She stood there in the doorway in nothing but lingerie.
No, I couldn’t even call it lingerie. It was like an elaborate necklace; from the collar hung dozens of silver chains that flowed around her naked breasts and torso, swaying with every breath, connected to a ring a few inches below her belly button. More chains hung down from there, draping over the perfect curve of her hips and upper thighs, and from the center of the ring was a chain tassel that brushed against her piercing.
Something about the swing and shine of it, the peekaboo of the tattoos covering her milky-white skin, the way the chains moved on either side of her breasts, her nipples pink and taut, framed by barbells — all of it overloaded my senses, and I found myself standing stupidly in the hallway, staring in wonder.
She laughed and reached out just enough to grab my shirt to pull me into the apartment, closing the door behind me.
I palmed her breast as she stepped into me, and I finally got a good look at the rest of her. Her hair was a brighter purple than it had been yesterday, and her lips were blood red and smiling at me. She wore a headband of some sort, but it ran across her forehead with hundreds of tiny chains hanging down, shielding her eyes just enough to drive me crazy.
“You like it?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
All I could do was nod and kiss her.
God, she felt so good pressed up against me, her bare ass in my hands, her tongue against mine as I tasted her like it was the first time.
She broke away and smiled, taking my hand before turning for her bedroom.
The back of the contraption she had on was almost bare with another ring just over her ass where another little tassel swung with the sway of her hips, and more draping chains followed the curve of her backside.
“Where the fuck did you get this thing?” I breathed in appreciation.
She shot me a smile over her shoulder. “The store.”
I shook my head as we stepped into her room. “I need to check out the stores where you shop.”
She laughed at that and closed the door. The lights were low, just a few small lamps to bathe the room in a golden light, and her portable speaker played a slow, sexy sort of electronic music. Her hips moved to the beat just a little, sending the chains swinging and my cock straining.
I pulled off my shirt and dropped it by the door, kicking off my shoes as she closed her eyes, her body moving in a wave to the music like I wasn’t in the room. I took the hint, dropping my pants and stepping out of them before moving in her direction.
She didn’t want me to stop her — she would have looked at me if she had — so I climbed onto her bed and sat propped up against the pillows, watching her.
With every roll of her hips, my pulse ticked faster, and my eyes drank her in — her hair, her shrouded eyes, the light catching the metal hanging on her. Her lily-white hands moved down her body and across her breasts, her fingers grazing her nipples.
I gripped my cock — it was so hard it hurt — stroking myself to ease the ache, wishing it were her around me, but I wouldn’t have stopped her if you’d paid me.
She spun around, sending the chains arching around her, her hips still shifting, her torso rolling, just like it did when she rode me. Her lips parted as she looked down, her neck and shoulders rocking opposite her hips, and when her hands moved down her body and between her legs, when her long white finger disappeared into herself, my cock throbbed in my fist.
I moaned a curse, and she looked up at me, slivers of her eyes burning hot through the curtain of chains, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved to the end of the bed, rising up onto my knees to tower over her, slipping my hand into her silvery-purple hair so I could kiss her. Her mouth opened up, and her tongue slid past my lips as mine did the same, teasing each other. My hands were in her hair, our mouths open wide, our breath coming heavy, our bodies determined to find release, so determined that we were barely in control.
But I was never really in control. Not when it came to Penny.
She took my cock with both hands and pumped, and I groaned into her mouth, which did nothing but spur her on.
My control slipped even further away. I flexed into her fists, fucking her hands with my cock, fucking her mouth with my tongue. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more, and I always would. Anytime I said different, I was a fucking liar.
When I broke away, I sat on the end of the bed, setting my feet on the ground. I looked up at her, mesmerized by the shadows across her face as she looked down at me, her hands cupping my jaw.
She started dancing again.
Penny let me go and turned around — her ass was just under eye-level with that tassel swinging over places where I wanted my face. But before I could grab her and do just that, she rolled her hips in a figure eight and lowered her body until her ass was cradling my cock.
Up and down she went, stroking me with her body. My hands were on her hips, squeezing, but she didn’t need me to guide her. She looked back over her shoulder and raised her hips, stopping when the tip of me rested against the center of her. And I wouldn’t wait any longer, wouldn’t be teased for another second — with a flex of my hips and a shift of my hands, I pulled her down onto me until I was so deep inside her, I never wanted to leave.
She sighed my name as I gently pushed her away by the hips to lift her, then pulled her down again, grinding against her every time I hit the end.
“Lie back,” she breathed.
And I did with an aching chest and a racing pulse and the length of me buried in her.
Without separating us, she rolled her hips a few times, her hands on my knees, and I watched my cock disappear and reappear in the heat of her from the best possible angle, every part of her exposed and open and full of me.
She climbed backward onto the bed in a feat of skill, first one knee coming to rest outside of my matching thigh and then the other, leaving her straddling me with her feet tucked into my ribs and her ass in my hands.
Her body moved, needing no help from me as she rose and fell, and I was so focused on every inch of her that a nuclear bomb could have detonated and I’d never know — I’d have died a happy man. I cupped her ass low, so low that my thumbs grazed my cock with every up and down of her body until they were slick from her. And then I spread her open and ran my thumb around the rim of her tight ass. It clenched under my touch as I circled, and she sucked in a breath.
“Do it,” she said, voice rough as she dropped down.
I smiled and pressed.
The warmth of her, the tightness of her around me in more than one place was almost too much. It was too much for her, her body working faster. Every moan and sigh out of her said she was close. And she wasn’t alone.