Staten’s brass eyes regard me with a trust that I’ve never seen before—a silent allowance to let me access the most vulnerable parts of her body. There is no trace of moldering worry, no tense muscles preparing for a permanence she isn’t ready to live with.
I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before. Shocker, I know. I don’t personally go out of my way to vet every hookup, you know?
Something unprecedented happens in this very moment: fear overhauls the pinpricks in my erection, closing around me like I’m some unsuspecting insect caught in the cilia of a flytrap.
I swallow around the thick of my throat. “Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin your first time. We can wait.”
Staten caresses the side of my face. “You’re not capable of ruining it, Knox. I want this. I wantyou. You’re the only person I trust. I’m just sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”
I nod at her lithe, naked frame. “Baby, you don’t have to apologize for anything when you look like that.”
Her face lights up. “So you’ll do it?”
“If you promise to set the pace and communicate with me.”
“I promise,” she whispers, taking initiative and reaching for the button on my pants before rolling the zipper down. The pressure instantly relents, and the small slurry of inkblots that had started proliferating in my vision fade into a hinterland of gray.
When my turgid cock springs free, it slaps against my stomach from the rebound, slick in a glove of tacky cum and already oozing a pearl of pre-spend. It’s thick, veiny,angry, and Staten stares at it like it has a mind of its own.
“You, uh, you have…”
Right. Forgot to mention the piercings.
A row of barbells pierces the underside of my shaft—extending from the root to the head—and they look far more painful than they actually are. I’ve gotten so used to the feeling that I sometimes forget they’re even there.
“Is it too much?” I ask, scenting her hesitation.
She pauses for a second to collect her thoughts. I have no problem taking them out if it’ll make her feel more comfortable—the pain levels differ for everybody—but Staten says something that I never imagined would come out of her mouth.
“It’shot.”
The heat in her eyes is unmistakable; the way they rove over me raises the hairs on the back of my neck.
Relief curdles my blood. “Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah.” Her fingers eagerly skim the piercings, being cautious not to tug too hard. She transitions from metal to skin, following a major river-like vein that harbors small, pale-blue inlets.
“You do realize you’re, like, eight inches long, right? There’s no way this thing will fit inside of me.”
I smirk. “Nine, but who’s counting.”
Staten rolls her eyes. “Of course you have the biggest dick in existence. I don’t even think my hands can wrap all the way around it. It’s like a fucking hockey stick.”
All these compliments aren’t making my cock any softer. In fact, the neglect and the build-up of arousal makes it feel like there’s a five-alarm fire spreading up my legs and burning everything in its wake.
I palm my bulge with a grunt. “God, it’s as if you like seeing me in pain.”
“It’s not the worst sight in the world,” she jests. “Condom?”
I scramble for the drawer in my nightstand, rummaging through chargers, a flashlight, some pens, and a bottle of antacids before procuring the contraception.
While Iachinglyroll the latex over my hard-on, Staten takes it upon herself to kiss the plane of my abs, dragging her finger over my happy trail and inciting a shiver that grabs me by the scruff and shakes.
“Are you ready?” she asks me, and I nearly laugh. Only Staten would be worried about the person who’s taking her virginity.
“Are you?”
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “I think so. I just—Knox, this is anatomically impossible. It’s like you’re going to be screwing a hot pocket.”
