I purse my lips to stop myself from saying something that’ll scare him away. “Yeah, pups. I have a piercing,” I murmur.
His eyes dilate as he studies it. “But—” he swallows. “Does it not hurt?”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “No.”
“Why do you have it?”
“It increases my pleasure,” I state. “But it can also increase your pleasure, too.”
Evan’s eyes move to mine. “How?”
“We’ll talk about that when we get to it,” I say.
“So…if I play with it, will it feel good for you?”
I suppress a groan and sink my teeth into my lip instead. “Very much.”
“Like this?”
He leans forward quickly, wraps his hand around my cock, and uses his thumb to push around the small ring with a ball on it. I nearly jump out of my skin, and he flinches.
“Sorry, sorry.” He releases my cock.
I choke out a laugh. “It’s not a rush, Evan,” I say lightheartedly. “You can take your time. I don’t mind.”
He licks his lips. “Okay.”
This time, he grips my cock firmly and strokes me instead. My eyes roll back at the euphoric feeling. I underestimated what the touch of your mate can really do to your soul.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I groan, unable to keep it to myself.
“What?” Evan’s expression flashes panic with blown pupils.
I shake my head. “Nothing,” I grunt. “You just feel good.”
“Oh.” His cheeks bleed, and if it isn’t the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen while my cock is in his hand. “I’ll carry on then.”
Thank the Goddess.
When his thumb touches my piercing again, I grip onto the sheets at the waves of pleasure that hit me right in the sternum. I’m not usually this sensitive, but with him being the one touching me? I might as well be one big nerve ending with the way my body jolts.
“Still feel good?”
“Yeah,” I rasp. “So good.”
Evan pulls away and then sinks to his knees in front of me. I push myself up from the bed and watch him with heated eyes.
“Stand up,” he murmurs. “Please.”
I do as he says, my cock inches from his face. Pre-cum starts to ooze out of the tip as he licks his lips over and over. My hand runs down my face in anticipation because he might just kill me.
“I-I don’t know if it’s gonna fit in my mouth,” he mumbles as he studies it, analysing how to get it to fit.
Yeah, he’s going to send me into an early grave.
“Pups,” I say as I clench my fists together.
But before I can get another word out, he leans forward and licks the tip of my cock. My hands slide around his neck and into his hair for leverage. The shiver in my knees isn’t normal, and if I don’t hold onto him, I’m going to fall over.
