Alcohol You Later (60)

“I want to remember you just like this,” he says, stroking the side of my face. “I’m committing every detail of this night to memory.”

I swallow hard, looking up at him with all the love my eyes can hold. “Mark me as yours, Nicholas Potter.”

My words ignite a fire in his blood as he wrenches my knees apart and buries his face between my legs.

His warm, rough tongue explores my most intimate parts while I writhe beneath him, my hands fisted in the comforter as he swirls the tip of his tongue over my clit.

“Nick,” I moan, reaching between my legs and grappling at his head. I don’t know if I want to pull him closer or push him away. It’s all so intense. Just when I’m about to go careening over the edge, he stops his efforts and crawls up my middle, tracing a path with his lips until he reaches my chest.

I grip his hair in both hands, guiding his mouth to my nipple. The feral growl that sounds from deep in his throat has my pussy pulsing with need as he grips the ring in his teeth, slipping his tongue in and out of the hole and tugging.

“Fuck,” I cry out, bucking against him, imagining his thick cock entering me in much the same way.

“You’re so sexy,” he rasps around the jewelry. With a final tug, he releases my nipple, finding my lips. “So hot,” he adds, stroking the ball of his apadravya piercing over my clit.

The contrast of cool metal on my heated skin has me arching into him, seeking relief.

Ravenous, I grip the sides of his face, bringing his mouth to mine and greedily plunging my tongue in and out.

Sweat drips from his forehead to mine.

My hands are everywhere, slipping and sliding over slick skin. They’re scoring his back, buried in his damp hair, fisted around the base of his cock. I can’t seem to get enough. I want to touch every part of him all at once.

I brush my fingers over my opening, coating them in my arousal, and bring them to his lips.

The scent of my own desire as he sucks them clean is like a match to my already raging libido.

“Please,” I beg, flailing beneath him.

He presses a final kiss to my lips before sitting back on his haunches. Taking hold of my ass, he elevates my hips to line up our centers. Gingerly, he slides the length of his firm cock through my folds vertically, gliding right over my opening without entering me. The ridges of his Jacob ’s ladder brush over my flesh while the ball at the tip of his mushroom strokes my clit repeatedly.

It’s the sweetest torture, needing him inside of me—desperate for that emotional connection—but also not wanting the sweet torment to end.

I’m nothing but sensation. A bundle of heightened nerves on the cusp of exploding.

Ever the tease, he circles my pussy one last time before nudging just the tip inside and withdrawing.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans, pushing in a little farther this time. “Like warm silk squeezing my cock.”

“Oh God.” I cry out with every forward thrust, each one bringing him closer to satisfying the throbbing ache in my core.

“So tight,” he grunts, easing every bit of his eight inches into me. The pace is agonizing, but the feel of the slick, hard metal stroking my inner walls is some kind of heaven.

“Why are you going so slow?” I do my best not to let my annoyance show.

His face is pinched in what looks like pain. I can tell he wants to move as badly as I need him to.

“Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I insist, having no idea what the hell I’m talking about. We’ve never done it without a barrier between his piercings and my skin. “I promise to tell you if it hurts. Just move, please.”

Little by little, he picks up the pace, and the fucking stars start exploding behind my eyelids. There’s nothing to even compare this feeling to. It’s taking me to another dimension.

I pinch my nipples, tugging the rings, watching the desire flame in his eyes—my little show is as much for his pleasure as my own.

I know he’s close when he leans forward, burying his lips in the bend of my neck. “Ray,” he moans, deep and gravely in my ear. His dick pulses inside me, and those little spasms and the rough pad of his thumb circling my clit send me hurtling over a cliff. Freefalling, with no end in sight.

Wave after euphoric wave of the most exquisite tingles pulse through my body. My pussy clings to his cock like a glove, milking his release.

Nick’s breathing becomes erratic, and his eyes drift out of focus. He grunts and groans, and at the same time that his entire body tenses, a blast of warmth shoots off inside me. His body jerks twice more, each one accompanied by a jolt of pressure.

This feeling is so intimate—our connection bone deep.

Spent, Nick collapses on top of me, his heart pounding against mine at a feverish pace. Our labored breaths mingle in the space between us.

“So, that’s what it feels like,” Nick muses, tucking my head into the crook of his elbow. He presses a kiss to the top of my sweat-soaked hair.

“What what feels like?”

“Peace.”





I can hardly believe an entire week has passed since Raven and I officially became a couple. From that day forward, every aspect of life just feels lighter. I didn’t realize how keeping my feelings for her locked up weighed me down. Loneliness is a hefty burden to bear. But that’s all changed now. With her by my side, I feel like I can do anything.