His tongue then ran over one of my nipples before sucking it into his mouth. The piercing bumped against the sensitive bud, sending sparks straight to my groin. I arched into him, a whine escaping my throat.
Dorian chuckled against my skin, the vibration humming through me. “So responsive. Love how these muscles flex for me.” He lavished attention on the other nipple, licking and sucking until it pebbled hard, the piercing making every pass feel intensified, like tiny shocks of pleasure.
His hands roamed down my sides, thumbs tracing the ridges of my abs. He kissed his way down my sternum, tongue gliding over each defined muscle, the metal leaving a trail of heightened sensation that had me gripping the bedsheets to steady myself.
“I’m going to explode—please, please, oh god,” I begged, my voice hoarse and my erection straining painfully against my zipper.
He looked up at me with those commanding blue eyes, smirking. Hooking his fingers into my belt loops, he yanked my jeans down roughly, along with my boxers, freeing my cock. It sprang up, thick and dripping, and Dorian’s gaze heated as he took it in.
He leaned in, licking a stripe from the base of my cock up to the tip, but instead of taking me into his mouth, he detoured, dragging his tongue along the V of my hips. The piercing scraped lightly over the sensitive skin there, a deliberate tease that made my hips buck.
“Please, Dori, just—fuck.”
He was going to kill me. My balls were going to implode, and then he’d have to explain that I died from horniness to all our friends.
Ignoring my desperate pleas, down he went, kissing and licking across my lower abs, complimenting the way they tensed and rippled. His mouth reached the crease where thigh met groin, and he nuzzled there, inhaling deeply before continuing lower.
I felt exposed and vulnerable as he pushed my legs apart, settling between them on his knees. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them. “Turn over for me, big brother. Gonna fucking feast on this ass.”
Heat flooded me, and I obeyed, rolling onto my stomach on the bed, my face buried in the comforter. My ass lifted, and Dorian’s hands kneaded the globes, thumbs dipping into the cleft. “This thing is a piece of goddamn art,” he groaned.
He spread me wider, and then his tongue was there, licking a bold stripe from my balls up through the crack, the piercing gliding over my taint and rim. The metal was warm now from his mouth but still provided that unique pressure, circling my hole with insistent flicks.
I gasped, pushing back against his face. “Dori, you’re gonna kill me.”
“Nah, sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want.” His tongue pushed in, licking inside me and rimming with fervor, the little metal ball bumping rhythmically against my inner walls.
One hand reached around to stroke my cock, but he focused on my ass, eating me out like a man starved. His tongue fucked in and out, the piercing dragging with each motion, building a pressure that coiled tight in my gut.
“Gonna come for me, angel?” he murmured against my skin, between licks. “Come on. I want to feel this slutty hole squeeze my tongue.”
“Oh, god,” I whined, pushing back in time with his thrusts.
“Ride my fucking face,” he panted. With the next push of his tongue, my head fell back, and my mouth opened on a silent moan.
“So close,” I said, feeling that precipice approaching fast.
My fingers dug into the bed as I continued to rock back onto Dori’s face, so fucking close to coming.
I was right there.
Movement caught my eye, drawing my gaze to the artwork hung above the head of the bed. I was too overcome with my need to come that I disregarded it and went back to chasing my orgasm.
And then I was there. Finally.
My body seized, ass clenching around his tongue as I came hard, ropes of cum spilling onto the sheets beneath me.
And in the middle of that high, I saw a reflection in the glass encasing the art.
There was someone else in here.
Waves of pleasure crashed through me, leaving me shuddering and spent, Dorian’s hands still gripping my thighs like he never wanted to let go.
Oh god.
9
Dorian
