I don’t know what I want when it comes to him. So I blurt, “I want to touch it.”
“Not stoppin’ you.”
I grip his cock and bite down on my bottom lip as I work him over. “It’s been a while for me,” I admit.
“Don’t wanna hear about that,” he grunts.
“What about you?” Not that I really want to know.
He hesitates, looking uneasy. “I haven’t been with anyone,” he mutters when I slide my hand over his cock once more and fist his length. The cool metal feels weird against my skin and I play with it as he groans.
“You w-what?” My eyes dart up.
“You heard me.”
“In three years?” I shake my head. “Aust, you don’t have to do this just because it’s what you think I want to hear. You’re a guy, you have needs, I get it.”
“Not lyin’. I never lie, not about this.”
I open my mouth then close it again. It won’t go down well, even though I’ve nothing to be ashamed of. He’s the one who left, not me. I can sleep with whoever I want. I don’t have to feel guilty.
I sit up on my elbows, still playing with his dick as I talk. “You’ve not had sex with anyone in all that time?” Why do I find that so hard to believe? Uh, I know, because he’s a man.
“That’s what I’m sayin’.”
“How?”
He places his hand over mine, tugging his cock harder and faster. “Like this.”
I can’t let it go. “B-but why?” Of course, I think I know why, but hearing him say it is a different matter altogether. I want to hear him say the words.
He shrugs. “Never met anyone else I wanted to fuck.”
“There are lots of pretty girls in New Orleans.”
“None as pretty as you, Wifey.”
Do I believe him? Not entirely, and not because he’s a liar, he’s not. In fact, Haze is one of the few people in my life who has never lied to me. But that can’t be. Three years is… well, it’s a long time.
“H-how?” I stammer again.
He sighs, his eyes closing as our hands work together. “You ask a lot of questions. Let’s fuck and forget about the whys and hows.”
“Always the romantic.” I knock his hand away because I can do it myself. “This is so hot.”
He groans as I pump harder, then I move to my knees, ass in the air like I have no inhibitions. This piercing has me intrigued. I’ve never seen anything like it, the barbells are situated on the underside of his length, all the way down to his balls with a ring at his tip. It’s fucking gold, which is just like Haze, he does nothing by halves.
Haze groans when I suck him into my mouth. One hand works its way into my hair and he grips it tight. He’s such a badass in the sack. I sweep my tongue over the barbells, circling them as his grip tightens. I love that I’m sending himto heaven right now. I get a sick sense of satisfaction that I can still get to him like this after all this time.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “Fuck, baby.”
I tongue the barbell repeatedly while I fist his cock, then take him in my mouth, deep throating him as I slide down. Gagging, I do that a couple of times even when my eyes begin to sting, but I love his dick so I don’t let up. I know he’s close because I feel his body tense, and then I’m being yanked off him and he comes over me as I scramble backward.
“You’re gonna take this dick, Willow.”
I nod. “Yes, yes, I am.”
He holds himself at the base, then slides all the way in as I tense, my eyes closing as the invasion washes a sheen of sweat over my body. Holy Christ. He is big. “Open your eyes when I fuck you,” he commands, and I do.
