I buck my hips forward, and my tip brushes the corner of his mouth. He takes his palm and pushes my hips down, holding me in place.
“Say please,” he repeats.
I swallow my pride and whine, “Please.”
“With pleasure.”
I gasp as the warmth of his mouth envelops my throbbing dick. The walls of his mouth squeeze against me, sending pulses through my entire body. I bite the inside of my cheek, tryingnotto alert the neighbors to how amazing his piercing feels, scraping against my length.
He spreads my thighs apart as his tongue swirls and sucks me. For a guy who has barely sucked dick, he’s a goddamn natural.
A rough, unexpected finger jamming into me causes my head to recoil. Rip continues to work his mouth on me as his finger moves in and out of my asshole. The dual sensation has me moaning like no one has ever made me before. No one but Rip.
When I come into his mouth without warning, he swallows every drop. He pulls off of me with a pop, and my muscles relax, thinking it’s over. But Rip has other plans.
He pushes another finger in, scissoring as he strokes my limp dick. I don’t get a break as he tries to get me hard again. It doesn’t take very long for me to spring back up.
“Fuck, you’re eager,” he breathes into my ear. “Still handling it?”
I nod, determined. Rip takes that as a challenge.
A third finger is stuffed inside me, the only lube is Rip’s saliva and pre-cum. I can’t help the groan that escapes me, and I only hope it isn’t echoing into the night. Rip relentlessly finger fucks me, fast and hard, not stopping for anything.
I come all over my chest and his, crying out as I do. Rip rubs my stomach and rides me through my orgasm, and I’m a sputtering flimsy mess by the end.
He plants a peck on my forehead. “You’re so fucking hot. I’ll be right back—don’t move.”
I don’t bother looking to see where he’s going, still dazed from the back-to-back release he put me through. That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and he didn’t even stick his dick in me. My hole pulses thinking about his thick, pierced cock.
Rip is back not long later, a bottle in his hand. He pours the liquid onto his fingers and then lathers his dick, and that’s when I realize it’s olive oil.
He notices my blank stare. “You alright?”
I nod. “Olive oil?”
“No lube,” he says simply.
Once his cock is nice and glistening, he lines it up with my hole. The tip presses against me, and my asshole clenches. Then he pulls back.
He does that again. And again, teasing me.
“Fuck you,” I murmur hoarsely.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks cheekily.
Fuck. Do I have to beg?His wide, teasing grin says I do. I nod silently.
Rip waves a finger. “You know I hate it when you don’t speak. Tell me what you want.”
My head drops against the table as I whimper. Thishasto classify as medieval torture.
“Kingy,” he sings. “I can wait here all night.”
Stupid bastard. “Fuck me, Rip.Please. I need you inside me.”
I swear I boosted his ego ten times higher. “The prince asks, the prince shall receive.”
Rip slides into me with ease, and my stomach fills with his warm girth. I don’t even want to describe the noise that comes out of me, but it sure makes Rip excited. He pulls himself out, then slams into me. Every time he does it, I get pushed farther and farther into ecstasy.
