“I can’t really explain it. I just had to.”
“Mmmhm, I think you know why.” I mumble to her as I step in until her back is flush against the door. “And I want you to admit it to me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Comes out in a breathy whisper.
“Don’t lie to me Tatum, you say it and put us both out of the unnecessary torture.” I press my hips into hers and can feel her reaction.
She looks up at me, and I can tell that at first she wants to fight it. She has a shitty smirk on her face, but it falls the second that our eyes lock and her breathing hitches. “I had to go because you were the best fuck I’d ever had.”
“And…?” I lean my head down closer to hers, my lips hover just out of reach of hers.
“And I thought about you every time I fucked anyone else.”
I exhale as my lips still hover at her mouth, curve up in a smirk. “Atta girl.”
She slams her lips down to mine before she’s shoving me backwards, but I spin us around, lifting her up, and walking with her towards the bed. Her legs come up, wrapping around my torso as her hands come up into my hair.
My cock throbs against my zipper.
“Fuck.” I mumble to her as I lay her down on the bed, her hands finding their way underneath my shirt, until she’s looking at me smirking and I’m gripping onto the hem, pulling it up over my head. I can’t stop another groan as I feel her hands coming down, running their way down my abs until she reaches my belt. Feeling her slip it out, undoing it, and ripping the button on my jeans open, letting them slide to the ground. Her hand gently wraps around my shaft.
“Oh.” She gasps as she looks down at my cock and then back up at me. “I feel like I definitely would have remembered that.” She bites her lip as she looks down at me, lifting it up slowly, and she smirks before looking back up at me.
I don’t know what to say. I just shrug and she laughs, keeping eye contact with me as she lowers her head, running her tongue along the barbells. As she reaches the tip, she slips her lips around me and I still can’t take my eyes off of her as she slides my cock into her mouth. My hands coming down, wrapping my fingers in her hair. Having to restrain myself from slamming my cock all the way to the back of her throat.
“So, I know I would have remembered the piercings.”
He laughs slightly and I can feel him slightly tense underneath me. “Yeah.”
“I feel like there’s a story you’re leaving out.”
“Not really a story that I’m leaving out.” He pauses for a second. “It was more like when we opened the studio, someone told me I wouldn’t do it.”
“Well, you showed them.”
He laughs again. “Yeah, I was drunk and when I woke up in the morning, it was there. And I’m not gonna lie, I like it…”
“Don’t most people get like the tip?”
“I guess.” He shrugs. “But…” He pauses again. “I feel weird even saying this.” He laughs again, shaking his head. “Um, my dad had one and told me about the aftereffects.”
“Which are?”
“We’ll just say he sat down a lot to pee.”
I can’t help but look up at him, a little stunned. “I wouldn’t have ever guessed.”
“Right. I know.” He laughs again. “Ironically, I have still considered it. Even now, think about adding it.”
“Well, you should definitely let me know if you do. Because that was different.”
“Yeah?” He laughs. “I’m assuming a good different.”
“Obviously. It’s like, I know you’ve seen those toys with the pearls that spin. Same concept, only they don’t spin in a circle.” I shrug, amusing him.
“Next time, we can try to spin you around.”
It shouldn’t, but my mouth still drops as he says it.
