“Yes.I’ve never slept with a guy with a dick piercing, much less one that looks like this,” she says, studying the two piercings.“How does it even work?”
Her thumb gently strokes part of the piercing, following the barbell over the head of my cock until she finds the next one.She does it four times.
“It’s called a magic cross.”
She lifts her brow, and glares at me with the anger I'm so used to.“Please don’t tell me you got this because your last name is Cross?”
“Guess I won’t say anything, then.”
When her gaze meets mine, I’m not disappointed.
Disdain.She hates that she likes me and my magic cross piercing.
“Hurt like hell to get done, and I couldn’t have sex for months, but I’m all good now.”
“Well, I hope it was worth it.”She squeezes my dick as she says it, making me hiss and grab the cushions.
Fuck this feels so good and she’s not even trying.
“You could always try it out and give me your thoughts.I’m good with feedback.”
She shuts me up with a kiss, then she swings a leg over me, straddling my lap and settling down.Not inside… just on top.Her slick heat slides along my cock, bare and maddening, her folds parting around me as she rocks.A slow grind that's torture.
“Ally—” I groan, fingers digging into her waist.“You’re gonna kill me.”
“That’s the plan,” she whispers against my jaw, rolling her hips again, dragging her core along the length of me until the tip catches right at her entrance.She pauses there.Hovering.Breathing hard.
Then she reaches down between us, fingers wrapping around me.She lines me up—slow, deliberate—and sinks just the head inside.My breath punches out of me.She does it again, a little deeper.Testing the stretch.Testing my sanity.
Her eyes meet mine when she finally takes me all the way.
So tight.So perfect.
We both groan, and her head falls back when I’m fully inside her.
“What about a condom?”I ask, gripping her hips.
“I’m on the pill,” she says with her eyes closed and this small, contented smile on her face.
“You feel so good.”Her voice is so light as she starts to rock against me.Each roll of her hips drags the piercing against her from the inside, right where she feels it the most.
“So do you, Doc.So fucking tight and wet for me.”
The metal presses upward on every stroke, stroking the spot that makes her gasp.I feel her walls clench when it hits, and it's like her body is trying to pull me in even deeper.
“Right there,” I breathe, holding her hips steady as she sinks down again.“You feel that?The cross rubbing you right on that spot?”
She nods, a broken little sound leaving her throat as she circles her hips.When she rocks forward, her breath stutters with sharp, shocked pleasure.She grinds down harder, chasing it, like she finally found exactly where it hits and refuses to stop.
“I can feel—that—every time.”
Her thighs tremble around my hips, chasing the pressure, but anytime my thigh flinches, she changes positions.
Fucking hell.
Even in the heat of the moment, she’s acting with the utmost professionalism.
That’s not what I want.I want to drive her so wild; she won’t be able to walk straight in the morning.
