Pieces Of Heaven: Pieces Of Heaven (Heaven & Hell Book 2)

by Natasha Madison

  I turn on the bedside lamp that casts a soft glow to the room. I decide to just get into bed naked and see what happens. Pulling the covers back, I slide in, anxious for what I hope is to come. Is it like riding a bike? Will I remember what to do? Will he fit? Will I gag on his cock?

  He steps into the room. And. Holy. Fuck. Me. A gush of wetness releases from my pussy with a throb. The sight of him in nothing but a white towel around his hips held in place with one hand is something to behold. Little droplets of water still run down his chest, and he looks like someone out of one of those fitness magazines. My mouth has now run dry, and I think if I try to say anything right now, it will sound weird, harsh, or I might just moan if I open my mouth at all.

  “Water pressure sucks!” he says right before he looks up and takes me in. I’m sitting up now, the sheet pooled in my lap as I gawk at him. He stares right at my naked breasts and mutters, “Jesus.” He drops his towel, giving me an unobstructed view of him. All. Of. Him.

  Is he even going to fit? Should I just call it quits now? “You’re pierced?” I point at him and can’t believe that the words actually came out of my mouth.

  “For your pleasure, baby,” he says as he fists his cock in lazy strokes up and down.

  Now it’s my turn for my mouth to water. “Will it fit?” I whisper my question softly.

  He smirks at me as he walks to the bed.

  “I think we should talk about this a little before actually doing anything. Mick?” I look at him. “It’s not going to fit. And I’m not even trying to stroke your ego a bit right now.”

  “I’m going to fit, baby, right down to my balls. I’m going to make it so good for you. I’m going to get you good and ready for me before I slide in.” He plants his knee on the bed, and it dips.

  “But, but,” I’m stuttering at the size of his cock, because it’s much bigger close up and naked and fully erect. His head is almost purple and angry looking, a bead of pre-cum filling the slit at the top. And those barbells running the length of him! My God! The girls at work always said fucking someone who was pierced was a whole different ball game. Being pierced myself, I didn’t really get what the big deal was, but I can see it now.

  “Lie back, Marissa, and spread your legs for me,” he says while whipping the cover off of me, leaving me naked and for all of him to see.

  He hooks his hands underneath my knees and drags me down to my back. I lean up on my elbows to watch him. He settles on his belly between my legs and looks up at me. “I could spend hours playing with this little ring, Marissa.” He moans softly as he flicks it with his tongue. “Fucking perfect,” he whispers while he opens up my pussy lips with his thumbs. “You’re all swollen and glistening, baby, almost ready for me.” Then his tongue darts into me.

  This time, he’s not fooling around. No longer teasing me, he starts working me over aggressively with his tongue, lips, and teeth. He runs his tongue from my opening to my clit, flattening it as he runs it up in one hot, wet swipe. He circles my clit, alternating with tugs of my piercing. Drawing it into his mouth, he slides one finger into me. I feel my walls squeeze him. “Fuck, so tight,” he says as he slides in another finger and bites down gently on my clit. My hips buck against his fingers and mouth, and the feeling makes my toes curl.

  “Oh my God,” I say when he starts to rub my G-spot with the pads of his fingers. Curling them up a bit to apply a little pressure, the stirrings of an orgasm begin in my belly. The tightness builds, and I open my legs wider for more. Wanting more. “Mick, wait...” I say, and he stops immediately, bringing his eyes to meet mine.

  “Did I hurt you?” His worried tone makes me smile.

  “Not at all. I just.” I look down, suddenly feeling a bit shy to tell him what I want.

  “Hey, eyes to me, Marissa, yeah?” he says, and I meet his gaze.

  “I, umm,” I stutter. “I want you in my mouth, too,” I tell him almost in a whisper.

  “Baby, you never have to be shy with me. Ever. You hear me?”

  I nod my head at him.

