I swallowed.
“You have so many tattoos,” I whispered, taking them all in. He had the word ‘impulsive’tattooed on the side of his neck, which made me smile.
At least he was self aware.
The rest of his chest and abs seemed to be covered in gears and intricate patterned linework. I frowned, skating my fingers over a large, ornate skeleton key that was vertically stamped in the center of his chest, just beneath his clavicle.
“What is this one for?” I asked, my voice so rough I barely recognized myself.
“It’s Naomi’s key,” Cal said, his tone just as dark and full of need.
Glancing up at him, I swallowed again, the implication of what he had just said rushing through me.
His brown eyes softened, and he wrapped a large hand around my nape, brushing a thumb across my jaw.
“I don’t want to think about that right now, gorgeous. Take my cock out,” he ordered, and I nodded, dropping my gaze down to the button of his jeans, which were barely containing what I was sure would be a massive fucking dick.
Reaching for the button, I undid it with shaking fingers before pulling down his fly. The zipper sounded insanely loud as I pulled it open, and my heart was hammering in my chest.
Rallying up my courage, I decided to pull his jeans and his boxers down at the same time. My very dry mouth suddenly watered as his cock sprang free, bobbing in the air inches from my face.
I had never seen another man’s dick in real life before, outside of the changing room in high school. Even then, I had done my best not to look.
The way my entire body reacted to the sight of it made me nearly whimper out loud.
I was so fucking gay. Yep. Super fucking gay.
I drank up the sight of him and glanced up in shock when I realized he waspierced.
“Did you… pierce your fucking dick?” I asked, completely gobsmacked.
He chuckled. “Yeah. It’s called a Prince Albert. Got it when I was like, eighteen. Do you like it?”
“I don’t… know,” I muttered, still completely shocked that anyone would ever want a needle that close to their dick. Though I had to admit, I was fascinated.
“Touch it,” he urged, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching forward to run my finger over the silver ring.
He flinched beneath my touch, and I froze.
“Did that hurt?” I asked, and he shook his head, grabbing my hand and wrapping my fingers around his cock. It was so soft but hard at the same time…
Holy shit, my mouth was fucking salivating.
“No, baby, it doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”
I looked up at him again.
This was fucking crazy. I was holding another man’s dick in my hands!
“I’ve never done this before,” I murmured, and he chuckled.
“I know, gorgeous.”
“You’re going to have to tell me what to do.”
“There’s nothing you could do that I’m not going to like, Ryan. Do whatever you think you would want me to do to you.”
“I want it to be good, though,” I breathed as I gently traced my fingertips up and down his shaft. I marveled as a shiny bead of precum formed at his tip.
