’ve lost all track of what I’m supposed to be doing.
Killian: Uh . . . what? She’s letting you touch her?
Pike: Technically, I haven’t touched her yet. I’ve only used a vibrator, and I dry-humped her against a wall this morning. Dude, I’m out of control. Five orgasms in the last twenty-four hours.
Killian: Jesus Christ, dude. That’s one hell of a libido she has.
Pike: Tell me about it. Fuck. I’m so screwed, because I want more.
Killian: Wait, isn’t that a good thing?
Pike: Not when she’s still trying to get rid of me. She’s still in denial and she’s stubborn. I’m not sure a few great orgasms are going to change her mind. And I can feel her planning something. She lets me get her off, but she’s still very guarded.
Killian: Then you need to find a way to get inside her heart. You need to find out what matters to her and then figure out how you can show her you care about it too. You have her, man, you’re so close.