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My teeth sink into my lower lip and nod. Suddenly, he’s scooting himself out from under the car. A few seconds later, a pair of hands grip my ankles and tug. I yelp in surprise. When the overhead lights of the garage come into view, an angry Ledger stares down at me, nostrils flaring. Maybe it’s more lust filled anger. Either way, it causes goosebumps to creep up my arms and my nipples to pebble beneath my dress. I rise to my feet and stand in front of him. Steely gray eyes bore into mine and my chest heaves with every passing second.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “How much do you like this dress?” He nods at my bone-colored Michael Kors Belted Utility Dress.
I glance down. “I have no attachment to it. It’s last seas—”
“Good. Then you won’t mind if I dirty you up.” He wraps an arm around my waist, his hand splayed out across my ass, and hauls me to him.
“I like when you make me dirty.”
Then his lips are on mine. Full of heat and passion. He guides me backward until my butt hits his tool bench. Without breaking our kiss, he grips my waists and lifts me so sitting on top. My dress hikes up as I spread my legs, inviting him closer. His hands roam up my thighs, over my rib cage. The scruff on his jaw is prickly under my fingertips. Reaching around, I find the elastic tie holding his hair up and tug. When his locks fall free, I run my hands through the strands, loving the softness between my fingers. A groan rumbles from his throat when I grip a hand full of his hair, deepening the kiss. He glides his hands down to my waist and then to the top of my thighs. He breaks our kiss and we both glance down. A smeared grease handprint covers the light-colored fabric.
“Now I can see all the places you’ve touched me.”
“Yep.” His warm lips press against my neck.
I tilt my head to give him better access. “Is it strange that it turns me on?”
He stops. His breath skates across my heated skin. “Me touching you or my dirty handprint?”
I purse my lips, thinking about my answer. “Both.”
“Whatever you like, I’m here for it.” He goes back to kissing and nipping my neck. Then he pulls away and flicks the top button of my dress open. He continues his way down to the second and then the third until the sides fold over, exposing my light pink lace bra. Bending down, he places hot, open mouth kisses along my collarbone. Then he trails kisses to the swell of my breasts. His scuff tickles my sensitive skin. I moan out his name and spread my legs wider, wrapping my heels around his butt and tugging him closer, needing more of him. He continues to nip and suck on my skin. I move my hands between us and pop the button of his pants. The zipper slides down when I tug on one side. I shove my hand inside and run my hand down his length over his boxer briefs. When I run my hand up, my thumb rubs over the head and I freeze. I run my thumb over the head one more time, just to confirm. I pull away and shove his shoulders. His eyebrows pinch together.
“Are you…pierced? A Prince Albert?”
His lips tip up to one side. “Yeah.”
I bite my lip, a shy smile fighting to take over. “I want to see.”
He takes a step backward and holds his hands out, offering me free rein to check him out. When I don’t move, he nods in encouragement.
My eyes go wide like a kid on Christmas Day. Hunched over, I peel away his pants like I’m ripping open my very own special present. I’m not a prude by any means. I’ve seen my fair share of cocks. In person and watching porn. I’ve seen pierced ones in videos, but this is the first time I’m seeing one up close and personal. I slide my hands into the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly push them down in hopes I don’t hurt anything. Once the elastic is past his hips, his very impressive cock springs free. By the looks of it, he’s only half hard. On the very tip is a shiny silver ball, and another ball sits on top at the base of his head. Slowly, I drag my thumb over the ball on the tip. Ledger inhales a sharp breath through his teeth and his cock twitches.
“Is it sensitive?”
“When you keep playing with it.”
“Sorry.” I continue slowly stroking him up and down, being careful of the two balls.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to blow my load all over your dress.”
“Well, you already ruined my dress, so might as well see this to the end.” I increase the pressure of my grip. I love the feel of him in my hand. Then my mind wanders to what it would be like to have him inside me. Stretching me. Imagining what his piercing would feel like inside of me. My heels dig into his ass, pulling him closer.
When I glance up, Ledger’s hooded eyes are watching my every movement. Every slow stroke. My tongue peeks out and his gaze follows as I lick my bottom lip. Suddenly, his hand comes up and grips the nape of my neck, hauling me to him until our lips crash together in a bruising kiss. I moan into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss. Our tongues stroke and caress each other. My grip on his cock tightens as I continue to stroke him. His breathing grows heavy. His hips push forward into my grip.
“Oh. Fuck. That feels so good.” His head rolls back, soaking up my touch, before falling forward. He’s transfixed on my fingers as they wrap around him, pumping him up and down. As I quicken my strokes, his grunts grow more intense, echoing through the air. “I can’t hold on much longer.” His thrust grows more frantic.
“Make me dirty.” My tongue peeks out, wetting my lips. I want to watch him come in my hand. My mind drifts off, wondering what it would be like to have his piercing scraping the roof of my mouth.
“Fuuuck.” His orgasm rips through him as ribbons of cum splatter on my dress. Spurt after spurt, until his movements slow, eventually coming to a stop. Glancing down, a splatter of wet spots cover the front of my dress.
He cups my cheeks, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You can come surprise me at the shop anytime you want.” Before I can respond, he kisses me, except this time it’s short.
While he tucks himself back into his jeans, I say, “I figured I owed you one after the night on my couch.”
Wordlessly, he rips off a sheet of a blue towel from the roll and cleans himself off my dress. Or the best he can, but mostly he just smears it in.
“It’s okay. I’m going home after this, anyway.” I grab the rag from him.
