Even half-plumped, his dark uncut cock hangs down his thigh and is way thicker than mine. I clench my hole, a little terrified but a lot fucking turned on.
“Hm, curious,” he says, thumbing my nipples through my T-shirt. “Let’s see what you’ve got under here.”
He pulls up my shirt, his hands once again squeezing my little bit of belly.
“Nice,” he says, drifting his hands to thumb the thick rings with heavy beads hanging from my nipples. “Are you used to these? Or do they turn you on all day long?”
“Depends on the situation. Ah…” I pause, arching into the sensation. “Um…ah…When I’m in a…oh shit…a clinical moment, I make sure I’m…fuck, that feels so good…present for whatever my clients need to say.”
“What about non-clinical moments?” he asks, dipping to pull a nipple and its piercing into his hot mouth, alternating suckling on the pebbled flesh and using his teeth to tug on the hardware. “Are you more aware of them then?”
I whimper, nodding as he moves to the second nipple.
“Yeah…ah, ah, ah…when I’m alone, I’m more…aware.” My hand curves around his head, pulling him closer, silently begging for more. “I use heavier gauge piercings so I can enjoy the weight.”
“You obviously like it when someone plays with them, pulls on them,” he says, sucking hard.
“Mm-hmm.”
“What about if someone twists them? Do you like that?”
“Love it. Obviously, you have to be careful, but that’s why I got them. It feels…” I catch my breath as he pinches each ring between his index fingers and thumbs, pulling and twisting gently. “Fucking amazing.”
“Is that why you got all of your intimate piercings? Because they bring you more pleasure?”
“In the right hands, yes.”
8
JAVIER
Levy’s brow rises as he lays down the challenge, and I am more than happy to rise to the occasion. He’s an amazing man, accomplished, well educated, complex.
I’m not surprised people assume he wants to be in charge, but he just admitted my favorite thing: he wants to be taken care of. Sure, this has the potential to get a little complicated, considering I can’t stay in the United States for very long. This can’t go anywhere, but after a day like today, I’m grateful he’s as on board as I am. I need to cuddle him, edge him, fuck him, and let him be the one I can make it all better for.
Laying him out on the bed, I step back and admire his colorful, scruffy aesthetic. His beard is a little unkempt and his hair could use a trim, but his ink is beautiful, mostly black-and-gray geometric designs. A beautiful geometric piece adorns his throat and a tiny cluster of fine-line retro eight-pointed stars hug his hairline, curving from the top of his cheekbone around his brow. Dotwork roses and skulls with the same geometric designs grace the backs of his hands, and his knuckle tattoos spell out H-O-P-E and L-O-V-E.
“You’re built like a brawler. Well-developed chest and arms, strong in the legs, with a bit of softness in the belly. Intimidating if we were fighting one another, but adorable as fuck spread out on my bed.”
His soft smile tells me I’ve said the right thing.
“Hands and knees,” I say. A command, but not.
His deep breath and immediate acquiescence feed something in me. The gorgeous designs continue down his back and legs. I like that he is a little on the taller side, a little on the broader side. More importantly, I am taller and broader than he is, so I can cover his back with my body, pressing my front into him.
We stay like that for a few moments, my body draped over his, swaying on our hands and knees, as my cock runs over his hanging balls.
“Do we need to be quiet?” I ask, mesmerized by the patterns on his skin.Sacred geometry, I think it’s called.
“Probably. I don’t think he’ll wake up, but we should try to keep it down.”
“Okay, I’ll try,” I promise, reaching under him to flick his heavy-hanging nipple piercings.
My cock nudges underneath his sac, running alongside his shaft as we rock forward and back, enjoying the sway of our bodies. Letting him hold my weight, I bring my hands to both nipples, tugging, flicking.
“You still good?”
He nods, breathing heavily.
