Pierce Me: Satisfied by the Bad Boy

by Simone Sowood

  Our kiss is slow, and it seems to go on for all eternity. It’s the closest to paradise I’ve ever been. I can tell from the way she skims her fingers over me that she feels the same way.

  Without leaving her lips, I slip my hand under the edge of her top, and run it up her smooth skin. After palming her silky bra cup, I hook a finger in the top of the cup and pull it down, releasing her tit.

  Her nipple’s already hard, and I pinch it between my fingers. Eloise moans, and wraps her legs around my waist.

  Breaking our kiss, I gently tug her shirt over her head. Reaching around her back, I undo her bra, and drop it off the side of the bed.

  I kneel back on my heels, and survey the perfection in my bed. Perfection I was never looking for.

  Glancing through to the other room, I see how well she fits with all the pictures of my family that are in there. All the good memories of the good times I had in this house as a child.

  Times I never thought could ever be as good again.

  But now Eloise is here, and I realize I have a chance to be that happy again.

  I take my time with her, and let her body soothe my soul.

  By the time my lips reach her mound, she’s already squirming. I blow across her lips and love how her thighs shudder in response.

  She’s dripping wet, and I lap my tongue through her folds. Normally, she begs me to hurry at this point, but all she does is whimper.

  I nip the inside of her thigh as I push two fingers into her drenched pussy.

  “Oh God,” she cries.

  Kissing up her lips, I suck her clit into my mouth, and flick it with my tongue. Eloise squirms and I hold down her hips with my free hand.

  “Gabe,” she moans and writhes under my arm.

  Her walls grip my fingers, and she grabs my head. She meshes her hands through my hair and balls her fists. It hurts like hell but I don’t stop her. I want her to feel what I do to her, even if it means a little pain for me.

  Once she calms, I kneel and pull my shirt over my head. I flop onto my back beside her, and strip off my jeans and boxers. My hard cock hovers over my abs.

  “Sit on me,” I say.

  “My legs are jelly,” she says as she scrambles to climb on me.

  Eloise straddles me, and hovers over my dick. She pauses and our eyes catch. Neither of us has reached for a condom. We both realize what we’re about to feel. Skin on skin.

  Our gaze intensifies, and I raise my tip to her entrance. Both of our chests move rapidly, our quick breaths the only sounds in the room.

  Slowly she lowers herself onto my cock. My mouth hangs open but I hold her gaze.

  The silkiness of her walls is the best feeling I’ve ever felt. A thousand lightning bolts flash through me, electrifying me from head to toe.

  I begin to move my hips, rocking her on me. Finally I pull my eyes from hers and rake them over her body. Her tits sway as I bounce her on me. I have to close my eyes to calm myself.

  She starts grinding her clit against my pelvic bone, circling herself one way, then the other. The whole time, she’s whimpering and moaning.

  My balls draw tight against me, and I flip us over without withdrawing from her.

  I grunt as I pump into her. She moans, and I lean down and growl, “You feel so good it hurts.”

  Eloise grabs my biceps, her nails digging into my skin. She whimpers again, and this time bucks underneath me. Her walls milk my dick, the feel of her skin against mine overloading me.

  “Fuck, baby,” I grunt.

  It’s too much, my cock throbs and spurts against her walls, filling her pussy.

  Gasping for air, I collapse on her. My dick pulses in pure fucking joy.

  I lift my head to kiss her, and realize she’s crying, the way she cried in the park.

  “What’s wrong, Jewel?”

  She wipes her eyes with the heel of her hand. “I don’t know why I’m crying. It just felt so good. I don’t understand the way you make me feel.”

  I smooth back her hair, and say, “You make me feel the same way.”

  Eloise smiles and bites her bottom lip. I kiss her forehead, and we lie still as we catch our breaths.

  “You’re all sweaty,” she says, wiping her hand across my back.

  “So are you.”

  “We need to have a shower.”

