Page 78 of Pretty Thing

My pulse pounds in my ears.

I don’t look, but I can feel everything, and that’s enough to make me tremble with desire.

His cock slides through my hand, and my fingers bump against metal…what the hell. It’s not just one. He has multiple piercings. It feels like a ladder and a ring. An aching starts between my thighs when Felix groans loudly. The deep, guttural sound is addictive.

“You want to play with the piercings,” he asks, reading my mind.

“Yeah.”

He lets go of my hand, and I’m free to explore. My fingers tentatively touch the smooth balls. I count six in a row before reaching the ring.

“Fuck that feels good. Grip me harder.”

I squeeze, and he wraps his hand around mine.

“You won’t hurt me. I like it rough.”

He grips my hand tighter and then begins to move at a steady pace. I hold my breath, loving the raspy sounds he makes.

It’s a good thing I’m not Catholic. I would feel obligated to confess the wicked things I want to do to him.

Felix moves faster, thrusting into our joined hands. All I can picture is him doing that to me. I don’t know what that will feel like, but I desperately want to have that experience.

“Oh fuck…feels so good,” Felix moans.

Desire pools between my legs and I rub my thighs together as best I can.

“Yes…that’s it…right there. Tighter. Squeeze me tighter,” he growls. The sound is animalistic, and my knees almost give out. “Fuck…Pretty Thing, you’re incredible.”

The compliment lights up my chest with a pride I’ve never known.

“Fuck yes…I’m coming.”

I can feel the full-body tremor through my grip. He swears, and I catch a glimpse of something white hit the bottom of the tub and disappear down the drain. I bite my lip to keep from moaning right along with him.

Felix slowly releases my hand, then opens the curtain enough that I can see half of his body and his still very erect cock. He lifts my chin with his finger and water from his hair lands on my lips. He kisses me softly, then licks the droplets off while I can hardly remember how to breathe, let alone move.

“You’re such a good girl.”

“I am?”

His lip curls up in what I’m sure is the same smirk the serpent gave Eve when he tempted her to take the forbidden fruit.

“Yeah…you are. Give me a few minutes to finish up, then we’ll head to bed and get some sleep.”

He disappears.

Sleep? Who the fuck can sleep after that?

With my hand over my heart, I close my eyes and try to get control of the lustful thoughts running wild.

The water shuts off.

“Can you pass me a towel?”

Felix whips open the curtain, and I stand there staring at the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, unable to move. Hard cut abs, defined chest and arms. The tattoos covering his skin are a work of art.

“Eden?”