Pierce Me: Satisfied by the Bad Boy

by Simone Sowood

  His kisses move lower, and he sucks my thighs. Gabe grunts when he tastes the wet on my legs. His breathing is heavy and the warm exhales from his nose coat my skin in tingles.

  He licks up the inside of my left thigh, his stubble rough on my soft skin. His tongue cleans the wet from my thigh. When he reaches the top of my leg, he runs his tongue over my lips and I think I actually might die right there on the table.

  The sensation is almost too intense to bear.

  My mind wanders ahead, to me on my back in my bed and him moving on top of me. Gabe dips his tongue into my entrance and I snap back to the present.

  Good fucking God I want more.

  I spread my legs wider and tilt my ass higher, trying to give him better access from his position.

  Gabe smacks it with his free hand, and grips it hard. I know I’ll have a handprint there tomorrow, along with the bite marks. And I don’t even care. I don’t even care that we’re not in a private home, the only type of place I’ve ever done anything like this. Or that I’m letting someone I’m not in a relationship with do this to me. All I care about is the way he’s making me feel.

  He still hasn’t stopped rolling his fingers when his tongue dips into me again. He takes it out, and licks around my entrance. His circles grow bigger, and before I know what’s happened, he licks my asshole.

  I gasp and flinch, my eyes shoot open. But the hand on my ass holds me steady. He grunts, and licks it again, prodding it harder this time.

  He pinches the fingers holding my clit extra hard, and the sudden tension his tongue created leaves my body. But he leaves his tongue where it is, dancing over my surprisingly sensitive asshole.

  Gabe lets go of my ass cheek, and drives his finger into my slick entrance. He keeps it shallow, and adds a second finger. He prods them against my sensitive front wall, while the fingers of his other hand roll on my clit and his tongue licks my asshole.

  My body screams from head to toe.

  I can’t hear or think about anything other than the way Gabe’s making my body feel.

  Every muscle I have tenses and coils like a spring.

  And then it happens.

  For the first time ever.

  Release hits me with the force of a ten-ton atomic bomb, and a tidal wave rockets out in all directions, with my pussy as the epicenter.

  My walls clamp tight on Gabe’s fingers. Every muscle I have pulsates. And, just like in my books, wave after wave washes over me.

  In pure, primal reflex, I scream at the top of my lungs.

  “What the fuck are you two doing?” a man’s voice roars.

  My eyes fly open. The bartender is standing red-faced at the opening to the pool table area.

  “Get the fuck out of my bar now!”

  The waves are still washing over me, and I find it impossible to move or care.

  Gabe takes his hands away and stands. He pulls me away from the table.

  “Easy, buddy, we’re just having some fun on a first date.”

  “Well first date your ass the hell out of my bar before I make you steam clean the felt.”

  My legs are useless pieces of spaghetti. Gabe half carries me away from the pool table.

  “The floor’s messier than the table,” Gabe says as we push pass the bartender.

  He bundles me out of the bar and through the parking lot. Opening the door of his truck, he lifts me into the passenger seat.

  “I need my dick in you, now. I’ve never needed my dick to be anywhere so bad in my life.”

  “My apartment?”

  “Hell no, that’s too far. I can’t wait that long.”

  Gabe shuts my door, and gets in the driver seat. He turns on the engine and pulls out of the parking lot.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.” He pounds the steering wheel with the heel of his hand. “I’m so fucking pissed off.”

  “Why?” I ask, assuming it’s not at me.

  “Because that asswipe interrupted your first climax.”

  “I can’t believe you were actually able to do what you said you could.” Or that he did that where he did.

  He looks at me and grins from ear to ear. “You doubted me?”

  My body is still a tingling mess, and remnants of waves still push through my body. I feel euphoric.

  “Anyway,” he says, “I’m gonna make you feel that way again without the interruption.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes, now.”

  “I don’t see how you can.” Maybe in a week or so, not now.

  “Easy. With my big fucking cock. Trust me, Jewel, that was just a little something to whet your appetite.”

