I shove the material in my joggers pocket. No way am I letting her have these back.
Piper grabs the small bottle of lube and coats the purple plastic, then flicks the switch on. The buzzing echoes around the small studio.
Dragging the dildo down her stomach, Piper slides it between her folds. “Gah!”
“Fuck. Fuck.” I can’t contain myself anymore. I shove my own hand down my pants to stroke myself.
“Not yet.”
“What?”
Piper looks up at me as she slides the vibrator through her pussy.
“You don’t get to touch yourself. Not until I say so.”
“Shit.” I pull my hand out, wishing I could have more. But it makes it that much hotter as Piper pushes the thing inside her.
“I picture you.”
“What?”
I’m only capable of speaking in one-syllable words. All rational thought has fled my brain at watching Piper get herself off.
“When I masturbate. I picture you.”
“Fuck.” I want to touch myself. To stroke myself off at her words.
“The way you skate. How powerful you are. How sexy you are.”
“Piper,” I growl. “You’re killing me.”
She sinks the device in deeper, spreading her legs wide so I can see. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sexy in my life.
Her pussy is glistening with her need as she moves it in and out.
“You’re killing me, Princess.”
“Do it.”
“Thank fuck.”
I don’t waste any more time, shoving my joggers and boxers down my legs. My cock springs free, slapping me in the stomach. Blue eyes widen as I kneel between her legs.
“It’s—”
“Yup. Pierced.”
The metal barbells line the top of my shaft. Piper licks her lips as I give myself lazy strokes.
“I’ve never been with someone so…big.”
I shift closer, resting a hand by her head and hovering over her. “You’d take it like a good girl. Feeling every piercing inside you. Letting a real man get you off.”
“You always get me off.”
“Oh yeah? How do I do that?”
Piper closes her eyes as she arches off the bed. She’s getting close to coming, and I can’t fucking wait to see her explode.
