He laughed as though my question were stupid.“Justsit here?Not a fucking chance, not when I’ve got a show like this in front of me.Don’t worry, though, no matter what a pervert I am, I’m not about to touch someone who doesn’t want it.”He undid his pants with a quick jerk of his fingers, then pulled down the zipper.They were loose pants, which meant the fabric moved down enough for him to draw his cock from them—my first time seeing him like that.
And I could understand how he got so many willing partners.He was thick and long, with a line of piercings that ran up the bottom of his shaft.
What the hell?
“I hear it feels fucking fantastic,” he all but growled, his hand already moving along his shaft.“At least, I’ve never gotten any complaints when I’ve fucked someone with these.”He dragged his fingers over each piercing, the action drawing my attention like a lure.
I shivered, which made me realize I’d started to move my fingers against my clit again without even noticing.It was like the sight of him turned me on so much that I couldn’t help it, sucked into the moment by the promise in his voice and the sudden dryness in my mouth.
Maybe I should have put an end to this, should have drawn clearer lines between us, held those lines as I had typically always done before.Except, that proved impossible.
I guided him at the same time, the action instinctual and driving up my need more.As the corruption poured into me, I didn’t bother to ignore it as I usually did, didn’t try to shove the sensations and cravings into a tiny box buried inside me so deeply that I couldn’t access it.
Why not experience it just this once?Just let myself fall into that abyss, no matter how terrifying, how difficult?
I didn’t bother to even hide my interest—what was the point in doing that when he could see exactly how much I wanted this—and watched him.Somehow, the movement of his hand over his cock was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
Why?
The sight of anyone—clothed or unclothed—hadn’t ever done a thing for me.
There had been a time, back before everything had changed, when I’d thought—maybe?It hadn’t been interest so much as curiosity, a desire to know something that I hadn’t experienced.
As a preteen, and into my early teen years, I’d seen what most kids did—brief glimpses of movies where they showed people naked.
That had been rather innocent, though—nothing like this.
And those men hadn’t looked anything like Ingram, either.
His shirt rode up, exposing his stomach, the muscles standing out sharply, showing just how little fat he had.Tattoos rested over that skin, making me wonder if there was a bit of him unadorned by tattoos or piercings.Some were colorful, others monochrome, some with bright lines and others faded, suggesting they’d been added years ago.
It made me want to have him stripped entirely, to trace the line of each tattoo, to see him in all his glory.I wanted the time to taste him, to savor every inch of him, to do as I pleased for once.
I lacked the bravery for that, so instead I allowed my gaze to take him in, at least what little I could see.
“That look you have…”
His voice came out thick and heady, something I wanted to feel whispered against my ear.I craved the feeling of someone wanting me, of losing myself.
I imagined it as I teased my clit, chasing the sensations that drew me closer to my release.
In my mind, I wasn’t broken, wasn’t a shell of the person I could have been.Instead, I welcomed Ingram, both of us hungry for the same thing, willing to find that pleasure in each other, capable of giving ourselves over to it.
He’d be rough—I was sure of it.Nothing about him screamed gentle, after all.He had the experience to turn my own body against me, and I wanted him to expend every bit of that knowledge on me.
“You know, I could fuck you.Guarantee you’d enjoy it, that I wouldn’t stop until you had your fill.Could waste away the boring fucking hours here doing something a lot more fun.”
I shook my head but kept my hand moving, stroking over my sensitive clit, wishing for a moment that I’d packed all ’the toys Ingram had’ left for me.A vibrator right about now would have easily gotten the job done, pushing me over that edge without nearly as much work.
“You sure are taking your time,” Ingram said.“You fuck yourself like a girl not used to doing it.”
I turned my gaze from his, unable to stop the shame there.Not even good at this, huh?
“Look at me.”The words were rumbled out, a demand that had me looking right at him.“You really don’t have much experience, huh?Ain’t making fun of you, just pointing it out.Fuck, it’s a turn-on.I’m not usually into virgins or prudes, but something about you makes me think I might have had that all turned around.Come on, sweetheart, do whatever feels good.I want to watch you get yourself off, see how you figure out what feels best, what you like, what you don’t.Make it easier when you finally let me between those thighs of yours.”
Normally, words like that would cause me to freak out, would repel me, make me want to run.The way he spoke made my cunt twitch in desperation, wanting something that had been denied to me my whole life.
He stared, and I wondered if he could tell the effect his voice had on me.Did he know it excited me?Did he realize how close to begging him I felt?