  Gabe

  My heart slows, it was hammering against my ribs in rage at that stupid fucking bartender barging in on us like that. At least now I’m back on plan. I want to take my time with Eloise.

  I ease the truck out of the parking lot and head to nearby Genesee Valley Park, my planned destination all along.

  With my right hand, I feel for the folded comforter I crammed between the seats earlier. Satisfied it’s still there, I reach across and rest my hand on Eloise’s thigh. Sometimes I really hate bucket seats.

  “Are you doing okay?” I ask.

  It’s a big moment for her, I could tell by the way she screamed.

  “We left my panties in the bar,” she says, and giggles.

  “That’s okay, you don’t need them. But you seem to be leaving your panties in a lot of places these days.” She laughs.

  I pull the truck into the park and into a secluded spot I know.

  “Here?” she asks, her eyes wide.

  “I had this plan of telling you to look at the stars instead of worrying about leak marks in my ceiling, but I don’t think it matters now.” Not now that I know my touch was enough to make Eloise forget everything.

  She exhales hard, in a half laugh. “I can’t believe you did that.”

  I don’t know if she’s talking about the orgasm or it being in a bar, or maybe even me licking her ass. I bet no one’s ever gone near there before. All I know is the way her body responded to my touch.

  Desperate for more of her, I cut the engine and grab the condoms and comforter. I hop out into the quiet of the park, crickets the only sound. I’m around to her side in a flash.

  “Are you sure it’s okay here?” she says, as I open her door.

  Dropping the comforter at my feet, I yank her out of her seat and into my arms. The feel of her body against mine sends a shudder up my back.

  Eloise shifts her eyes around, obviously unsure of the idea of doing this here in the park. I clamp my mouth on hers to convince her.

  She whimpers and relaxes into my kiss. I run my hands over her curves. I love knowing she has no panties on, and I lift her skirt and rub her luscious ass.

  I untie the halter part of Eloise’s dress. With my lips still on hers, I hunch my back, creating space between us to let the front of the dress slip down. Her bra is strapless and silky, and I can’t resist running my hands over the sleek fabric. If I wasn’t such a hurry to get her clothes off, I’d stand back and stare at her a while.

  Undoing the clasps, I pull the bra away and drop it at our feet. I break the kiss to look at her tits.

  Even in the dim light of the moon and stars, I can see they’re perfect. A handful, exactly what I like best. Her nipples are hard, and I can’t resist brushing my fingers over them.

  I shift my eyes to her face. Eloise is studying me, my face, my arms, my body. My eyes catch hers, and she bites her bottom lip.

  Cupping the back of her head, I press my lips against hers in a soft kiss. She grips my biceps, sending a jolt through me.

  As fast as I can, I step back and pull my T-shirt over my head. Even in the darkness, I don’t miss the fact that Eloise closes her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief.

  “Everything good?” I ask.

  “You’re like a freaking statue carved out of marble. Can I touch you?” She reaches her h
ands out, hovering them over my pecs.

  I chuckle. “This isn’t a physiotherapy session, you don’t have to ask to touch me.”

  She smiles, and even though it’s dark, I’m sure she’s turned red. Our eyes connect, and I stroke her cheek with the backs of my fingers.

  Eloise takes a deep breath and brings her fingers to my pecs. There’s a slight tremble in them. I stand perfectly still as she moves them over my pecs and down to my abs.

  Her fingers trace the ridges of my muscles. My dick gets harder and harder from the feel of her delicate fingers. I need to undo my jeans and free it, but leave it in its agony because I don’t want to interrupt her touch.

  She slides her hands back up to my pecs. Her fingers move near my nipples, and she stops.

  “Can I touch them?” she asks, her voice quiet and breathy.

  “You can touch me any way you damn well please.”

  To my surprise, she lunges her face at my chest. Her tongue connects with my nipple piercing, flicking them, first one side than the other.

  “Fuck,” I moan.

