God, this wasn’t fair.
His cock was utterly delicious looking, thicker and longer than I anticipated. It had a flared pink head and a few protruding veins running down it, and he kept himself trimmed, which placed his heavy balls on display. His hand circled the base, and his chubbed-up semi was attractive as fuck. God, he probably looked like a dream fully erect.
“How’s your pain tolerance?” I asked.
“I’m a carpenter, so I’ve worked through quite a few ‘accidental piercings’ from loose nails,” he said, lifting up his free hand to show off a mark in the center of his palm.
“What the fuck is that, the stigmata?” A laugh exploded out of me. Wyatt’s grin widened, and the peek of his white teeth while he gripped his cock—ngh, bury me now. And his heavy scruff? Fuck, the scratch of it would feel so good against my skin. I’d be getting off to the thought of him tonight. And since he was single, I wouldn’t have an ounce of guilt.
“All right, bring your pants down a little farther and take a seat on the table there,” I said, sinking into work mode. As much as I’d love to flirt with him and admire his cock, I didn’t get to do genital piercings as often as I liked, so I was eager for any chance to flex those skills.
Wyatt dragged his pants down, exposing more of those delicious tanned, furred thighs. Fuck, he was a wet dream. He hopped up onto the table with ease, placing his palms down on either side of him. His cock had gotten a little more erect in the meanwhile, and that only drew my attention to it further.
“Do you need me soft for this, or…” he started. One of the things I loved about piercing was how it leveled the playing field. In so many situations, I felt like a complete mess, but in this sphere, when people came to me for my expertise, I excelled. And that gave me a boost of serotonin I craved.
“Nah, you’re fine,” I said. “Plus, an erection won’t last once the pain sets in—unless you like the pain, of course.”
“If it’s anything like getting a nail driven into my hand…yeah, don’t think I’ll be a huge fan,” he joked back. Goddamn, Wyatt gave off major DILF energy, and even though he was probably straight, I could daydream. Once I got the job done at least.
“All right, and I’ll be putting in a bent barbell to start. Unless there’s another type of jewelry you wanted to discuss?” I headed over to the counter to set out the items I needed. My forceps were in the autoclave, but I snagged the box of gloves and alcohol wipes as well as the marker. Once I got the jewelry laid out, I tugged on a clean pair of gloves and picked up an alcohol wipe. “Ready to start?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he said, a bit of those nerves returning. Those, I could manage.
“So, tell me,” I said while ripping open the alcohol wipe. “What inspired you to get a Prince Albert?” I approached his cock, and myfilthy thoughts faded to the background as work mode set in. I wiped down the surface, focusing on the area I was about to pierce. Then I grabbed the marker and labeled the areas. This was one of those piercings that took not only precision but skill, and I reveled in the chance to show off my chops. “Take a look at the marks. If you’re comfortable with them, we’ll start.”
“I got divorced about six months ago,” he said as he examined the spots I’d marked out. “Yeah, they look good.” He let out a heavy breath. “Susie and I had gotten married so young, had a kid so young, and for a good chunk of our relationship, we were coasting. More like parenting as friends rather than anything more. So, when we decided to finally call it quits, I had a list of shit I’d never gotten to do when I was younger.”
“And a PA was on your list?” I said. “I approve.” I nabbed the needle and forceps from the autoclave, placing the forceps next to the jewelry on the sterilized mat. Something about the scent of disinfectant sparked the happy sensors in my brain. I stepped in front of him, the needle in hand. “Take a deep breath for me, okay? If you’re used to dealing with nail injuries, this’ll just be a light pinch.”
I winked as Wyatt sucked in a shaky inhale. “Let out the breath.”
Then I plunged the needle in. To my surprise, he didn’t make a peep, even though he did the regular body freeze-up from the sudden shock of pain. From there, I moved fast, grabbing the forceps to keep the skin steady while I slid the jewelry through.
“Fuck, that hurt,” he swore low.
My lip twitched. “You handled it well. Most would be howling. Come on over to the sink. We’ll need to rinse off the area, sterilize it again, and then bandage it.”
He complied, and I brought him over to the sink, rinsing the residual blood away and then applying more disinfectant before I grabbedthe gauze and wrapped him up. Shame I wouldn’t get another view, because damn, his cock was going to look so pretty pierced.
“Now comes the laundry list of aftercare,” I said, stepping away to give him some breathing room. Usually after a pain shock like that, people needed to process in their own way. “You’re going to need to keep your piercing clean over the next four weeks and change the bandage daily. Soak the pierced area in a saline solution twice each time—we have some recommended product up front—and pat the area dry before reapplying the bandage. Don’t dunk the piercing site into water for the foreseeable future, and stick to mild soap, water, and saline. Wait until the initial pain calms down before you masturbate or have oral, anal, or vaginal sex. If you do have sex with a partner, make sure to use a condom.”
“Well, luckily for me, I don’t have to worry about the partner thing,” he joked. “I’m a divorced old guy.”
I arched a brow. “Hot young thing like you? Yeah, you’ll be drawing people left and right—especially with your flashy new piercing.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Is it normal to be starving after a piercing?”
“Yeah, adrenaline rush and crash,” I said. “Make sure to eat up.” As if on cue, my stomach rumbled. He smirked.
Nyx popped her head in. “Not to rush you, but Owen told us to close up shop after you’re done. Snow isn’t terrible, but it’s not stopping, and no one else has booked in tonight.”
“Perfect timing,” I said. “We’re wrapping up here.” Nyx slipped away, and I returned my focus to Wyatt.
“Want to grab a bite?” Wyatt asked, and then he scrubbed his face with his palm. “Fuck, not like in any unprofessional way, just—you seem hungry too, and I hate eating at places alone.”
I swallowed hard. Just act casual. Wyatt wanted a buddy to get food with, and by some miracle he was asking me.
Spending more time with the hottie who happened to be my best friend’s dad?
