While I was listening to them, Sadie seemed to be having her own internal battle because she squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and then kissed me. It immediately got heated, all of the sexual tension from earlier jumping to the surface again, and this time the only way I’d stop was if she said to.
I got up carefully from the couch with that in mind and carried her to the bedroom, not stopping the kiss once. Even drunk as a skunk, my coordination was on point. I also remembered to shut the door, not forgetting what that bald little asshole had done earlier to my ankle.
The only flaw in my plan was that I was pretty certain I’d fall on top of her when I put her down. I might have coordination, but that didn’t include balance, and with the room swimming around me, I didn’t want to risk it. So, bracing my knees on the side of the mattress, hoping it would stabilize me, I bent over and lowered her onto the bed carefully, ignoring the pulling on the healing cuts on my hand and the pain from the bruised areas of my body.
Once she was on her back, I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from hers, unable to resist licking her lip for one last taste—even if it was only for a few seconds, hopefully. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Her eyes were half-mast as she looked up at me, but I could still see the heat in them. “As in, am I sure I want you to put your penis in me?”
The question took me by surprise, or maybe it was the wording? “Um, if you want to be clinical about it, yes. But I was thinking more of licking you, sucking you, then making love to you.”
“I want that,” she breathed, her body starting to wriggle slightly.
Grinning, I closed the distance and kissing her again, loving how soft her lips were and how good she tasted. Kissing Sadie was like a drug for me. The way she flicked my tongue, sucked on the tip, nipped my bottom lip when I was teasing her, and how she’d suck on it afterward were all things I wasn’t sure I could live without now that I’d experienced them.
Wasn’t that how drug addictions happened? You felt so good while you were on them, loved the way they made you feel and think, and the fact you weren’t thinking about anything else. All of that was how kissing her made me feel, so yes, she was a drug.
And I was about to get high on the rest of her.
Running my hands up her thighs to where my hoodie was, I skimmed them up her torso, taking the thick material with me until it was all gathered under her chin. I purposefully held off touching or looking at her tits again, wanting her to be rid of the garment before I did it. The problem was, I was afraid I’d take her hair with it if I wasn’t careful because I’d never had to do that with someone, especially not this drunk. Seeing the worry, she took over for me and pulled it over her head, dropping it off the side of the bed.
Then I looked at her breasts, palming the weight of them in both hands. My girl was petite, with curves that weren’t too much on her slight frame, but her breasts were more than a handful in my big hands.
“Christ, baby, they’re beautiful,” I muttered, skimming my thumb over the hard tip of her nipple and smiling when it tightened even more.
“They’re dumb. I hate them.”
Seeing that she meant it, I copied what I was doing with my right hand with my left. “Why? Women pay a lot of money to get theirs just like this.”
“Men assume I’m easy or a plaything because I’ve got big tits,” she huffed. “Or they think I’m a bimbo who’s got over-inflated fakes, so I don’t deserve respect. I take after my nan who’s got massive boobs, so it bugs me when people say stupid shit because of them.”
“Well,” I murmured, leaning down to gently flick my tongue over a nipple, “I don’t assume anything like that about you, and I think they’re beautiful. I also think they’re delicious,” I added, sucking on one lightly and enjoying the moan that it got from her. “And because they’re now mine, my opinion is the only one that counts, because if anyone treats you badly or says anything negative because of them, I’m the one who’ll kick their asses. Hard.” I punctuated the last word by sucking as hard as I could on it, smiling when I felt her shudder under me.
“I thought I was learning to hug your penis with my mouth?” she hissed, pushing her breast against me slightly like she didn’t want me to stop.
Not that I would, these were my new favorite things apart from Sadie.
Reluctantly letting it go, I nuzzled the valley between them. “I realized I was being selfish and that we should really focus on each other.”
Her hands came to my head, and I wasn’t sure if she was getting ready to pull my head back to kiss me again or holding me in place, but the slight scratch of her nails on my scalp was heaven.
“I wasn’t really thinking it was selfish because I was enjoying it, but I won’t argue with your new idea.”
While she spoke, I was already trailing the tip of my tongue across her chest to her other nipple, about to give it the same attention as the other one. I usually didn’t have the patience to play like this, but Sadie was anything but ordinary to me. It didn’t matter what it was, she created a normal for me that went against what I knew, and it opened up a whole new world for me.
Sadie Odessa Dahl wasn’t only my drug, but my new way of life.
And I wanted to keep her for as long as I could.
Feeling the hard nub hit my lips, I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it with increasing pressure with my tongue, smiling inside when I felt her shudder.
“Why are they so sensitive? I can rub the sponge over them in the shower, and nada. But you do that, and I’m ready to throw my knickers in the bin and get funky.”
‘Get funky’? I’d need to revisit that at a later date because that sounded kind of fun. Right now, though, I was going to test her sensitive claim.
Gently, I rubbed my teeth across it, not wanting to hurt her but wanting to know how much she could take. When I realized I couldn’t see her properly from how I was bent over, I dropped down to my knees, not releasing her nipple to do it. This time when I bit gently on it, I watched as her head fell back and was able to see the goosebumps spread across her chest. Goosebumps were a good sign, so I did it again.
“Elijah, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna…” she trailed off, leaving me hanging.
Reluctantly releasing it, I blew across the turgid peak, making it tighten even more. “You’re gonna what, pixie?”
Blowing one last breath across it, I sucked it back between my lips, tugging on it at the same time as rubbing my teeth gently on either side. I got the answer to my question when Sadie stiffened, her nails scraping my scalp as she tightened her fingers in my hair, and then a low moan burst out of her.
I’d made her come just by playing with her nipple. Fucking amazing!
I wish I could’ve watched her face, but instead, I drew it out for her by playing with the neglected one with my hand at the same time. When the shudders left her, I lifted my head and watched as her eyes hazy met mine.
“I’m a loser,” she whispered through a smile. “But that was fucking outstanding.”
Huffing out a laugh, I picked her up and moved her up the bed so her head was resting on the pillows.
“Are you ready for more?”
Now, here’s where I should’ve been more responsible. Putting a condom on when you’ve got piercings is risky but doable. Putting it on drunk when you’ve got piercings is also dangerous but possible, so long as you’re careful. When she nodded and started tugging her panties down, I followed suit with my sweats and kicked them off before reaching over to where my wallet was sitting on the side table.