He makes a strangled sound but doesn’t try to stop me when I give him a long, slow stroke.
He’s warm and hard and wet with precum, and another pulse of that possessive need goes through me when I feel something cool and hard and completely unexpected.
Does he have a dick piercing?
Damon gasps as I run my fingers over a small metal loop that’s just under his cockhead a few times, flipping it up and down just because I can.
“Well, well, well.” I let go of the piercing and give him a hard stroke. “Now that’s a fun little surprise, hmmmm?”
He moans, low and deep, when I give the ring a gentle tug.
I know nothing about dick piercings, and they’ve never really been on my radar, but finding Damon’s is beyond hot.
“You’re so hard for me,” I rasp, grinding my dick against his ass. “I wouldn’t even have to bend you over, would I? I could pull your pants down and stick my dick in you right now, and you’d just moan and take it.” I bite the shell of his ear just hard enough to earn a whimpering gasp from him. “And you wouldn’t just take it, you’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you?”
“Please,” he whispers brokenly.
“Please what?” I hold his dick in the circle of my hand, my grip loose. “Please stop? Please give you more?”
His hips twitch, and I grind my dick against his ass again.
We stay like that for a few beats, with me rubbing my cock against his ass while I hold his dick like it’s my emotional support blanket, then I drift my free hand up his body.
His breathing picks up as my hand trails up his chest, and it hitches when I rest it at the base of his throat.
His hips twitch again, and I grind my cock against his ass. The friction feels amazing, but it’s not giving me any sort of relief.
That’s fine. It’s not about me right now.
Damon finally lets out a frustrated cry and snaps his hips forward, pushing his cock through the circle of my hand.
“That’s it,” I murmur in his ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
He moans and speeds up his hips, thrusting faster and harder. His eagerness sends little zings of pleasure through me, and I fit my mouth over the side of his neck.
He gasps and tilts his head to the side, giving me better access as I suck and bite his skin.
I’ve never really been into giving my partners hickeys, but I don’t just want to mark Damon. I want to brand him so everyone who looks at him knows he belongs to me. So he remembers this moment every time he looks in the mirror. The force of my desire is almost overwhelming, and I run my tongue over his abused skin to tease him in a different way.
He’s panting now, his hips moving furiously as he fucks my hand with wild abandon.
Seeing him come undone like this, feeling him give in and use my hand to get off is so fucking hot, but it’s not how I want to finish things.
Pulling my mouth from him, I slide my hand from the base of his neck to his throat, my touch light as I wait to see what he’ll do.
His rhythm falters, and he freezes when I gently squeeze, keeping the pressure even so it restricts his air but doesn’t cut it off.
“You want to come?” I ask, my lips against his ear as I tighten my grip on his dick.
“Xave,” he says, half gasping, half moaning my name like it’s both a prayer and a curse.
Something detonates deep in my stomach, like a burst of adrenaline mixed with a rush of desire that goes off inside me like a bomb.
A low growl rips out of me, and I press down on his throat as I stroke him for real, my pace fast as I give him little twists of my hand when I reach his cockhead.
He’s wet and leaking for me, his precum easing the smooth slide of his cock through my hand. I might not be able to see his dick, but being able to feel it like this, hot and hard and showing me how much he’s enjoying this, enjoying me, is hot as fuck.
“You gonna come?” I ask, stroking him exactly the way I like it.
