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I was so hard I ached with it, the blood rushing south so fast I was lightheaded. The impulse to toss him on the bed, rip off his clothes, and sink into his body—to claim my rightful place—was so vital that I palmed his hips and pulled him in.
He whimpered, rubbing like a cat against my rigid dick, hand going up to pinch my nipple. I grunted, thrusting against him, satisfied when I felt the evidence of his arousal.
Silky strands of his hair brushed over my bare chest when he bent, taking the piercing into his mouth to suck. I moaned, palming the back of his head and pushing him closer.
“Yes, you’re so good,” I praised, and he doubled his efforts, curling his tongue around the barbel and tugging. Lust shot into my balls like lightning, tightening them against my body as I hissed in pleasure.
My fingers dug into his scalp as he sucked and tugged, lapping at me like a starved man. He only lifted his head to move to the other nipple, attacking it with the same fervor, sucking until my stomach muscles quivered from being clenched.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmured, gliding my hand down from his head to hold the back of his neck.
His hand pushed into my boxers, rubbing against the hair, and he purred in delight. Only then did he wrap his fist around my shaft and squeeze.
I bucked up into his hand but pulled his head away from my chest. He whined and tried to move back, but I squeezed his neck, keeping him up. “Look at me, princess.”
Ignoring the command, he pumped my dick.
“Matthew.”
His head whipped up.
“Are you a virgin?”
Hurt flashed in his stare. “Why? Am I bad at this?”
I would have laughed if not for that flash of insecurity. Grinding into the fist still wrapped around my dick, I held his stare. “There is not one bad thing about you, Matthew. You are so good, and I want you so much.”
A sheen glossed over his eyes, the hand around my dick slackening just a little. “Really?”
“My good boy,” I promised.
His plump lower lip quivered, and he leaned in, initiating a kiss. I surrendered, swallowing down his whimpers and needy moans, euphoric that he’d reached for me. Before I lost myself completely, I ripped my mouth free.
“Are you?” I half panted.
“Does it matter?”
I caught his chin. “The actual answer won’t change anything about the way I feel. But yes, it matters, Matthew. Everything about you matters. Every. Thing.”
“I’m not a virgin,” he told me quietly, watching to see if I meant what I said.
“That’s okay, baby.” I encouraged him.
“But it’s been a while.”
“What’s a while?” I asked boldly.
His eyes averted. “Two years.”
“Why?”
His eyes popped wide, incredulous that I would dare ask.
I squeezed his chin. “Every. Thing.”
His nostrils flared, a bolt of stubbornness cracking through his chocolate eyes. I waited, letting him come to terms with the knowledge that I was going to invade him. I was going to know him body and soul.
“I didn’t really like it all that much,” he whispered, shoulders slumping. “He said I wasn’t good at it.”
