Page 67 of Carnal Wagers

“Now, don’t take your eyes off me.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and dipped in for a kiss.

He avoided my lips. “I want to watch you.”

Somehow, those words were more sensual than his touch, and wetness pooled between my thighs. With every swipe of his fingers, I ground my hips a little harder against him.

“Needy little síbhean.”

“If you know it, fix it.”

With a strained chuckle, he dragged me closer against him. Our foreheads touched, and our breaths mingled. His fingers never left my clit. They flicked, rubbed, pinched, and stroked it. I was ready to beg for more when his other hand squeezed my ass cheek hard, every sensation suddenly stronger. And when that hand dipped further in from behind, I tightened on nothing, my misgivings clear. His responding snicker wasn’t reassuring, but he didn’t linger.

“Not tonight,” he whispered.

Instead, he circled my pussy and dipped one finger in. Then two. Then three, until I was perfectly full. I gasped at every pump, clenching hard, my hips following each bounce.

Suddenly, he pulled out, and I mewled in disappointment at the emptiness.

Gaze ensnared on mine, he sucked on the fingers glistening with my juices.

“Delicious.”

That half-growled word made me dizzy with need. I didn’t ask for more. Just like he did to me, I took. I unzipped his pants and shoved down his boxers. His cock tapped against my upper thigh—hard, silky, and warm, except for a cool, immovable bit on his tip. Wait…that felt like metal. A piercing? I lowered my body to get a feel of it between my legs.

“Síbhean.” He gripped my waist. “I’ve no condom.”

“I have an IUD.”

“If I get inside you, I’m not stopping.”

“Did I ask you to?”

“No, you wouldn’t.” His voice rumbled low and deep. “Would you?”

“Never.”

With one thrust of his hips, he impaled me to the hilt. My scream filled the car. His cock stroked my inner walls, and that barbell rubbed and drove the pleasure higher. I contracted with each buck of his hips, my whole lower body tingling. His eyes creased, the look so smug, like he was winning. Maybe he was, because with the way his fingers kneaded my clit while his cock owned my pussy, it certainly didn’t feel like I had control.

I dipped my head back, but he pulled me forward, forehead to forehead again.

“Look at me.” Thrust. “Watch who’s fucking you.” Thrust. “Watch who’s making you come apart.” Thrust. “Watch me give you exactly what you’ve been asking for.”

That edge came so quickly, I was thrown over it. My cry echoed in my ears. The world fogged up like the windows.

“That’s it, síbhean. Squeeze me.” His pace picked up. “So fecking tight. You were tailored to fit me.”

His hand wrapped around my throat.

“Give me another one. Show me how much you want my cock.”

Why was that so hot? Another peak built, closer to the surface than the last. It surged higher and higher with each grunt of his labored breaths and each of his pumps inside me as his piercing hit just the right spot and massaged my inner walls.

He looked at me like I was his salvation and damnation all at once.

“Let go, now.”

His thrusts turned frantic, pounding into me, and I peaked like I’d never done before. I convulsed against him, left as nothing but a trembling mess. He followed me over the edge, muscles contracting under my hands, and I swallowed his groan of pleasure with a kiss as the pulse of his cock inside gave me another heavy rush.