I reached the bottom piercing, then returned to his tip, wrapping my hand around his base instead. "Fine by me. I missed you like crazy, Max." I closed my lips over his tip, sucking briefly then letting go. "So, here's the deal. If they come home and happen to find us in here, then they can either watch or leave but no touching until you say so."
I took him into my mouth again, sucking deeper and stroking gently with my hand, and his hips bucked up to meet my touch.
"Deal," he agreed on a groan. "But you have no idea how badly I want to sink my cock into you right now, beautiful girl."
Based on the way his hand had just clasped the back of my head, coaxing me to take him deeper as his hips bucked up, I'd say I had a pretty good idea.
I was gentle with his new hardware at first, not wanting to hurt him, but it quickly became clear that I wasn't hurting him at all. Or if I was, he was into it.
Pushing up on my toes out of the water, I braced my free hand on his hip, holding him still as I sucked him off. My tongue explored every curve of his piercings, marveling at the contrast between hard metal and soft flesh, until his breathing grew ragged and his fingers clutched at my shoulder.
"Hellcat, baby, please. If you keep going, I'm going to come down your throat, and I really, really want to come inside your incredible cunt."
Well, with a request like that, how was a girl to refuse?
I gave his cock one last stroke, then released him and retreated back into the warm water of the pool with an invitation painted all over my face.
Steele was no idiot; he slid back into the water like a merman chasing tail and closed the gap between us in just a few quick strides. An involuntary peel of laughter escaped me as he pounced.
My feet slipped from under me on the pool tiles, and for a moment we both went under—again—but this time I latched my legs around his waist. When we popped back up, he gave me barely a second to draw a breath before his lips were on mine, his mouth dominating and possessive as he kissed me like a starving man.
I moaned into his kiss, pressing my body closer as he walked us across the pool. By the time my back touched tiles, his cock was lined up and I was damn near begging for it.
"Yes," I breathed as he released my lips and shifted my legs higher around his waist. It gave him the perfect angle, and words failed me again as he started pushing inside, piercings and all.
Fuck me dead. Whoever had suggested the Jacob's Ladder needed a goddamn medal or something. Maybe a statue erected in his honor. Because fucking Steele with eight bar piercings studding his cock was like nothing I'd ever felt. In a really good way.
"Is that okay?" Steele asked me hesitantly as he fully seated his cock inside me. I made a pathetic little mewing sound—the kind of sound I'd probably mock a book heroine for, but clearly it was an acceptable reaction to fucking a guy with a heavily pierced cock. I'd remember that in the future.
I nodded frantically, not totally sure what noises would come out if I tried to speak. Instead, I conveyed my meaning of fuck yes, it's more than okay by biting his neck and bucking my hips to get him moving.
Steele chuckled one of those totally masculine laughs that I'd only ever heard mid-sex. The kind of laugh that said he knew exactly what kind of power he was holding over my orgasm, and he loved it.
"Well then," he murmured, bringing one of his hands up to clasp my face and bringing my lips back to his. "I love you, Hellcat." He said it in a husky whisper, then saved me the need to reply as he withdrew all the way to his tip and slammed back in a whole lot faster than the last time. Then he proceeded to set a pace that made my toes curl, my throat go hoarse, and my fingernails claw raw lines out of his back. His piercings acted like a ribbed condom on crack... then supersized. It was insane, and I was one hundred percent a fan.
Like, really a big fan. So much that I wasn't even remotely prepared when my orgasm hit. I came hard, clinging to Steele like a lifeline as my cunt tightened and pulsed around him, then my hips rolled, begging for more.
"Fuck, Hellcat," Steele groaned, kissing me long and hard and letting his tongue stud echo what his dick was doing inside me. "I can't... it's been so freaking long and—"
"Do it," I ordered him, my breathing ragged and my voice rough from screaming. "Come in me, Max. Then take me back to your room and show me what those piercings are like from all the other positions."
He groaned hard at that suggestion. His pace increased until a second later his cock slammed deep into me, his hot cum filling me as his tongue found mine once more.
For a long moment we just stayed like that, kissing each other like we had all the time in the world. The warm water of the pool mixed with my post-orgasm haze was all kinds of relaxing.
"Come on," he murmured after a while. "We should get upstairs before we’re seen. I have so very many ways I want to fuck you tonight, Hellcat."
I gave a short laugh, pressing my forehead against his with my arms still around his neck. "Making up for lost time, Max Steele? Or marking your territory?"
His lopsided grin was unapologetic. "Both."
I shrugged. "Fine by me."
We waded over to the steps to get out, and I made my way over to the lounge chair where I'd dropped my towel and robe. Steele had other plans, though. Instead drying off and putting my robe back on, I found myself flat on my back with his mouth between my legs as he showed me all the benefits of his tongue piercing as well.
Breathy strings of curses fell from my lips as he sucked and licked at my already swollen clit, teasing me to the edge of another orgasm. My hands clutched at his head, my nails digging into his scalp as I pulled him tighter against my cunt, desperate for more.
He delivered on my silent plea, slipping his fingers into my aching pussy, filling me and fucking me as his tongue stud worked over my clit.
My head fell back on the lounge chair as my orgasm raced up, my breath gasping and my hips bucking. From the corner of my eye I caught the door to the pool room open, but paid it no mind. Staff were usually gone by this time, and if it was one of the other guys... too bad.
"Steele," I moaned, "I'm so close."
Like that was what he was waiting to hear, he did this... thing with his tongue piercing that bordered on pain but sent me hurtling into an instant, mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm.
This time it took me twice as long to come back to earth, and Steele seemed in no hurry as he kissed every inch of my available skin, ending at my lips.
"I don't think I can walk," I complained against his lips, tasting myself and finding it was only turning me on again.
He kissed the tip of my nose. "I'll carry you then."
I grinned and didn't complain as he scooped me up in his arms. He didn't bother covering either of us up with towels or robes, just carried me out of the pool room totally naked.
"Steele!" I hissed in shock as he passed through the double doors. "What if Steinwick is still here?"
Steele hesitated a moment, looking concerned. Then shook his head. "In that case, let's hurry."
He all but ran through the house with me in his arms, both of us totally naked, until we reached his room—thankfully, unseen. Not that it would have been so bad for me; all my bits were covered by the way he held me. They'd have had one hell of an eyeful of his studded cock, though.