Chapter 331: Lunch
*Got any lunch plans? I want you for lunch. – Pagan*
The forge was being repaired and the fab shop was closed for the day. Of course, Pagan had to be there since he was the shop foreman. Steve, the repairman, stated that he had to go pick up a new part from his shop. He apologized and said that he would be back in a few hours.
Grinning, Pagan called Shiloh. Fifteen minutes later, he met her at her house. They had reached an understanding, of sorts. They were friends.
The benefits were kept away from the girls.
Whenever the girls were around, there was no affection, no hand holding, no stolen kisses. And after that first night, no snuggling.
Which meant that lunch time was quickly becoming a favorite time of day. But even that had complications. Work conflicts. Family obligations. Site work. Club obligations.
Days like today, long lunch for him, and a day off for her, were not squandered.
The bottom door had been unlocked and she stood at the top of the stairs in an open doorway. The first thing he saw was the six-inch red stilettos. His eyes swept upwards to take in the black fishnet stockings.
They ended on her thighs, the band just peeking out from beneath the baby doll. It was bright red with black lace trim and ribbons. Her breasts were barely contained in the cups, and he ached to touch them.
The coordinating robe that she wore went all the way to her feet. It hung open, hiding nothing and everything at the same time. He could just make out the faint outline of a garter belt beneath the sheer material.
This woman was driving him crazy, and he had not even reached the top of the stairs yet.
“Woman.” He growled as he practically ran up the last half of the stairs, taking two at a time.
“Man.” She grinned back at him as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pushed the door closed with the other hand.
Pagan kicked the door behind him to make sure it closed completely. As their lips crashed together, Shiloh wrapped herself around him.
“Fuck, that’s sexy.” He murmured as he cupped her ass, finding only the garter belt under the lingerie.
“Good.” She pulled his cotton t-shirt over his head.
Helping her with her task, he dropped the black material on the floor. The wooden dining table was cold under her bare skin. She started to move off it, but Pagan was already kneeling before her. He pulled her to the edge and spread her legs wide open.
“Pussy. The meal of fucking champions.”
Her laugh turned to a moan as he ran the tip of his tongue along her seam from the top to bottom. His tongue made a few quick circles around her ass, teasing and making a silent promise.
“Pagan.” Shiloh breathed out heavily.
Biting down on her clit, just behind her ring, and tugged gently. Sliding two fingers inside her, he began to pump in and out of her. Angling his wrist and fingers just right, he began to tease her inside and out.
As she moaned again, he hummed in response. Looking up, he watched as she untied the baby doll.Meeting his eyes, she cupped her breasts and began to massage them.
Pagan had to remind himself to breath as he watched her lift her breast and lathe her nipple with her tongue. He groaned in appreciation as she used her tongue to pull the chain hanging from the bar in her nipple into her mouth.
Shiloh used her teeth to tug on the chain. Juices gushed out, covering his face and hand. Releasing the chain, she moved her attention to the other nipple and chain.
The silver chain with the red gemstone glistened against her creamy skin. Pagan knew that he was not going to last long now.
Standing up, he undid his pants and grabbed the condom out of his pocket before pushing his jeans and underwear down. Shiloh let the chain fall from her mouth as she grabbed the condom. She was kissing him and sucking her juices from his beard, and he toyed with the small bars and chains himself.
Carefully sliding the condom on over his piercings, she stroked him up and down. He was only vaguely aware of a strange new pressure at the base of his cock. He didn’t think much about it as she was guiding him into her.
“Lay back.” He ordered gruffly and she complied. “Play with your tits.”
Shiloh palmed the large orbs, sliding a finger into the V of the chains. She twisted and tugged on them, arching her back in pleasure.
“Pagan!”
“Fuck yeah!” he panted as he used the heels of her fuck me shoes to hold her legs wide open.
Pushing forward with his body, her ownbody curved slightly as he manipulated her legs. The new angle rubbed his piercings along her clit and ring. She writhed and arched against the table as an orgasm ripped a loud scream out of her.
“God, yes. Keep going baby.” Pagan demanded as he thrust hard into her.
Angling his hips just right, he fucked her hard with a single goal in mind. His strokes were deep, hard and fast. They were both rewarded with her body tensing with another orgasm as she squirted her juices all over his cock and abdomen.
It took a few minutes for her body to quit trembling. When she was finally able to focus her vision again, she saw a very proud smile on his face.
“Never did that before?”
Shaking her head no, she slid a hand down between them. She did something and the pressure around his cock disappeared. It was his turn for his eyes to cross and vision to blur.
His whole body shook as he emptied himself into the condom. Releasing her heels, Pagan braced himself on the table just before he collapsed.
“Fuck.” He muttered as his arms gave out and he was laying on top of her. “I don’t know what you did, but fuck that was intense.”
“I guess you’ve never used a cock ring before?”
He pushed up onto his forearms to look down at her. “No. Always thought that was for old guys that had a hard time keeping it up.”
Shiloh cupped his face in her hands as she leaned up to kiss him. “Nope.” She smiled against his lips. “I’ll have to get one that vibrates.”
“Against your clit?” He asked giving her light kisses.
“Against your balls.” She grinned.
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