I’ve long stopped taking my wallet places out of habit, and stuffed the condom and travel lube into my pocket instead. With Ziggy being a virgin, I might have overdone it with how many lube packets I brought, but I want to make sure he enjoys this. I didn’t like my first time bottoming, so I rarely do it, but with his piercing, I can’t lie and say I’m not interested.
For tonight though, I need to get inside him.
“You still want to do this?” I check.
The slow, sexy smile that unfurls for me has nerves ripple through my gut. “I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”
Those words hit something beyond the physical. “Shit.” I tug open my pants, and the truck feels a whole lot smaller as I roll off him and fight to get naked.
Being smaller than me, Ziggy has an easier time of it, and when I’m finally stripped and look over again, my breath catches in my chest.
He’s stunning.
Long, pale frame. Narrow waist. Piercing through the head of his hard cock, like a jewel in a crown. He’s stunning.
“How many piercings do you have?” I ask, wrapping my hand around my cock to make it behave.
“Sixteen.”
My gaze hovers over those tight pink nipples. “Ever thought about getting these done?” I flick one, and he hisses.
“Briefly. But then I left home and haven’t had one since.” He reaches for my shoulders, and this time, he’s the one who straddles me. My cock is trapped between us with nowhere to go, and it’s torture. “What about you?” he asks.
“Me?”
Ziggy runs a thumb over my nipple, making me shiver. “Yeah. I’ve noticed how much you like them played with. Imagine a piercing here.” He pinches my nipple and gives it a tug. “So much easier for me to tease them.”
He doesn’t need an easier time of it when each little tug sends a spark of pleasure through me. “Keep that up and I could come.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Not until I do it in your ass.”
The hitched inhale from him makes me grin. He watches me as I lift my hand to my mouth and suck on my fingers until they’re wet.
Since getting my tongue inside him, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Ziggy’s hole. He turns me on so fucking much that I’m insatiable when it comes to him, and with me working so hard, I don’t get to spend as much time naked with him as I’d like.
One day, we’ll take a whole day off, just the two of us, in his bed, only leaving it when we need food and water.
Maybe not even then.
I slip my fingers between his cheeks, and Ziggy’s grip on my shoulders tightens.
“Can you relax for me?” I tilt my head back so I can watch his face properly. He’s only a few inches away, and I read the worry in his eyes easily.
He swallows deeply and nods.
“Good. That’s the only thing I want you to focus on. I’ll take care of the rest.”
His exhale ghosts over my face, and then he reaches between us and wraps our cocks up in his grip. I sigh without meaning to, but I challenge anyone to be touched by Ziggy and not completely fall apart.
My fingers find his hole, brushing over the soft skin and remembering how hot it feels to be inside him. I’m all nervous anticipation as I rub his opening, trying to get him to relax enough for this to happen.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur.
“I know.” His hand slides from my shoulder, up to hold my neck, as his other strokes us slowly. He doesn’t need to keep me on edge, but if it’s keeping him horny, I’m going to bite my tongue and get through it. As good as it feels, I’m not coming until I’m inside him. And it feels really, really good.
I get the tip of my first finger past his tight ring and spend a few minutes dipping it in and out. Each time, I manage to get a little deeper, and I really have to fight against the way his body is trying to pull me in. He’s hungry for it.