  “I’ve got a better idea.”

  I hold my dick as I pull out, trying to make as little mess as possible. Before Eloise can move, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.

  “I need something to wipe myself with,” she says.

  Laughing, I rush through the house and run down the lawn.

  “What you doing?” she squeals.

  “We’re getting cleaned in the lake.”

  She squeals, and smacks my ass.

  “No way, it’s only May. The water will be freezing.”

  “It’ll be refreshing,” I say as my feet hit the icy water.

  Without breaking stride, I move until the water is at my thighs, and throw us both into the lake.

  Eloise

  “Are you starting to warm up?” Gabe asks as he shoves another log into the wood-burning stove.

  “A little,” I say.

  At least my teeth have stopped chattering.

  We stayed in the lake too long. I think Gabe thought it would be an in-and-out dunk, but we ended up splashing and tossing each other around in the icy May water until I was shivering so much that I started turning blue.

  And of course there weren’t any towels or clothes at the lake. We had to run to the house.

  Gabe wrapped my naked body in a comforter, laid me on the floor and made a roaring fire in the wood-burning stove.

  “I should’ve brought some hot chocolate.”

  “Coffee is fine. I’d be fine with hot water at this point,” I say, taking another sip of the coffee Gabe made for me.

  He steps away from the fire and turns on several lamps. The room is a good size, with two big couches angled to the windows and the view of the lake.

  The walls are covered in clusters of photographs. I stand and wrap the comforter tight around me.

  I move to the wall alongside the fire. The photographs are family snapshots, and all seem to have been taken here. There’s a picture of a young boy and girl standing knee deep in the water. The boy’s smile makes it obvious that it’s Gabe.

  There’s another of Gabe and the girl with a blue pup tent set up on the lawn.

  “That’s your sister, Melanie?”

  “Yeah,” Gabe says, and sits on the couch.

  I can feel his eyes on me as I look at the pictures, but he doesn’t say anything or move from his spot.

  At the top of the group of photos is a black and white one of an old man in a suit standing in front of the house. This house must’ve been in Gabe’s family for decades.

  “Who’s he?” I ask. I don’t turn around or point to the photo, I know Gabe’s been watching me.

  “My great-grandfather.”

  “This was his house?”

  “He built it.”

  Gabe doesn’t offer any more details, and I carry on looking at all the photographs. They’re mostly of him and his sister on this wall. Some of them are the two of them on their own, but two have a woman in them. In one, the woman is holding Melanie on her hip and cuddling Gabe with her free hand. In the other, she’s crouching down with Gabe and Melanie in the shallow water. A natural smile beams across her face in both photos, and I get the sense she was smiling for her children and not for the camera.

  “Is that your mom?”

  “Yep.”

  “You look like her. You have the same eyes and nose.”

  “You think so?”

  “Definitely, have you looked in the mirror?” I laugh.

  “Huh, I never really thought about it.”

  “She’s beautiful, and looks like a loving mother.”

  Gabe falls silent. I move to the long wall that separates the room from the kitchen an
d squeeze myself and the bulky comforter between the angled couch Gabe is sitting on and the wall.

  He clears his throat, and I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t.

  The snapshots on this wall all seem to be of older generations. I scan over the smartly dressed men and women posing on the lawn and near the lake. There’s a baby in one, which I guess might be Gabe, but otherwise he’s not in any of the photos.

  “That’s all my dad’s side of the family.”

  “It was their house?”

  “Yeah, my mother’s family is all in Pittsburgh. My dad grew up around here, and after my grandfather died, he gave the house to my dad. We used to come here every weekend as kids.”

  “So this is still your dad’s house?”

  “Nope, it’s mine.” Gabe stands and climbs over the back of the couch. He stands close but without touching me. “When I moved back to Rochester I waited a few months then came out here. I figured I’d find him living here, but the house was empty and neglected. The key we kept hidden was still in the same spot and I let myself in.”

