“Uh, I–it depends.”
“On what?” he asks when I don’t clarify.
“On you.”
He pauses for a moment and locks a curious gaze on me.
“I’m due for the sixth piercing this coming spring. We’ll see if you want me to continue or not.”
“This spring?” His brow furrows, some unnamed emotion swirling in his blue eyes. Is he calculating what I meant?
What did I mean? Did I mean if we’re still together come spring, because I’m confident we will be. There’s something about him, about how this feels, that’s right. I think we’re meant to betogether. That’s why I’ve been haunted by his memory all these years. It’s why the universe brought us back together.
Or did I mean that I won’t need to mark another year since the night we spent together? I got a tattoo on the anniversary of that night, got high while getting inked, and decided to pierce my dick as punishment for screwing up so badly. Then, in a mixture of liking the piercing more than I anticipated, but also overdramatic pity for myself, I decided to mark each year that went by. I’m not sure what I planned to do once I got to the bottom. Start along the top? Pierce myself until I ran out of surface area and my dick looked alien? No idea. Thinking that far ahead isn’t really a habit of mine. It’s possible I didn’t think I’d live long enough to worry about it.
None of that matters now.
I lean down to kiss him, and he continues his delicious torture. I mewl into his mouth, wishing I had lube out here so he could keep going until he fit all of his fingers in there. And then he could fuck me right here, bent over right in front of the fireplace.
Like he can hear my internal begging, he pulls his finger out of me and spits on it, then holds his hand up for me to do the same.Goddamn.
With his spit-drenched fingers, he reaches around me again, pushing not just the one, but two fingers inside me. I moan loudly. He looks at my cock hungrily, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
“Want to know what they taste like?” I huff, breathing heavily as Luc fucks my asshole with his fingers, a little too close to finding the detonation button. I won’t be able to last.
“I want to know what they taste like, and I want to know what they feel like.”
Whoa.
The pulse of lust that just went through me was like a shockwave. It started in my core and radiated to my ass and the tip of my dick. I let out a cry and grit my teeth, not wanting to come yet.
“I’m going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before,” I say, flicking my tongue ring out before forcing it into his mouth again. His groan is deep as he sucks on it.
Before I can pull myself away from him to show him what I mean, his fingers slip out of me. He hooks his arms beneath my thighs and flexes his arms, bringing my cock up to face level. I grip the back of the couch behind him before I fall ass over head onto the floor on the other side and try to get my bearings, but he sucks my cock into his mouth. I tremble.
“Who’s showing off now?” I snark weakly through my moaning as Luc continues to get an arm workout, flexing his biceps to hold me up while he fucks his own mouth with my body. “I wanted to do that,” I whine, trying to look down. “And I want to see.”
Luc slides down the back of the sofa and lets my legs down so I’m hovering over him. My vision goes hazy seeing him like this, his mouth open to take me. I scramble to take my pants off and straddle his chest again.
“Goddamn, Luc. You could not be sexier than you are right now.” I rasp and hold myself around the base of my cock. I’m too fucking close. “Stick out your tongue.”
He does, and I guide my cock back into his mouth, rubbing the pierced underside along the flat of his tongue. I suck in a breath, trying to hold on just another minute, but then he looks up at me, closes his lips around my cock, and sucks, rolling his tongue along the underside of my shaft, over the piercings.
I shout, and my hips buck, pushing me farther back in his mouth than I meant to go. He gags, then moans, and I’m done. I unload into his throat, vision whiting out.
It takes me a few moments to get my composure after pulling out of Luc’s mouth. I all but collapse on him, and he maneuvers us so I’m draped over his body. His hard cock is against my hip, and I can’t stand it for long. It’s my turn.
Getting off of him and the couch, I boss him into the position I want him in, leaning back in the corner of the sectional. He complies, but he’s amused by it.
“Don’t get too cocky,” he says. “I’m pretty sure I’d sign over my entire life’s savings to get your mouth on me.”
I bark out a laugh, getting to my knees in front of him, then grabbing his hips and yanking him down farther before guiding him to place his feet on either side of the couch. “I’ll get you to sign over more than that by the time I’m through.”
He looks like he might try to snark back, but I take his cock in my hand, opening my mouth to let spit slide off my tongue onto the tip of his cock. I use it to pump his cock, finding just the right spot to wrap my fingers around him to get the most movement of his foreskin over his cock.
“Someday,” I tell him. “We’re going to fuck each other raw, and I’m going to stretch this deliciousness all the way over my own cock and jack us both until I come inside it.”
“Jesus, Jesse,” Luc exclaims, leaning his head back. “Fucking hell. Is that something you’ve done before?”