  He rolls to his back alongside me as I get up to my knees. I don’t even know how long it’s been since I’ve done this, but I know that I want to try. He guides me to straddle his face, and I feel a bit awkward at first. I take him in my hand, his girth so wide that my fingers don’t touch when they encircle him. I twist my hand as I stroke him from root to tip, eliciting a hiss out of Mick. Noticing the pre-cum gathering in his slit, I lean over to lick it up, circling the head with my tongue. Mick’s hands come to my hips as he pulls me down to his face. I feel his nose nudge my clit and then his tongue running the length of my slit. I double my efforts, taking him as deep as I can while stroking up from the base of his cock to meet my mouth. All the while, he licks my clit and alternating with nips to my lips, tugs on my piercing, and spearing his tongue into me. I’m practically smothering him with my pussy as I grind down on his tongue. The feeling of his barbells running over my lips each time I draw him in feels so good, I just know it’s going to feel even better when his cock is inside of me.

  I take my other hand to cup his balls, giving them a little tug then massaging them gently. I pick up the pace and suck harder on the head, giving a little squeeze to his cock on the upward strokes with my hand. My thighs start to tremble as my orgasm barrels down on me. He plucks me off him and plants me on my back. He moves off the bed, and I hear the rustle of clothes and the crinkle of a wrapper. I look up at him as he settles between my thighs on his knees and works the condom down his cock.

  “Fuck,” he says, looking at me as he settles between my thighs.

  “My pussy, my pleasure to give. From now on, you come on my fingers, on my tongue, on my cock,” he says as he thrusts into me. His cock hits that soft spot inside of me, and those barbells move against my walls in the best possible way. He snakes his hand between us, and his thumb flicks at my clit ring.

  I reach up and pull on my nipples, giving them a little twist, and I can feel my orgasm building.

  I know it’s coming, and I know it’s going to be huge. I feel my pussy start to tighten, as those telltale flutters start low in my belly. He finally pushes me over the edge, and my toes curl into the sheets. I come with a load groan, full of his cock, while he races to join me.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Mick

  The minute I came into the room and saw her sitting on her bed, the sheet covering her breasts, everything else around me stilled. She is so beautiful, but the look she gave me when I dropped my towel told me all I needed to know.

  Gone was the sheet, her mouth open. I knew I wanted to fuck her mouth more than I wanted to feast on her sweet pussy.

  Her tongue licking my cock head was the straw the broke the camel’s back. Holy shit, I wanted to fuck her face so hard, but I had to pace myself. The way her pussy sucked in my fingers I knew it would be a tight fit with my cock.

  “You ready for this?” I ask her, tearing open a condom wrapper and slowly adjusting it over my piercing before rolling it down to the base.

  She sits in the middle of the bed, her back to the headboard and hair in a braid. Feet on the bed while her knees are bent, and her pussy is open for me. Glistening. Clit diamond sparkling in the dim light.

  “Come here, Marissa.” I motion her with my finger. She gets on her knees and crawls to me, her tits hanging low, making me want to fuck her doggie. Next round. This round will be missionary.

  I’m standing at the end of the bed, and once she makes it to me, she gets straight on her knees. I lean down to kiss her lips softly, licking her bottom lip before going to her ear and licking the lobe. The motion sends goose bumps all over her. I use that second to slip my finger into her pussy lips, gathering the wetness and rubbing her clit with two fingers. “Love this clit ring.” My finger goes down, circling her opening before sliding in. “I want to fuck you with my tongue every day,” I tell her before taking her nipple in my mouth, biting it twice, then twirling my tongue around it. Her hips start moving
toward my finger, so I add another one, moving them in and out a touch faster while I feast on her other nipple. I rub her G-spot every time my fingers pull out, curling them a little.

  I know it’s the spot because she moans every single time I touch it. Her pussy starts to tremble, getting a touch tighter. I know she’s right there, so I take my fingers out, rubbing them on her nipple then licking her clean again while she tries to rub herself to orgasm.

  I look at her, her cheeks pink, her eyes dilated and eyelids hazy. Her pussy puffy and ready. “Lie back, baby.” I don’t have to ask her twice. She lies back, spreading her legs wide. I lean down, taking one more long lick before climbing on the bed, positioning myself between her legs. “Going to go slow for you, okay?” I tell her while I take my cock in my hand and rub it up and down her slit, getting her wetness on me.

