“Oh, and what is it you crave?”
“This,” he says, catching me off guard, flicking his tongue against the piercing before sucking my nipple into his mouth. My hips fly off the bed, seeking more friction.
“Fuck! I wouldn’t want you to go… hungry.” I can hardly finish one sentence before he moves to the other, circling it with his tongue.
“No, I don’t think either of us would want that.” His mouth travels down to my stomach before he gets to the button on my black leather pants.
Olly looks up at me.
Why did he stop? Did he change his mind? Did he finally realize that I’m a bad idea?
He raises a brow in question, and it all clicks into place.
“Can I?”
The foreign words hold all the oxygen in my lungs hostage before I nod my head. “Yes.”
There has never been care or intimacy, only sex and bodies, with my partners.
Olly grabs the waist of my tight leather pants and pulls, taking my briefs with them.
I see the relief written across his face when he gets them off. I have to give him credit; he stripped me like a seasoned pro.
“What? I was worried we were going to have to cut them off,” he says.
I gasp. “Not my lucky leather pants.”
“Oh, they’re lucky, are they?”
“As of this moment, they are my lucky pants. So, Olly, show me just how lucky I am.”
“So,Olly,showmejust how lucky I am,” are the last coherent words I hear before I take Jasper’s cock to the back of my throat.
A warm burst of precum hits my tongue, and I moan around the savory taste. I can’t help but chuckle at his sudden gasp, the sound echoing through the room.
You could say I’m enjoying getting up to a little mischief. I might just find that keeping Jasper on his toes becomes a favorite pastime of mine.
“Fuck, Olly, warn a guy next time, will ya?” Jasper pants, “But don’t you fucking stop.”
A small thrill runs up my spine as I hollow my cheeks and take his cock all the way down to the base, my nose hitting his trimmed nest of hair.
His length is silk against my tongue. It’s perfect, a tad shorter than mine but thicker, with a knowing bite if Jasper ever topped.
Does he top? Would I bottom for him? How do I feel about a little pain? I think Jasper might enjoy the pain.
“Stop overthinking it, Olly,” Jasper soothes me.
Ugh, he’s right. I’m not feeling anxious over these thoughts. I just like to have a complete picture before making a decision. And then, once I’ve made a decision, I may get a little hyper-focused–like thinking about what I’d like to do with Jasper’s cock.
My brain shifts as my tongue plays along the underside of his length. I silence the constant war in my head, determined to do my best to take him apart piece by piece.
My endgame.
I release him from my mouth with a pop. Taking the time, I slowly lick up his body, flattening my tongue over his pierced nipple and sucking the cold metal between my teeth. Our time is short, but I need to taste his skin again.
The way he’s bucking and twitching has me packing away Jasper’s reaction to nipple play for later. The piercings should have been a dead giveaway. I hope there’s a later; I don’t think I can be one and done after this.
Once he’s endured enough, I steal his lips for a quick kiss, hoping the taste lingers in my mouth as I make my way back down his body.
