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Since I’ve already thrown caution to the wind tonight, I do it. It’s also obvious that he really wants me to, and that realization combined with the unbelievably sexy sight in front of me pushes me right back to the edge as soon as my fingertip reaches my clit.
I don’t spread my legs any farther apart, and I doubt he can see much of what I’m doing, but it doesn’t seem to matter. As soon as I let out the first soft gasp, he yanks his shirt up, and ropes of come shoot out of his mushroom-shaped tip. There’s a glint of metal, but before I can wrap my head around what it is, his head falls back in ecstasy, and when my name falls from his lips, I come again too. It’s not quite as powerful as the orgasm he gave me, but it’s still better than any other I’ve given myself.
After, he falls on the mattress, breathing hard as he pulls me into his arms and curls his body around mine, holding me tight as he maneuvers me into being the little spoon to his big. I don’t fight it, my limbless body going along with whatever he wants.
His hot breaths fan over the bare skin of my shoulder since neither of us bothered to pull the robe completely back into place, and he plants a kiss there as I feel him settling behind me. “Stay with me tonight. Just… stay.”
There’s no mention of more drinks or even cleaning up, but I figure he just needs to catch his breath.
I’m too curious to just let him be, though. To be honest, it feels like I’m in a bit of a state of shock because of what I noticed just now. “Do you have a…? There’s metal in your…”
When I trail off, I feel his chest shaking with quiet laughter behind me. “If you’re trying to ask if my cock is pierced, the answer is yes.”
I suck in a breath. “Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore. It hurt like a bitch when I got it, though.” He chuckles. “I really didn’t think Maxim was going to go through with it.”
“What does Maxim have to do with your, uh, piercing?”
“It’s called a Prince Albert,” he supplies helpfully, his lips fluttering against my skin as he speaks. “I dared him to get one, and he said he would if I did. I think we were both really hoping the other would back out, but neither of us did.”
“You guys are so weird.” I let out a soft giggle, burrowing into his front and getting comfortable.
“We’re not weird,” he objects laughingly, then runs his fingertips lightly down my back. “Just a little competitive. Why did you sound so surprised about it?”
“I’ve just, uh, I never knew you had one. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“I was in too much pain after we got them to walk around advertising that I had one, and after that, I guess it just sort of became part of me, so I never mentioned it.”
We chat about it for a little while longer, but I have way too many questions to ask them all tonight. Vincent asked me to stay, but I still feel like he’s going to change his mind any minute.
Still, it’s so nice cuddling with him that I decide to enjoy the moment. Letting the rest of my questions go for now, I focus on how good it feels to be held by him. It’s definitely been a surprising night so far, and I’m really not looking forward to it ending.
Soon, though, I feel his body soften and his breathing evens out, and that’s when I realize that Vincent has just fallen asleep with me in his arms. And that I have no intention of sleeping anywhere else tonight than exactly where I am.
18
VINCENT
Olivia is driving me crazy. Well, actually, no. That’s not true. I’m the one driving us both up the fucking wall.
It’s been a week since that first night we fooled around, and with little else to distract us, that’s pretty much all we’ve been doing since. We work, and then we play. Only, I still haven’t actually touched her, and I don’t even know why.
She’s literally begged me to, but it’s always been in the heat of the moment, and when we’ve talked about it after, she’s pointed out that she was totally sober and still wanted me to, but it’s like I can’t bring myself to do it.
I think she’s starting to think that I don’t want to, but nothing could be further from the truth. I want to so badly that it’s all I think about. All I dream about.
Yet every fucking time, even when I’m so close that I can feel the heat of her pussy on my skin, I pull away. I’m slowly going insane because of it. Because I really don’t know why. I’ve never had a problem touching a girl before, but this is Olivia, and knowing that she’s never been touched is fucking with my head.
Part of me still can’t believe she’d want me to be the first to touch her considering our history, but another part of me just can’t bring myself to be the one to take that innocence from her. Even though I know I wouldn’t be taking it if she’s giving it freely.
It just… means something with her, and until I figure out what, I can’t do it. I won’t. We’ve done all sorts of other stuff. Multiple times a day, we end up naked in each other’s rooms, exploring as much as we can and seeing every inch of each other.
She’s fascinated with my piercing and seems really concerned that it’ll hurt if she ever touches it. I’ve told her that it actually feels really good and not to worry about it. But now she’s using that knowledge to ask me all sorts of questions about what I like to have done with it, and it’s really not helping me to talk about it so much.
I’ve watched her touch herself everywhere, instructed her to touch places she’s never touched before.
The scent of her arousal has become like a drug to me, and I want nothing more than to taste it. Directly from the source, I mean. I’ve had her fingers in my mouth after, though. She thought I was disgusting when I asked for her hand while it was covered in her juices, but fuck. I had to get creative, or I was going to pin her down and mount her like a fucking stud animal.
