Page 73 of Rest In Pieces
“Sure, Nevaeh. Thanks so much, Nevaeh,” she mutters.
“Sorry. I was distracted. I’m good, though. I can’t think of anything I need.”
“I can think of something,” G says with a smirk.
“And on that note, I’m out. Be safe, and I mean that in every possible way.” She slams the door behind her, leaving the RV in silence.
I feel the electricity crackle between us, and my pulse races wildly as I see his eyes darken with need. He licks his bottom lip, his tongue ring poking out for a second, and I swear to God, I whimper.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to hear you make that sound when I’m inside you. If you don’t want that, tell me now?—”
I reach my hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. The moment our lips meet, he takes control, deepening the kiss until I’m suddenly on my feet. He quickly strips me naked, then steps back and admires me like I’m a piece of art he can’t quite believe he’s seeing.
Somehow, I manage to stop myself from squirming and melting into a puddle.
He removes his cut and places it on the chair, then takes his gun and sets it on the counter next to mine. Pulling his T-shirt over his head, he reveals a canvas of lickable skin covered in tattoos. My eyes roam over all the ink and muscle, not bothering to hide the hunger in my gaze.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to come in my pants before we even start.” I bite my lip to hide my smile as I look up and continue to watch him.
He kicks off his boots and socks before popping open the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper. I walk toward him, adding a little extra sway to my hips. His eyes skim over my scars like they’re invisible and go straight to my boobs.
I’ve got quite a few scars, more than most women my age. The ones from the accident have mostly faded, but I’ve collected plenty more over the years. I wouldn’t say I’m self-conscious about them. It’s hard to be disappointed in a body that’s fought so hard for me. Still, that doesn’t mean it didn’t cross my mind that he might be disappointed in what he saw. The last time, we were in such a hurry that he didn’t really get a chance to take me in. Now, he has all the time in the world, and I might as well have flawless skin because he hasn’t noticed a single one.
“You really are obsessed with my boobs.”
“Have you seen them? They’re fucking spectacular. Trust me, if guys had you on their bedroom walls, they’d be jerking off non-stop over how amazing they are.”
I shudder. “I’m glad I don’t get that kind of attention.”
I grab the cushion from the couch and place it on the floor at G’s feet before I kneel on it. I reach into his back pocket, pull out his brass knuckles, and slide them on. Hooking my fingers in the loops of his jeans, I drag the material down, taking his boxers with them. Once he steps out of them, I toss them on the chair beside us.
“You want to suck my dick, Amity?” His voice is rough with need, making my nipples pebble.
I nod as I wrap my hand around his hard length and start stroking him. I won’t lie and say the piercings don’t intimidate me. They might feel amazing inside my pussy, but my throat is awhole nother story. Still, I know G won’t get pissed off if I need to stop.
He groans, his hands sliding into my hair, but he doesn’t force my head down. He lets me set the pace, holding himself back. Silly man. Doesn’t he know there’s nothing sexier than a man coming apart at the seams?
I lean closer and circle the head of his cock with my tongue as I stroke him. His body is tense as hell as he tries to maintain his control, and I can’t resist glancing up at him with a sweet, innocent look.
“It’s so big. I’m not sure I can handle it all.”
“Baby, I don’t care,” he says through clenched teeth. “Just do what you’re comfortable with. As long as you don’t bite my dick off, there’s nothing you could do that I wouldn’t like.”
I smile.
Holding him still, I run my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, then trace over each of his silver stars, making him hiss. I tease him a little longer before I take him into my mouth.
His hands tighten in my hair as I find my rhythm. I’m relieved the piercings aren’t a problem; the metal bars add a unique feel, sliding smoothly against my lips and tongue. I adjust my movements to make the most of the sensation, enjoying how the cool metal contrasts with his warmth.
After a few minutes, I pull free and look up at him. “You know, I’ve learned a lot of random skills being a stunt person. Some I know I’m never using again. But some come in really handy, like that time I learned to swallow swords.”
Too lost in the sensation of my hand moving up and down his cock, it takes him a moment to process my words. When his eyes widen, I take him back into my mouth and keep going until I feel his cock in my throat.
“Fuck!” he curses as I swallow and look up at him with a wicked smile in my eyes.
I slide him in and out of my mouth, taking his dick all the way down my throat each time. His grip tightens on my hair as he fights the urge to take over.
I pull back. “I don’t have a gag reflex, G. You won’t hurt me. Take me as hard and as fast as you want.”