  I do it again till I get to her clit and rub it with my cock head. She takes her hands and starts playing with her breasts, squeezing them. I finally bring my cock back to her entrance, placing it inside her. Going in just the tip, her tightness squeezes me. One slow push, just a touch more.

  Finally my head is inside her, coming in and out just till the head is in, slowly moving in her. She starts to become frantic because she is pulling her nipples and then rolling them.

  “So fucking perfect, my dirty, dirty girl.” I enter her a little more. I hiss through the tightness, my knees digging into the bed.

  I look down at us. Looking at her pussy taking my cock, at how we fucking fit. “Look at us,” I tell her, thrusting a touch more.

  She opens her eyes and looks down at us, watching me go in and out of her.

  “Like my cock was made for you,” I tell her, and then I push all the way in. I’m balls deep in her and I have to stop moving because her pussy is quivering, pulsing.

  She closes her eyes and moans out. Her feet move to my waist, her heels digging into my ass. “Fuck, Mick, move. Fuck. Move.” She groans, trying to get me to move.

  Sucking my thumb into my mouth, I make a pop sound, having her open her eyes, which are now looking at me. I take my thumb and press down on her clit the same time I come out and slam back in all the way to the end. “Fuck,” is the only thing I can say before I thrust in and out again. My balls slap her ass as I try to go as deep as I can.

  I close my eyes, taking in the feeling. Her wet pussy making me slide in and out is like touching fucking heaven. I know she is about to come because her heels dig deeper, her pussy starts to pulse, and her moans start to come out.

  “I’m going to come,” she says while she looks down at us, watches me pound into her, watches me come all the way out then disappear again inside of her.

  “Come on my cock, Marissa.” My thumb starts to move on her clit in circles. Her hips rise up off the bed. One thrust, two thrusts, fucking three, and she goes off like fucking fireworks. Her moaning drowns out mine. The minute she comes on me, I fucking let go. Her tight hot pussy takes everything that I have to give it. I continue fucking her, riding it out, waiting for her pussy to stop pulsing, waiting for her to let my cock go, but she doesn’t. Instead, she sets off on another orgasm.

  “I’m coming again. Holy fuck,” she hisses out while she raises her hips higher and higher.

  I don’t move. I make her fuck herself. Make her ride out her wave, and fuck, it’s the hottest fucking sight in the world.

  When she finally stops moving, I pull out of her, my cock still hard like it didn’t just come the hardest that it’s ever come in a pussy. “Be right back,” I tell her, right before I get to the washroom where I get rid of the condom and clean myself off, bringing back a wet cloth.

  She is in the exact position that I left her in, legs spread, pussy open. If I didn’t give a shit, I would put another condom on, flip her over, and fuck her really deep. But the soft snores stop me. I wipe her down, making sure to go softly as to not wake her.

  I throw the rag on the floor before I get into bed next to her, pulling the covers over us. She turns toward me, throwing her leg over my hips before throwing her arm over my chest, pinning me to the bed. I’ve never been one to cuddle after sex. Sometimes it’s fuck and run. Sometimes I’m just too smashed to leave, but now, fuck no

  I throw one arm over my head while I place my other hand on top of hers on my chest before I follow her into dreamland. I’ve never fallen asleep with a smile on my face, but I could get used to this. Totally get used to this.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Marissa

  I’m dreaming, or at least I think it’s a dream. I don’t open my eyes yet. I just bask in the heat of my cocoon. I’m wrapped up in his arms, my cheek resting on his chest. His heart beats a lullaby, prolonging my rest. When I finally open my eyes, his hard chest fills my vision. I try to stretch, but I’m immobile in his embrace. I arch my back a little and feel the soreness between my legs. A delicious soreness, proof of the passionate night we shared. Two months ago, I had never heard of Mick Moro. Now I can’t go a few hours without thinking about him.

  “I can practically hear the wheels in your head turning,” he says right as he drops a kiss on my head. “Morning.”

  I lean back to take him in. His hair is sticking up in places, his eyes soft with sleep. He is a fucking mesmerizing sight.

