I was right about what I’d seen. A row of barbells pierced the underside of his dick, from right below the head all the way to the base.
Holy fuck. I’d never been with a guy who had a dick piercing.
Words, KC. Use your fucking words.
My dick pulsed with a heartbeat of its own, and at this point, I wasn’t sure if my boxer briefs could contain my hard-on. It was ready to rip right through the material of both my underwear and sweatpants.
“Fuck me sideways and call me Kristofer Colt.” The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them, but mostly I was surprised because I didn’t think I had the brainpower to speak.
“Kristofer Colt?” The amusement thickened in his voice. “Is that your real name?”
I waved him off, not interested in getting into the specifics of my life, not when I had a dick that had to be between eight and nine inches, with a Jacob’s ladder piercing, directly in front of me.
As if he could read my thoughts, he pointed the head at me. “Want a taste?”
Fuck yes, I did. More than anything.
I shuffled to the edge of the bed and rested my feet on the floor. I stayed still, waiting for his permission, and when hestepped forward and tapped the tip of his dick against my lips, I knew what he was asking without him saying a word. Opening my mouth, I resisted the urge to close my eyes. Ineededto see every reaction I drew out of him.
He slid his dick past the seam of my lips, teasing by thrusting in a little. He pulled back before I could add suction.
I pouted when he snickered. I grasped him, fingernails digging into the grooves of his hip bones, but he slapped my hands away and pulled his dick out.
“No, no, no, my sweet titan of a man. We’re not doing that.” He winked, and my heart stuttered at the confident gesture. “Hands behind your back. You don’t touch unless I tell you to, am I clear?”
I chewed on the corner of my bottom lip and slid my arms behind my lower back like he’d instructed, even though I craved to chart the planes of his stomach and chest. I wanted to map every inch of skin and learn what made him groan and come apart, but I couldn’t do that when I wasn’t allowed to touch.
It wasn’t fair.
“Lie down. Move your arms to your sides. Hands to yourself,” he commanded, and my body reacted instinctively, driving away any arguments lingering on my tongue. I fell back onto the bed, my legs still hanging off the edge.
He shifted and moved onto the mattress, and I studied him, learning every curve of his naked body with my gaze alone. My dry mouth filled with saliva and I swallowed it down so drops wouldn’t leak from the corners. His muscles rippled with his movements, and when he threw a leg over my chest and pressed a knee into the bed, his abs contracted.
He was so close that the masculine vanilla scent assaulted my nose. I breathed him in, filling my lungs with him. If I couldn’t get his dick inside my asshole, then I’d find another way to hide part of him in me.
“Open,” Ren ordered, and my lips parted without a second thought. There was something delicious about submitting to a man this way. His voice was commanding and dominant, but so was his body. His gestures were small and subtle, but he radiated authority. It was difficult to do anything but listen to him.
He slid his cock between my lips again and the barbells dragged against my tongue. They weren’t cold the way I’d expected, but that made sense because they were buried in his skin, and he was warm blooded like the rest of us mortals. He wasn’t a god, despite his perfection. One of the piercingsclickedon my teeth, and I opened wider until my jaw began to strain.
His dick was heavy in my mouth, the taste of his precum tantalizing my taste buds. His fingers carded through my hair before he grabbed a handful and hauled me forward. His length hit the back of my throat roughly, and I gagged at the unexpected movement. Pleasure and pain swiveled through me and landed straight in my balls.
“Tap my thigh three times if you want to stop. That’s the only time you’re allowed to touch me,” he growled out.
I whimpered, my throat working around the width of the head of his dick as he pulled back before thrusting again. He rotated his hips and hammered past my lips, a man possessed, causing me to gag violently. Deliciously.
There was nothing sweet about the way he fucked my throat, but I didn’t want tender right now. If I stopped concentrating, his piercings snagged on my teeth, so I had to focus to keep my jaw cranked wide. I’d had men treat me as if I was made of glass, and I thirsted for someone to fucking break me.
That’s what Ren was doing. He was bending and twisting me in all the right places. Tomorrow, I’d still feel him behind my uvula. I was used to blowing guys, but he was big and the piercings were new to me, so new that it was an entirely weirdexperience. A first. It was difficult not to gag around the strange feeling.
He gripped my hair tighter and pain sliced down my spine, warping and merging with the lust that sizzled at my tailbone. My dick jerked against my underwear, the throbbing increasing as Ren fucked my throat ruthlessly.
My slit wept with precum, and hungry desperation prickled my skin until it was nearly unbearable. I was horny and so full of adrenaline that I couldn’t decide if I was going to come in my pants or implode from the desire that swelled in every part of me. My senses began to narrow down to the pleasurable pain in my throat as my mind got fuzzier. I could barely snag a breath.
“Fuck, KC. Fuck. Swallow around me. Yeah, just like that.” He yanked my hair, and I keened, arching my neck and opening my throat wider for him. My vision went spotty as I gagged again. Fuck, his piercings were so different from anything I’d ever handled while giving head.
I tried and failed to whimper and that was all it took for him to freeze, balls deep in my mouth. His cum shot down my throat, and I swallowed it all, ignoring the disappointment that I couldn’t taste him. At the last second, he backed off and pumped a load directly into my mouth. The salty sweet flavor left my head even foggier than the lack of oxygen. He smeared whatever was left on the tip across my lips. The moment he finished, he dropped onto the bed beside me. His chest rose and fell in sharp, deep breaths.
I stayed still, not moving an inch even as my throat burned. My dick ached and my fingers trembled with the need to haul it out and jerk off until I blew a load all over myself. I didn’t know what hurt more, my windpipe or hard-on.
