He's uncut, which I find so fucking hot it borders on fetishization. I wonder if he’d let me play with it?
For now, I focus on getting his pants off so I can get on him.
Finally, he’s bare before me, leaning back on the back of the couch and watching me. Jesus, just the way he looks at me could drive me wild. It’s so obvious how bad he wants it, yet he waits so patiently.
Slowly, I pull my shirt off and drop it on the floor. I keep my pants on for now. I don’t want to give either of us any ideasand get ahead of myself again. I want to taste every inch of him before I take him to bed and ride him until dawn.
I move up his body, trailing hot puffs of breath and light kisses all the way from his ankles to his jaw. My tongue licks along the seam of his lips, which he opens for me, letting me inside and groaning into my mouth when our tongues tangle around each other. I fuck his mouth with my tongue the way I plan to fuck his ass with it, and he rocks his hips, his bare cock rubbing the seam of my ass through my sleep pants. He’s hard enough I almost think he could break through the thin material. The thought makes me whimper.
Luc’s hands move down my back and into the back of my pants, pushing lower than he did earlier, fully cupping my ass in his big hands. The way he moves me against him makes my cheeks spread enough to feel his hardness against my hole and then close around him. The friction of my cockhead rubbing against the soft waistband of my pants, and his hard cock against my ass has me fucking feral.
Fuck me, I should have taken these fucking pants off!
One hand moves back to the small of my back, then dips low again, this time skimming my crack. Oh, holy hell, I’m a whimpering mess, out of my mind with desperation. One big finger plunges deeper, rubbing right over my hole but not trying to breach it.FuuucckkkI want him to though.
Bringing my hands to his chest, I push myself up, curving my back and pressing against his hand.
Luc groans and I look down into his eyes to say something dirty, but he’s not looking at me. His eyes are on the bottom of hisstomach, where the tip of my cock has escaped the confines of my sleep pants and left a little puddle of pre-cum on his skin.
Leaning farther back, I dip a thumb into the mess, smearing some of it across his skin, and then bring it to his mouth. I press against his bottom lip, and his eyes dilate.
“If I remember correctly, you liked the taste of my cum,” I say, pushing my thumb in a little and then drawing it back. He lifts his head and takes my whole thumb in his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the tip.
I push my thumb farther into his mouth, rubbing the back of his tongue. I hope he hasn’t gotten so much experience that he doesn’t still gag for me. Fuck, I loved him all enthusiastic and unsure like that. His inexperience made it the best oral I’ve ever gotten. Or maybe it’s just him. Even dry humping on the couch was the hottest thing I’ve done since that night, and I’ve done some wild stuff.
Luc removes his hand from my ass, and I want to cry. He swipes through the remaining mess on his stomach and returns his finger to my hole, rubbing it in small circles and pressing. I push back and hiss out a “yesss” as the tip of his finger breaches me, then whine when he pulls it back out.Tease.
His free hand pushes the waistband of my pants down around my balls and wraps around my cock. He pumps me once, then pauses, eyes widening with confusion and maybe a little shock. I bite my lip and give him my most seductive smile, while in the back of my head I say a little prayer that I don’t scare him off.
Replacing his hand with my own, I watch his reaction as I pull my cock up to my stomach, showing him the rows of metal ballsalong the underside of my shaft, starting just below the crown. He gapes, then swallows.
“How does that feel?” he asks huskily, gently running his fingers over each ball.
“For me or for you?”
He blanches, as if he hadn’t thought of both of those possibilities, but he definitely looks curious.
“For me, they feel good. I’m more sensitive,” I say, rubbing my thumb through the evidence leaking from the tip. “And they make me feel good. More confident, I suppose.”
“Just what you needed, more confidence,” he teases, still fingering each row of studs. “Why so many?”
My lips quirk. “Well, what looks like ten is actually five,” I explain. “Here…” Taking his fingers in mine, I guide him to press on the space between the studs so he can feel the horizontal barbell beneath the skin. When he wraps his hand around me fully and rubs his thumb up and down the space between the studs, I shiver. More pre-cum dribbles out of me, and he uses it to glide his hand up and down my cock, paying special attention to the pierced area. In no time, I’m rocking my hips, thrusting into his hand. After gathering more pre-cum, his finger returns to teasing my hole.
“You didn’t answer me,” he says, watching as I roll my body on top of him, still trapped in these God-forsaken pants. Damn it, I wish he’d just tear them off of me. The fabric is so thin and soft, he could do it easily. “Why so many?” He repeats, bringing my attention back to the question at hand.
“I, uh–mmph–I like them. I got one and then couldn’t stop, kept going back every year for another.”
“How many do you plan on getting?”
“Luc, I can’t think with your finger teasing me like that,” I whine, then gasp when he pushes it all the way in, which at this angle is only to the second knuckle.
“Shit, sorry, was that too much?” He tries to pull back, but I lift my hips and all but sit on his hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growl, rocking back on his finger. Luc grins salaciously and moves his finger in and out of me.
I have completely lost the plot. I’m supposed to be swallowing his cum, not getting finger-fucked and questioned.
“Answer, Jesse.”
