He pulls in a sharp hiss of breath and I feel him nod. “Please.”
“I noticed the way you were dripping all over that pair you had on the other day. That was such a turn-on. Could I get you the kind that’s got garter straps, so I could put you in a sexy pairof fishnets? I think they’d make your legs look good when you’ve got them spread for me.”
Errol shifts in my lap to straddle my thigh, grinding against my leg. “God, Stud,” he moans.
I grin. “Just Stud is fine.” He huffs out a breathy little laugh as a thought occurs to me. “What should I call you when I’m not calling you Errol?” I tease.
He rolls his eyes at me, but there’s a smile on his face. I give him a little poke in the ribs. “Hmm? Doll? Sugar? Pumpkin?”
I’m thrown for a loop when he flinches. “Not pumpkin.” His smile vanishes and his expression turns pained. “I don’t —nothing round, OK?”
His hurt and embarrassment are almost palpable. Even though I’m not a tough guy in the slightest, I want nothing more than to take a swing at whoever made him feel so ugly and unlovable that it still lingers in his mind.
I don’t understand why the same part of me that wants to demean and debase him also wants to wrap him up in a fluffy blanket and hold him in my arms so nothing bad can ever happen to him again. I cup his chin with my hand and give him a soft kiss. “OK, no pumpkin. I promise. How aboutbabydoll? That better?”
His pupils dilate and he shifts in a way that makes me think his dick went rock-hard. “Uh-huh, yeah.” He nods. “That’s good.”
21
ERROL
Iwas supposed to be at Finn’s until closing Saturday, but a sudden squall swept through and knocked out the power late in the afternoon. The lights are still on at home but they’re flickering. It would be a perfect night to curl up and watch a movie, but the internet has gone down, so streaming something is out of the question. As rain pelts against the windows, we find another way to entertain ourselves.
Which is why we’re both naked in my bed. Straddling me on his knees, Ran plays with my nipples, gently at first, then more roughly. He loops his forefingers into the silver rings and gives them a tug, drawing a low moan out of me. “You like me pulling on these, making them hurt a little?” he asks.
I pull in a hiss of breath between my teeth as he increases the pressure. “Yeah.”
“I wish you didn’t have your nipples pierced,” he says suddenly.
My heart sinks. “I thought you liked them!”
“Oh, I do, I do,” he says quickly. “They’re sexy as hell. But I kind of wishIcould’ve taken you to get them done —I think it would be hot if you’d gotten them doneforme.”
“Fuck,” I murmur. A thought strikes me and I still, my lips parted. “Oh, I know what.” I feel a flush of heat in my cheeks and a throb of arousal in my groin. “I could get something else pierced. You know, just for you.”
Ran looks surprised. “What? Really? You’d do that?”
Nerves flutter in my belly, but I nod anyway. “Um, yeah. I would. I think it would be hot.”
He looks at my cock and huffs out a laugh. “Well, I can see you’re not lying. What do you think you’d get done?”
My mind had already been racing through the possibilities. “Tongue, maybe? I think those heal pretty quick.”
“Hmm.” Ran strokes his chin. “I kind of like the idea of your tongue having a bead on it for extra stimulation, but I think I might like it if you did something… more than that.”
He clearly thought of something the instant I brought up the idea, because he climbs off me and reaches for his phone. “It’s easier to just show you this than try to describe it.” He glances at me with a chuckle. “Don’t look so nervous.”
“I’m just not sure how I feel about getting a dick piercing,” I murmur.
He shakes his head. “It’s not a dick piercing.”
After he hands me his phone, I swipe through the photos of the piercing studio he found in silence, my heart pounding.
“What do you think?” he asks when I don’t say anything after a minute.
“So, like, mytaint?” He nods and I feel my eyebrows pull into a questioning frown. “Why there?”
Ran pulls the two of us together, reaching his other hand down to palm my cock. “You really want to know why?” he asks quietly.