  “Wow, that’s great. Does he know you come here?”

  “I emailed him and demanded he transfer ownership to my name.”

  I tilt my head to face him, my eyes wide.

  “That’s bold.”

  “Fuck him, it’s rightfully mine.”

  “And he agreed to transfer it?”

  “He seemed glad to get rid of it.”

  “And he’s never come by?”

  “Not even once,” Gabe sighs. “I guess the good memories for me are hard memories for him. Whatever, I don’t give a shit.”

  “Is that him when he was a kid?” I ask, pointing at a boy wearing bell-bottomed jeans.

  “Yeah, I don’t know why I keep his photos up. They’ve have been on the wall for decades. I took them down when I painted, but figured they belong where they always were.”

  “You painted?” I ask, and laugh. His apartment looks like it hasn’t been painted since he moved in.

  He drapes his arm over my shoulders and squeezes me against him.

  “I did a lot more than paint. This place was falling apart when I started coming here, I’ve spent the last two years fixing it up, starting with the hole in the roof.”

  “You’ve done a great job,” I say, looking around. “It’s a far cry from your bachelor pad above Incredible Ink.”

  “That place is just a convenient place to sleep. This is my home.”

  “Do I get a full tour?”

  “You’ve seen this room and the bedroom, that’s about it.”

  “The kitchen?” I ask, wandering toward the internal doorway.

  “It’s not very exciting. I had to buy a new fridge and stove, but haven’t done anything else to it, so the cupboards still need to be replaced.”

  We stand in the middle of the kitchen. There’s a big window over the kitchen sink, looking out over the lake. The cupboards are plain varnished wood, and look like they’re been here as long as the house.

  “I love the cupboards, you can’t take them out.”

  “They’re pretty rustic. I’m surprised you like them. I didn’t think they’d be perfect enough for you.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Gabe flashes me a broad grin, and says, “You know you’re always concerned with things being perfect. Why? Did your parents put a lot of pressure on you?”

  “No, my parents never pressured me to be perfect.”

  “Then where did it come from?”

  My eyes drop to the floor as I contemplate Gabe’s question. We talked a little about this before, when he said it was the reason I couldn’t have orgasms but I never tried to understand why.

  Shifting my gaze to Gabe, I say, “I think I just looked up to my parents my whole life. And they’re perfect so I always put pressure on myself to be perfect too.” Gabe winces as I speak and I feel bad for talking about how perfect my parents are when he doesn’t have any.

  Running his hand from my shoulder to my fingers, he laces his fingers through mine. He lifts our hands to his mouth and kisses my fingers.

  “Isn’t life more fun when you’re not trying to be perfect?”

  My heart warms, and I laugh. “Definitely.”

  He tugs at the comforter, and says, “That’s the end of the tour.”

  “There’s only one bedroom?”

  “Nah, there’s a second bedroom but it’s where I shoved everything from the rest of the place when I was clearing it. A lot of it is stuff my parents put here before we moved to Pittsburgh. Things like photo albums and keepsakes from when my sister and I were a little. There’s even schoolwork of ours.”

  “That’s incredible.”

  “I couldn’t figure out what to do with it all.”

  “There’s a whole bedroom full?”

  “A couple of chests, plus there is a lot of my dad’s stuff. They must’ve thought that we would move back here after... you know.” Gabe shrugs.

  “Sometimes things don’t happen the way people plan.”

  “I have to figure out what to do with it all, but for now I’m happy to ignore it.”

  Gabe pulls me into his arms, and works his way into the comforter. We stand in the kitchen, our bodies tight together, huddled in the comforter.

  Gabe

  We spend all day Sunday relaxing in the sunshine. Eloise doesn’t ask again about the second bedroom, and I’m relieved because I want to spend time with her, not clearing out shit.

  Usually I spend my time at the house doing non-stop chores. I’m not even going to mow the lawn this week. It’s nice to be able to enjoy the place.

