He knew the second his piercing hit her sweet spot, because she cried out, her inner muscles clasping his c**k so tight he was surprised she didn’t break the dang thing.
His heart pounded as loudly as the headboard pounding the wall. He watched Mia’s face as he f**ked her, satisfied to find nothing but hazy passion there. He knew he was a rough lover, knew it freaked out some women. But not this one. She moaned and whimpered, her pu**y squeezing and rippling against his cock, coating it with her juices. No condom had been the right call. He couldn’t imagine missing out on this wet paradise. It was sheer heaven.
“What are you doing to me?” she choked out. “You…your piercing…it’s…” She quit talking altogether, her body telling him everything he needed to know.
His piercing intensified his own pleasure, just as it did Mia’s. The pressure on his tip was exquisite, and each time the ball bearings scraped her hot channel, her muscles quivered and squeezed him harder.
As his pulse shrieked in his ears, Jackson knew he was getting close. His balls had drawn up, tingling incessantly, and strands of precome were already dripping from his cockhead.
“I’m close,” he warned her. “But I ain’t gonna come until you do. So…”
He moved his hand to the place where they were joined and skillfully fingered her clit, knowing exactly how much pressure to exert on the sensitive nub. Then he quickened his strokes so that his c**k was furiously hitting her G-spot on each inward thrust.
“Jackson.”
She shouted out his name as she convulsed, bringing a sizzling rush of satisfaction that unleashed the floodgates inside him. He almost blacked out as the orgasm tore through his body. Spots danced in front of his eyes, his heart damn near stopped, and the pleasure that seized his limbs made it impossible to breathe.
They shuddered together for what felt like hours. The air became stifling hot, the bedspread beneath them damp from their sweat, soaked with Mia’s sweet juices and the se**n oozing out of her.
Not one for bluffing, Jackson pulled out of her pulsing core and dipped his fingers inside. They emerged shiny and covered in his come, and when he brought them to her mouth, Mia raised her head to capture one with her lips. His nostrils flared, lust building once again, as she licked his fingers clean.
“Oh, sugar, that’s so sexy,” he muttered. “You want more?”
Her eyes were cloudy with passion as she nodded, prompting him to return to her pu**y for a second dip. Watching her suck his seed off his hand succeeded in turning his semi-erect c**k into a rock-hard spike of desire. With a growl, he yanked his fingers out of her mouth and pushed his growing erection back into her core.
Mia’s eyes widened. “Again?” she blurted out.
He started to move, his gaze never leaving hers as his hoarse voice ground out, “Again.”
Afterward, they lay there in a tangled, sated heap, with Jackson’s arm slung around her, and Mia’s head resting against his bare chest.
“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he said repentantly.
Her muffled laughter shook her bare shoulders. “Rough? You nearly drilled me in half, Jackson. I’ve never been this sore in my life.”
Concern washed over him. “Aw, shit, Mia. Why the heck didn’t you say somethin’?”
“Because it felt so good I would have been an idiot if I stopped you.” She craned her neck so she could look at him. “Relax. That was the best sex of my life, hands down. I’ll just take a nice long bath in a bit, rub some soothing lotion on my lady bits, and I’ll be fine.”
His worry gave way to relief. “’Kay. But next time you start to feel sore, you’d better tell me about it.”
“Deal.”
As they both went quiet, a feeling of serenity floated through him and brought a smile to his lips. The best thing about being with Mia was that she didn’t try to fill every silence. She was content to simply lie there with him, her hand absently stroking his abs, her warm breath heating his pecs.
“How was your day?” he asked a long while later.
“Pretty good. I was out in the sun for eight hours, digging like crazy, but I’m looking forward to fixing up the park. All the plants there were terribly neglected.” She paused. “My mother called when I got home today.”
Surprise jolted through him. “She did?”
“Yep. She said she wants to come visit us.” Resentment colored Mia’s voice. “Can you believe it? Not a word from her in two years and suddenly she’s calling out of the blue.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I ordered her not to come. I don’t want her anywhere near Danny.”
He ran a hand over her back, which radiated tension. “Do you think she’ll actually come to San Diego?”
“I doubt it. But if she does, she won’t be receiving any welcome parades.” Mia sighed. “I don’t want to talk about her anymore. What’s your family like? A lot less dysfunctional than mine, I bet.”
“For the most part,” he said gruffly. “My folks are still madly in love after thirty years of marriage. My dad works hard on the ranch, and my mom takes care of the house and makes sure there’s dinner on the table when Dad comes back.”
“Do you get along with them?”
“Yeah, I do. They’re good people, easy to talk to, always there when I need ’em. I wasn’t a rebellious kid, so we never got into any screaming matches when I was growing up.” He chuckled as a memory surfaced. “I did run away once, though.”