Playfully slapping his arm, I laugh. “Shut up.”
He pulls back, and I just gaze at him. He’s gorgeous. Unbelievably so, and I can’t help but think about how unfair it is for him to look this good.
I can’t wait any longer. I have to taste him. And I finally get an up-close look at his pierced cock.
Sliding off the bed, I kneel between his legs. I glance up at him, and he’s watching, biting down so hard on his lip that I’m surprised he hasn’t drawn blood.
I kiss the base of his cock, feeling his pulse on my lips through the shaft before running my tongue up the underside. Reaching the tip, I flick my tongue over the piercing, watching him as I experiment to see what he likes.
His body shivers, and I do it again, a little bolder this time. The metal is cool, which is interesting considering how hot his skin is. I wrap my hand around his base and take him fully into my mouth, working slowly until I find exactly what he likes.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Decker groans, his fingers massaging my scalp.
My tongue swirls around his head, flicking the barbell there. It’s an interruption to the normally smooth skin, and every time I do it, I get a satisfying hiss from Decker. Followed by a moan.
This is even better than I imagined it would be.
I take him all the way down, intrigued by the feeling of metal at the back of my throat. He doesn’t try to force himself further than I’m willing to take him.
He lets me stay in control. Let’s me set the pace and do what I want.
I suck on just the tip, my hand stroking his shaft before I take him all the way into my mouth again. I continue to alternate this, loving the way he moans and writhes against me. How his body tenses and relaxes.
“Oh, fuck, Holly. Stop, baby,” he moans, even as his body tenses. “I don’t want the first time I come with you to be in your mouth.”
I release him and tilt my head. He stands there, head bent and staring at me in awe. “It’s not the first time,” I remind him.
“It’s the first time since I’ve been able to call you mine. Fuck, you have no idea how hot you look right now.”
“How hot?”
Growling, he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed before he climbs on top of me. He stops for just a moment and gazes down at my body. Almost like he’s memorizing every inch of me, and I’ve never felt sexier in my life.
His mouth claims mine while his hands rub in all the right places.
My chest.
My stomach.
Between my legs.
“Almost too hot to handle, baby,” he whispers. “Are you on birth control?”
“Since I was seventeen.”
“Good,” he says.
He rubs my clit while he kisses my neck before slipping his fingers down and inserting two inside. My hips buck as he finger fucks me, his thumb circling my clit.
God, he’s good at this. One of the benefits of loving a playboy.
His fingers disappear, and I pout. A smile appears on his face as he positions himself at my entrance, looking into my eyes before sliding into me.
“Fuck, you’re wet. I almost forgot how good you feel.”
The first thrust is slow, careful, but after that, rhythm takes over. He rocks into me, grinding his hips so the piercing rubs just the right spot. Correction—both piercings rub just the right spot.
I need to remember to thank him for getting these piercings when we’re done. Best decision he’s ever made.