  My back contracts in a massive shudder, and my dick grows so hard that I have to reach down and undo my jeans.

  Her right hand immediately slides down my abs and finds the waistband of my underwear. She tickles the tip of my cock, causing me to throw back my head.

  I’d expected to do things to her to make her come. I hadn’t anticipated her touching me like this.

  Eloise licks down the line of the center of my muscles, over my belly button and down to my waistband, dropping to her knees in the process.

  She grabs hold of my jeans and underwear at my hips and pulls. My cock springs free, nearly hitting her in the face. She gets my jeans to my knees before giving up and grabbing onto my dick with both hands.

  Holding it steady, she moves one hand to my balls and licks up my shaft. Her mouth opens wide and clamps over the head of my cock, her mouth soft, warm and wet.

  Heat races through my veins, and I fall back against the open truck door.

  She swirls her tongue around my head as she sucks, and my body feels like it might combust.

  I may have made her feel the best she’s ever felt in the bar, but she’s doing the same to me here, now.

  Letting the truck door take all my weight, I close my eyes and enjoy what she’s doing to me.

  My balls draw up to my body. I grip her head and pull her off me.

  “Careful,” I say. “I need to be inside you.”

  After kicking my jeans the rest of the way off, I snap open the comforter. It’s close to the truck, but whatever.

  Eloise takes her dress all the way off and stands completely naked in front of me. I curse myself for my idea of outdoor sex, and wish we were somewhere with lights so I could see her clearly.

  I place my hands on her waist and draw her into me. Our naked bodies press together, fire burning where they touch.

  Sliding my hand up her back, I lace my fingers into her hair and tilt her head back. My mouth crushes against hers like I haven’t eaten in years. She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

  I scoop her up, and she gasps as I lay her on the comforter.

  Kneeling, I take my time kissing and stroking her body from her toes up. When I get near the top of her thighs, Eloise spreads her legs but I ignore the temptation and continue up the soft curves of her body.

  When I reach her head, I position myself over her. I prop myself on my elbows, and nestle between her legs.

  I can’t resist grinding my cock against her wet lips.

  “Gabe,” she whispers, “This doesn’t feel right.”

  Her words punch me in the gut.

  Gabe

  I choke back the bile in my throat. Everything was going so perfectly. Better than perfect.

  Smoothing back the hair from her forehead, I say, “What’s wrong, baby? What doesn’t feel right?”

  “I don’t know what it is. Something feels weird.”

  “Weird as in bad?”

  “No, I don’t think so. I think I’m just anxious.”

  “It’s not good to be anxious. Remember what I said about looking at the stars? Look up,” I say, and roll onto my back, beside her.

  Eloise turns her head, our noses inches apart.

  “My body feels incredible right now,” she says, and leaves her lips parted.

  “So does mine. You do something crazy to it.”

  “I wish you wouldn’t stop.”

  “You sure?”

  Eloise rolls onto her side, and rests her hand on my chest. She twiddles one of my nipple piercings, sending all the blood back to my dick.

  Propping myself onto my side, I skim my free hand down her curves. When I reach her mound, I push two of my fingers through her wet folds and into her entrance.

  I scissor them as I pump them in and out of her. She starts wiggling and moaning, and drenches my hand with her juices. My cock is fully erect, but I’m enjoying doing this to her too much to stop.

  She bends her knees and spreads her legs even wider. She starts lifting her ass off the ground, forcing my fingers deeper into her.

  My dick screams at me to get in her. The temptation to put it in her without a condom, and feel her wet walls against my skin, is overwhelming. With any other girl I wouldn’t give a fuck and do it anyway, but not Eloise.

  I fly onto my knees and rummage around to find where the condoms had landed when I dropped them. It doesn’t take long to find them, and tear open one and roll it down my shaft.

  Climbing between her spread legs, I lean down and kiss her.

  “Ready?” I ask, my voice low.

  “Yes,” she says, her voice barely audible.

  Pressing my lips against hers, I give her a quick kiss but she’s far too excited to reciprocate.