  Eloise spent most of the time topless, her nipples hard whenever the breeze picked up. I’ve never been so grateful for having a secluded property.

  I can’t wait for her to move her workdays and we can come here every week, all summer long. Not much work is going to get done on the house but that’s okay, as long as she’s here.

  Memorial Day is beautiful, and we’re laying on the grass near the lake.

  “You know what would look real good on this tit?” I ask, tracing my finger along side of her left breast.

  “What?” She sets her Kindle down.

  “Some ink. I’m thinking lilacs.”

  “Are you saying my breasts aren’t good enough as they are?”

  “Your tits are perfect.” I cup her tit.

  “Then why do you want to change them?”

  “For fun.”

  “You haven’t corrupted me enough for me to get a tattoo.”

  “Yet.”

  Eloise’s boob jiggles in my hand as she laughs.

  “Never. Trust me.”

  “Are you wearing clothes for the drive home?” I laugh.

  She slaps my hand away, and says, “You’ve satisfied me enough this weekend, I don’t feel the need to touch myself.”

  “Funny, whenever I think of you, I always feel the need to touch myself.”

  “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?” she chuckles.

  “You satisfy me too much, that’s the problem.”

  “I’ll stop trying to satisfy you. Maybe next time I’ll keep my hands away from you.”

  “Don’t do that. That would be cruel.”

  “But less satisfying for you.”

  “I’m going to make the burgers now,” I say, standing before she can make any more threats.

  “I’ll help.”

  “Only if you take off the rest of your clothes.”

  “There’s no time, we have to get going home. I have to work in the morning.”

  We make dinner together, I barbecue the meat and Eloise makes a Caesar salad.

  The ride home is uneventful and fully clothed, though an hour in a truck with Eloise is fun enough as it is.

  “I can’t stay over tonight, I have work in the morning and I need some things from my apartment.”

  “Your car’s at my place so I can’t drop you off at home.”<
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  We pull into my property. There’s a truck parked out front, but I don’t think anything about it, it’s not unusual for people to use my parking spaces. I steer the truck alongside the tattoo parlor and park it beside Eloise’s car.

  She hops out of the truck, and I rush out and pull her into my arms. I squeeze her in a massive bear hug, not wanting to ever let her go.

  “You fucking asshole!” a man yells.

  I spin around. Marshall is storming toward me, his fists clenched.

  “Oh my God,” Eloise says.

  “Whoa, what are you doing here?” I demand, placing my body between Marshall and Eloise.

  “What were you doing sending me that bitch?”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  Eloise grabs hold of my arms, her fingernails digging into me.

  “Kaylee.”

  Marshall reaches the back of my truck and stops. His nose flares as he breathes and his fists are clenched.

  “Get the fuck out of here, Marshall. You know you’re not allowed to be here.”

  “What’s the matter? Don’t want to fight in front of your new pussy because she doesn’t know what you’re really like?”

  Eloise gasps at his words. Adrenaline surges through my body, but I have no desire to hit Marshall, only to hold Eloise.

  “Calm the fuck down and get out of here. You’re breaking your restraining order.”

  “You think I fucking care? I care about my business, and you tried to sabotage it.”

  “Give me a break, I didn’t try to sabotage your business. You suck, there’s no need for me to do any sabotaging.”

  Ordinarily by now I’d have broken his nose, but just having Eloise beside me relaxes me. I only wish she was just as relaxed.

  “Then what the fuck was Kaylee?” he barks.

  “A bitch who isn’t my problem anymore.”

  “Well she’s my problem because of you.”

  “I didn’t make you hire her.”

  “You didn’t warn me about her.”

  “So you should’ve phoned for a reference, now fuck off away from here.”

  Eloise’s nails dig harder into my skin.

  “She stole from a client while he was getting work done, and now he’s threatening to sue me because of her. This is bullshit.”