My already half-hard dick is now fully erect.
I strip out of my clothes, only leaving on the black mesh crop top with "Heart Breaker" scrawled across the chest in holographic letters. The fabric barely counts as clothing, teasingly sheer, my nipples hard and visible through the material. I glance down, tracing a finger over one of them, smirking.
Maybe it’s time to get them pierced. Bet that’d drive Zach insane.
Grabbing the collar, I fasten it around my neck, my dick twitching the second the material touches me. Guess wearing this thing so often has conditioned me in all the best—and dirtiest—ways.
I run my fingers over the D-ring, exhaling deeply. The only piece that’s missing is the leash. If only Zach hadn’ttaken it with him that night. No clue where he’d even keep it.
Tempting as it is to try and find it, I don't have time to search through his drawers. I'm on a tight schedule.
Reaching back into my bag, I pull out a suction cup dildo—well-loved but still ready for action—and a bottle of lube. After slicking up my fingers, I press one inside, the stretch both familiar and satisfying.
I take my time, teasing myself as I work in a second finger, then a third, scissoring them slowly. My breaths come heavier, but I don’t rush it. This isn't about getting off. It's about driving Zach absolutely out of his fucking mind.
Satisfied with my prep work, I slide my fingers out and grab the dildo, then give the suction cup a quick lick to make sure it sticks properly. I press it firmly against the floor near the foot of Zach’s bed and stare at the seven inches of silicone glory standing at attention. It’s not as impressive as Zach’s pierced masterpiece, but hey, it’ll get the job done.
My thighs burn as I sink down onto the toy after slicking it up, and fuck if the stretch doesn't feel incredible. I've barely started a rhythm when the door to the dorm opens.
Show time.
Heavy footsteps approach, then halt abruptly. I arch my back, tilting my hips to give him the perfect view of where the dildo stretches me open, sliding up and down with obscene ease. My head turns, lashes fluttering as I peer over my shoulder.
Zach stands in the doorway, his gym bag sliding off his shoulder to hit the floor with a thud. His steel-gray eyes are dark and intense as they rake over my body. His nostrils flare, his jaw twitching slightly.
Giving him a slow, wicked smile, I roll my hips in a deliberate, filthy rhythm, the dildo sinking in deeper. A breathy moan slips past my lips, this one not exaggerated in the slightest. "See something you like?"
"What do you think you're doing?" His tone is low and measured but with a gravelly undertone.
I lean forward, grinding harder on the toy, biting my bottom lip to keep a moan from spilling out as the angle shifts just right. "Since you wouldn’t fuck me after our date, I had to take matters into my own hands. Or should I say, into my own ass?"
Zach’s jaw clenches, the muscle ticking like a warning light, and his eyes darken to something feral. He steps forward, slow and deliberate. "Keep going."
"Too scared to join in?" I slow my movements deliberately, barely rocking on the toy. “Or did someonegive you bad advice again? Did they tell you to wait three days or some shit?”
His chest rises and falls faster than usual as he reaches out, wrapping a hand around my throat just above the collar. He leans over, his lips brushing against my ear. "Put more effort into it. Show me what a desperate slut you are. I know you can ride that dildo better."
My head tips back as his grip tightens slightly, and I pick up the pace, bouncing harder on the toy. The stretch is perfect, the friction igniting every nerve ending. “Bet you wish it was your fat dick in my ass.”
When he lets go, I almost cry out at the loss of his touch until he steps to the side and pushes down his maroon joggers just low enough to free his dick. “What did I tell you about that sassy mouth?”
“Shut it or you’ll fuck it.” I bite my bottom lip and wink at him.
My gaze drops to the metal balls of his Jacob's Ladder, and my mouth waters. He wraps a hand around the base and rubs the head across my lips, smearing precum across them. My tongue darts out for a taste, but he pulls back just enough to deny me.
"Fucking tease." I growl, trying to chase his dick with my tongue as I rock harder on the dildo, my tight asshole clenching around the thick shaft.
"Open."
"Wait.” I slow for a second, and stare directly into his eyes. "Three taps on your thigh means stop. That way you don't have to read my body language and you'll know for sure if I need you to stop."
Something flickers across his face—surprise, maybe even gratitude—then he nods. We're learning each other, finding ways to work with our issues instead of around them.
I open wide and he pushes in, the metal of his piercings dragging along my tongue, the sensation a sharp contrast to the heat of his dick sliding between my lips.
He starts with slow, shallow thrusts that have me whining for more. The dual penetration drives me wild, my own neglected erection throbbing and leaking. I can feel every ridge and vein of his shaft as he fucks my face, using my mouth for his pleasure.
"Such a greedy cock sleeve, taking it from both ends like a little slut. Bet your cock is drooling all over my floor."