  “Morning to you.” I kiss his neck right near his Adam’s apple. With my body flush against his, I can feel his very hard cock pressing into me. “Good morning to him, too.” I smirk while he chuckles.

  “How sore are you this morning?”

  “It’s not like I was a virgin, Mick. I just haven’t had a human in there in a while,” I tell him with a giggle.

  “A human?” He pushes away slightly from me to see my face.

  “A vibrator, Mick. I have a vibrator, and that’s the only action I’ve seen.” I turn in the bed to reach into the bedside table to take out my pink vibrator with the rabbit ear clit stimulator. I turn it on to show Mick, who promptly plucks it from my hands and tosses it out the bedroom door. I watch it sail through the door, landing right in the middle of the living room with a big thump. I look at him incredulously. “You’re going to owe me a new vibrator if that one doesn’t work.”

  I barely get the words out before he’s on me. Using his knees to spread my legs, he settles between them. He pulls my hands over my head, pinning me down. “You need to come, baby, it’ll be me who gives that to you,” he says right before his head dips and takes my nipple deep into his hot mouth. Just like that, my sleepy body comes alive. I wrap my legs around him and grind my center along the ridge of his erection. “Fuck, she’s going to kill me.”

  I think he’s talking to himself, but I don’t get the chance to dwell on it when my attention is diverted by his mouth on my other breast. I want to reach down and twine my fingers into his hair to guide him to my pussy. A ride on his face sounds pretty much perfect right now. But he still holds my wrists, keeping me in place, while he plays with me.

  His mouth pulls, nips, licks, and sucks as he works me into a frenzy.

  “Oh, God,” I say, throwing my head back into the pillow, awash in the sensations he’s creating. I can feel the stirrings of an orgasm. I’m almost there when he just stops. My hands suddenly free. I open my eyes and see him reach over to grab a condom from the bedside table.

  “Don’t move your hands,” he tells me, but I can’t move anyway. I’m too entranced by watching him shield himself with the condom. He rolls it down his thick cock and, even having seen it already, it’s still a breathtaking sight.

  Once he is covered, he leans down and kisses me softly on my lips. “Guide me into you.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I move my one hand between us and line him up at my entrance. He pushes my knees back to my chest, tilting my ass up and then slides all the way into me in one slow and steady thrust.

  We both moan at the same time. My hands, moves back up in place above my head, tingle with the urge to touch him. But I don’t have a chance to because he distracts me by deepening t
he kiss and slamming into me. His mouth and his hips are in sync as he fucks me. His piercings glide so relentlessly over my sensitive spots, and I’ve never felt anything like this. The girls at the club were right. There is nothing like fucking a guy with piercings.

  He rotates his hips on an inward thrust, his pubic bone presses into my clit, and I see stars. My pussy starts to pulse, and I know I’m very close. “I’m going to come, babe,” he says, letting go of my mouth. My lids come down as my eyes roll back. He pounds into me so furiously, the headboard slaps against the wall. My back begins to bow, a deep moan escapes, and I fly over the edge. He pumps into me once, twice, three more times, and plants himself as he explodes inside of me.

  I take his weight for a moment and then he rolls us to the side, still deep in me.

  “Now that’s the way to start a day,” he says to me, trying to catch his breath.

  “You won’t hear me complain,” I tell him, placing a soft kiss on the underside of his chin before I slowly peel myself from him. “I need another shower.” I peek around him to look at the clock. “Jesus, it’s already eleven a.m. I’ve got to get myself up so I can get in and help Phyllis.” I make my way into the bathroom and take a look at myself in the mirror. Fucking hell, my braid is a frizzy tail hanging to one side of my head while the other side is plastered to my skull with the ends curling upward.

  I try to turn and lock the door, but his hand stops me. “Kinda late to be modest now, Marissa. I’ve spent most of the last eight hours either lying naked with you or in you.” He laughs while walking in and starting the shower.

  “What are you doing?” I cross my arms over my nipples, which started to peak as soon as I heard his voice.

  “I figure we can shower together. It’ll save time.” He smirks at me.

  “Okay, then what’s up with the condom?” I point to the unopened packet that he put down on the back of the toilet while he took care of the used one.