“How am I supposed to help? Aren’t you cold?”
“They like you better. Touch them, get them hard,” he says, low and teasing. I risk a glance at Jess—whose shoulders shake with a silent laugh—as she busies herself changing gloves. I laugh again and he stares at me, unblinking. I sigh, rolling my eyes, but my feet carry me to him. My hands are cold, one touch should do the trick.
His smirk spreads and he leans back in the seat, looking alltoo pleased. I make sure Jess’s back is still turned, though I don’t know why, I’m not doing anything crazy. Yet, it feels intimate.
I press my fingers to one of his nipples, letting the cold from my hand seep into his skin. He groans quietly, hardening from my touch, and before I pull away to do the other, I give it a rough tug.
His eyes go wide, his smirk dropping. “Damn,” he grits, but he doesn’t sound mad. I play coy as I do the same to his other one. His eyes roll back in his head as I rub and tug a little more just for funsies.
His hand shoots out, covering his dick that’s starting to press against his zipper. He stares at me, his jaw tight, and I smile, eyelashes batting innocently, like I don’t know what I just did. He growls, and I pull back, but before I get far, he snatches my wrist, dragging me close and whispering in my ear, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Ellie May.”
Chills erupt down my neck, skittering along my spine, and sending a tingle right between my legs. I squeeze my thighs shut. We are not open for business—at least not for him. I jerk away, trying not to show him how much he affects me. His shit-eating grin tells me he knows.Damnit.
I watch just as fascinated as Jess pierces Travis’s nipples, and by the end of it all, I’m so horny I could cry. I’m tempted to throw caution to the wind and have my way with him.
It’s all I can think about as Jess explains aftercare. I’m thankful she hands us a packet of paperwork with detailed instructions because all I can do is picture Travis shirtless, naked, decorated in colorful ink and shiny metal. I picture my tongue flicking his nipples like he’s done to mine so many times, sucking on them while I…
“Have a nice night,” the receptionist says, snapping me from my dirty daydream. Damn, I don’t even remember paying.
We slip into the Uber that I’m assuming Travis orderedwhile I was zoned out and head back to the hotel. The entire drive, my clit is pulsing, and it takes extreme strength for me to do nothing. I can’t even use my vibrator tonight because Pacey’s rooming with me. I sigh, tossing my head back against the seat, three seconds from crying, screaming, or doing something I might regret tomorrow.
17
TRAVIS
WatchingEllie get her nipples pierced and then proceed to play with mine had me hard as a rock. Then I had to go and have my nips stabbed. That shit wasn’t actually on my bucket list, but when I saw that wall of muscle eyeing her like his next treat, my mouth opened on its own once again.
Ellie acted like it didn’t hurt at all, so I wasn’t worried. She’s a goddamn liar. It felt like a shark bit me. Of course, I played it off well. I couldn’t have her thinking I was a bitch. I’ve had my dick pierced—multiple times—and that didn’t hurt nearly as badly.
The horror didn’t end there, though. No. This shit takes months to heal.
Jesus Christ, I thought I’d be ready to go in a week or two. I was already imagining my cock getting sucked while Ellie—no, not her, someone else—flicked and pinched my piercings. Now that that’s off the table, I’m irritable. My nipples ache all the way down to my balls.
“This was so fun,” Ellie chirps as we ride the elevator up to her floor.
Igrunt. She’s crazy. That was fun for her? I know she likes a bit of pain with her pleasure, but damn.
“I’m bummed they take so long to heal. I wanted to play with them.” I take a deep breath through my nose, willing my dick not to react as I picture my cock sliding between her full tits, nice and slow, while she flicks the tip with her tongue. I shake my head. This was a horrible idea. I’ll never be able to stop picturing her face pinched in a mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes heavy with desire, staring into mine as she got pierced.
“Thanks for going with me.” She pulls out her keycard.
“Sure.”
“Well,” she hums, spinning the card, seemingly trying to stall. “Goodnight, I guess.”
“Night, May,” I say, walking backward. She watches me until I hop on the elevator, seeming disappointed that I’m leaving.
Me fucking too.
“I’mglad you got to see me for all of five seconds. Do you hate me?”
Olivia’s mouth falls open, a horrified and guilty look passing over her face.
“Dick.” Penn shoves me away as I try to wrap his girl in a goodbye hug. “Don’t listen to him, Barbie, he’s just jealous.”
I make a gagging sound. “Of what? Your sickening love?”
He cradles the back of Olivia’s head, raining kisses over her face and neck. I won’t lie and say it’s not ideal to have someone to keep your dick warm anytime you want, but the strings that come with that...I’d rather stick my balls in a bucket of ice.