  I reach down and spread her lips while I press the tip of my cock into her. An intense pulse of heat hits me, and races up my back. I have to brace myself with my arms.

  Steadied, I push the rest of the way into her. I move slowly, letting her adjust to my size. Eloise whimpers.

  I thought my cock felt the best it could ever possibly feel when it was in her mouth, but this is a fuck-ton better. This is beyond my dick feeling good, this is every atom in my body drunk and high and winning the lottery, all at the same time.

  Once again I have to brace myself from the intensity.

  And then I start moving.

  Fuck me.

  No matter how good it feels, I’m determined to make this last. I don’t want this feeling to end. This is one time I can’t imagine the orgasm being the best part of the sex.

  Eloise is wiggling away underneath me, and I slow the pace, determined to make her feel even a tenth as good as I’m feeling.

  We continue moving, and she writhes around while I pump into her.

  She drives her hips up and lets out a long whimper. Her walls spasm and clamp onto my dick. She’s coming.

  The knowledge rips through me, and my cock explodes. Shudders rocket up my back and down my legs. My insides tingle with fury.

  “Fuck,” I grunt, my voice so high in pitch it doesn’t sound like me.

  Gulping for breath, I look down at Eloise, and realize she’s crying.

  “Jewel?”

  Eloise doesn’t say anything, but seems to cry harder. My heart hammers against my ribcage. I’ve never made a woman cry before.

  I pull out, tossing the condom, untied, on the grass.

  Stroking her hair, I lie alongside her and ask, “What’s wrong?”

  She doesn’t reply, but she lifts her hand and wipes the tears from her cheeks.

  “Hey, is everything okay? Did I hurt you?”

  I run my hand over her curves, and gently kiss the tears in each of her eyes.

  Her body heaves with the tears, and until she tells me what’s going on, all I can do is hold her. I hold her as tight as I can. There’s no way she doesn’t feel my heart pounding.

  “I’m sorry,” she
finally says through her sobs. “You must think I’m pathetic.”

  “No, baby, what’s going on? I’m worried about you, is all.”

  “It just feels so good, I didn’t expect it to feel so amazing. It’s unreal.”

  A huge wave of relief washes over me, and I kiss her cheek. I hadn’t really thought about how she’d react. It must be hard to have your first orgasm at twenty-seven, when you learn what you’ve been missing out on for years.

  I sit up and lay her across my lap, cradling her in my arms. She carries on sobbing against my chest.

  Gathering herself together after a few minutes, Eloise sits up straighter and wipes her eyes.

  “This is silly. I shouldn’t be crying over meaningless sex.”

  Her words hit me like a kick in the teeth. My gut churns. I’ve just had the best sex of my life, we’re not even dressed yet, and she’s calling it meaningless.

  “Baby, trust me, meaningless sex doesn’t feel the way that did.”

  “But this was just a hook-up. It doesn’t mean anything.”

  “You know what doesn’t mean anything? Every time you’ve ever had sex until now. And every guy you ever had sex with.”

  Eloise falls silent. I cup the back of her head and bring her face close to mine. My eyes search hers for a moment, before I press my forehand against hers.

  “It was so easy to make you orgasm. Both here and at the bar.”

  “The bar was good, but this felt different.”

  “It felt different for me too. I’ll be honest with you, baby, I’ve never felt that good before either.”

  Another tear escapes her eye, and Eloise raises her hand to wipe it away.

  I hold her tight, and we sit in silence for I don’t know how long. I’d happily sit with her like this all night long.

  Eloise eventually breaks the silence, and in a soft voice says, “I should get home.”

  I want to yell and scream and smash my truck windows at the thought of letting go of her, but I bring myself to say, “Sure, baby. Anything you want.”

  She grabs her dress from the ground and pulls it on. She hasn’t bothered with her bra. She must be in a hurry.

  I ball up the comforter and drop it in the bed of my truck. Eloise gets in the truck and puts her shoes on.