His dick is hard, standing at attention, and all along it are little silver balls, lined up in pairs of two.
Hold the fucking phone.
His cock is pierced. He has a Jacob’s ladder piercing with six barbells, and there’s room for several more if he ever felt so inclined.
Several. More.
“Holy fuck,” I say, staring, while liquid heat melts my panties. “Ho-ly fu-uck.”
He chuckles a little, but looks nervous. “Is that a good or a bad ‘holy fuck’? It doesn’t scare you, does it?”
“Honestly? A little.” He winces. “But I’m so damn turned on right now. I once told Alex that the only way I’d ever cheat on her was if some sexy, tattooed guy waved his huge, pierced cock in my face, and well, here you are.” I gesture to his dick with its many piercings. “Did you really think you could show me that ladder and expect that I wouldn’t want to climb it?”
He laughs. “Becca, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He kneels on the end of the bed, crawling his body up over mine. “Not to mention the sexiest.” He slides his tongue up the side of my neck, stopping with his mouth on my ear. “But if you think you’re climbing this dick before I taste this pussy again, then you’re crazy.”
He slides back down my body, pulling my underwear along with him, throwing them aside once he’s pulled them over my feet. He settles his body in between my legs, grabbing a pillow and sliding it under my ass.
“I’ve been thinking about this every day since we did our tattoos,” he confesses, trailing kisses along my inner thighs. “I’ve had such an intense craving for the taste of you and no way to satisfy it.”
I’m a little nervous this time about how close his face is to the scars on my right leg. At the tattoo shop, everything happened so quickly that I didn’t have much time to worry. But now he’s right near the scars that I hate the most. I’ve always thought they were more prominent that the scars anywhere else. Probably because they didn’t receive as much aftercare as the ones that my mother believed more visible, and therefore more important. But Johnny doesn’t seem to notice, or if he notices, he doesn’t mind.
He trails kisses closer to my center, to the blazing heat that I desperately need him to extinguish. A whimper escapes me, and I wiggle my hips to get closer to his lips.
“What’s this now?” He asks, blowing softly on my clit, making me squirm. “Did you need something, babe?”
That fucker. He knows what I want.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” he says. “Just say the word.”
“Put your mouth on my pussy. Make me come.” My voice comes out in a whine when I meant for it to sound frustrated. But it works.
Johnny flicks his tongue and licks my clit with tiny pulses. Electric sparks shoot through my body, my orgasm hovering just out of reach. He switches to long, slow strokes of his tongue, finishing with a little wiggle right over my clit, building me up higher and higher. When he slides an arm under me, hugging my ass and pulling me into his face, I nearly come undone. But it’s when he slides a finger in, and then two, finding that spot inside, stroking in time with his tongue, that my orgasm rips through me.
I ride through the waves of my climax, Johnny coaxing it from me, making it last longer, pulse stronger, and feel better than it ever has before. As the pulsing slows and then stops, so too does Johnny, his tongue strokes languid, his finger strokes mere caresses. When he finally pulls away, when I’m wrung out, exhausted, and don’t think I can take anymore, he looks at me with lust filled eyes.
“You look so beautiful when you come,” he says with a grin. “I need to be inside you.” All I can do is nod, the words stuck in my throat. “Here?” He leans over to my nightstand, opening the drawer.
Somewhere deep in my brain, I understand that he’s looking for condoms, so I nod. He finds the box and puts it on top of the nightstand, pulling a condom out and ripping it open. I lift my head with what little energy I can muster and watch and he rolls it down over his cock, over those little barbells, and I draw in a quick breath. Fuck, that looks so hot. I can’t believe this sexy man just gave me the best orgasm of my life and wants to do it again. I must’ve done something right in a past life, after all.
Johnny crawls back over me, settling his big body in between my legs, his cock nudging at my entrance. He takes my lips in a soft kiss, and slowly, inch by inch, he fills me.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers. “Just breathe.”
I didn’t even notice I was holding my breath, so I exhale and concentrate on relaxing. He pumps his hips, and because I’m still on the pillow, his pubic bone rubs against my clit with every thrust. My orgasm roars back into existence, crashing into me with no warning, and I clamp down on Johnny’s dick with a gasp.
“Oh god, you feel so good,” he groans in my ear. “So fucking hot and wet. I can still taste you on my tongue and the way you’re squeezing my dick…” He slides into me, and I feel the pulsing of my walls around his dick. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last, babe.”
“Oh, fuck, Johnny,” I moan. “Fuck. Don’t stop.”
He rolls his hips, pushing into me deeply, filling me, stretching me. He’s shaking with the effort of holding himself back. My second orgasm wanes, but doesn’t stop completely.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, grabbing his hair by the handful and thrusting my hips up. “Harder, Johnny. Fuck me harder.”
That’s all the permission he needs. He pulls back and slams into me, harder and deeper than before, forcing a scream out of me. Again he pulls back, and again he slams into me. Again, and again, and again. I feel the tension building, the tightening in my belly, the tingling in my clit, and then another orgasm is crashing over me, through me, surrounding me, and I’m screaming Johnny’s name and he’s screaming mine, and I’m no longer sure if that’s my pulsing orgasm I feel or if that’s Johnny coming inside me I feel. Again and again he thrusts, slowing to pump us both through the last of our orgasms until we’re both sweaty, panting messes.
He rolls to the side and slides the pillow out from under me, throwing it to the floor. “Let’s go pillow shopping tomorrow,” he says, disposing of the condom in the wastebasket by the bed. “We’ve made a real mess of that one.”
A hysterical laugh bursts out of me, and I roll to face Johnny. He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me and tucking me into his chest. He kisses my head and squeezes me tightly while we both chuckle, our tired bodies relaxing into each other. The last thing I remember thinking before I fall asleep is,one night could never be enough.
