“Is my weight too much for you?”
Levy shakes his head. “I’m just trying not to come all over your bed.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
I pop his heavy nipple rings again, enough to get them to swing back and forth while I cup his belly and thrust between his thighs, glancing over his taint piercing. Coating my fingers in lube, I slide my hand down and jack him, sliding his cockhead piercing back and forth.
“Do you ever wear heavier gauges on your cock piercings?”
“Yessss,” he hisses.
“So you can secretly be turned on while running errands and cleaning house?”
“Not always practical, but I love it.”
I’m half-tempted to make him get out his heavier gauges so we can really play, but…I don’t know if I can wait much longer. Pulling away, I tap his hip. “Turn over.”
He looks back. “Really?”
“Unless you prefer doggy.”
“I like it, but I miss eye contact.”
“Me too. Some men prefer casual sex to be as impersonal as possible, but I don’t mind getting a little personal.”
He turns on his back, his kind brown eyes meeting mine. “Neither do I.”
Truth be told, the glans piercing makes me want to slide down his hard cock, but tonight is about taking care of him. We can take care of me another night.
Thumbing his taint piercing, I press my lubed middle finger inside him, loving how he arches to meet me. I add a second finger, and he grimaces even as he pushes back on me, forcing me deeper.
“Not too painful?”
He shakes his head. “I like a bite of pain.”
I scoop my fingers and thumb his piercing until his thick cock is ramrod straight and leaking onto his belly.
“Close,” he says, his voice strangled, practically pleading with me.
I slide my fingers from his tight clutch, and he groans.
“Machiavelli,” he snarls playfully.
“I’m not hurting you. I’m building it up for you.”
“Okay, sure. But you’re also torturing me.”
I lower my body onto his, letting him take my full weight as I kiss him and grind against him. “That’s not a complaint, is it?”
He shakes his head.
“That’s what I thought.”
When his cock has sufficiently calmed down, I slowly, carefully, push three thick fingers into his greedy little hole.
“Three?” he gasps. “Aren’t we fancy now?”
I respond by twisting and curving my fingers, making him arch from the bed again.
