He laughed, a low rumble that vibrated a place deep inside me. “Baby, that was only the aperitif. I’ve barely started yet.” With a gentle shove, he pushed me onto the couch, but instead of following, he stood there, staring. Or I should saydevouring,just as he promised.
Bracing both arms behind my head, I slowly ran my gaze over him, lingering on that enormous dick with the five silver barbells running through it. I’d had sex once with a guy who had a King’s Crown but never a Jacob’s Ladder.
“Did it hurt?”
He followed my gaze to his groin, then looked back up at me, grinning. “Stung a bit.”
“Why did you do it?”
For a few seconds he said nothing. Well done, Aspen. Talk about killing the vibe.
“It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to tell me. Come here.” I held out my arms, but he remained standing.
“Control,” he eventually said. “When my world got turned upside down, and my mind was a fucking mess, that pain, that choice? It was mine. Took two months to do all five, and four months before it fully healed.”
It was obvious which time in his life he was referring to. His reasoning made sense. When the world was spinning out of control, people often turned to what might be considered extreme activities to regain a semblance of stability which had been ripped from them.
“Ever thought of getting your clit done?”
Eyes widening, I clamped my legs together at the mere thought. “Not a chance.”
He chuckled. “I’ll work on persuading you.”
Good luck with that.“As fascinating as it is to talk about your dick piercing, and notwithstanding it was me who brought it up, I’d rather feel it inside me.”
“I fucking love how direct you are.”
“Some guys are threatened by it.”
Yet one more reason I hadn’t had sex in a long while. I couldn’t be anyone other than who I was, nor would I ever change to suit someone else. But it had often crossed my mind to try to be a little less authoritative in the bedroom, to soften up and let the guy lead. Some men were fragile creatures who didn’t like having their masculinity usurped.
“That’s because they’re uncomfortable in their own skin. It’s a reflection on their lack of masculinity, not on you.”
He took the words right out of my mouth.
“You know I’m a sure bet, right? You don’t have to say all the right things to fuck me.”
He gave me another one of those smiles that literally would melt off my panties if I were wearing any.
“Don’t move.”
He walked over to where he’d left his clothes when I basically tore them from his body. For a split second, I thought he was getting dressed, and an icy blast shot through me. When he plucked a silver packet from his jeans, my entire body melted into the couch.
“You need to work on your poker face.” He tore the packet open with his teeth.
“I’ll have you know, I’m a master poker player.” Lies. I couldn’t win at the simplest card game, let alone a game of strategy like poker.
“Of course you are.” He straddled me, handing over the condom. “Put it on.”
“And you say I’m the bossy one.” I took it from him anyway, pinched the tip, and rolled it down his entire length, surprised his piercings didn’t tear through the rubber.
“You’ve had your turn at being in charge. Now it’s my turn. Be quiet, or I’ll shove my dick in your mouth to shut you up.”
A flush of excitement tightened the muscles south of my belly button. I’d never been with a guy who talked as dirty as Joz. If I’d known what a turn on it was, I’d have looked for a man like him far earlier.
Except… I didn’t think therewasa man as multi-faceted. Complicatedandtransparent, dominantandmalleable, confidentandcautious.
“You ready?” he asked, a hint of strain to his voice. “Or you wanna talk some more?” He followed up with a wink.
