Chapter 8 Vincent #2
“Is there anything you want to take off the table? Anything you don’t like?” I kneel on the edge of the bed, taking in the sight of this gorgeous man lying before me.
“Um…” I wait, giving him time to get the words out. “I don’t want to bottom. Not tonight at least.”
“Okay, does that mean nothing related to your ass or only no penetration?”
Beau looks at me like I’ve grown a third head. “I don’t…no one’s ever asked me that before.”
I shudder thinking about the kind of men he’s been with. “Well, I’m asking you now. I want you to be comfortable.”
“No penetration, I guess.”
I don’t love the I guess he’s tacked onto the end, but I suspect it’s the most I’m going to get out of him. “If I do something you don’t like, you tell me, okay?” He nods enthusiastically. “Promise?”
“I promise.” His voice is so quiet I can barely hear him.
“Good, then spread those legs for me, gorgeous.”
It takes a second for him to comply, but he pulls his legs further apart, bending his knees and giving me room to move between them.
I can’t help but crawl over the top of him, desperate for more kisses.
There haven’t been nearly enough so far in our night.
I held off as long as I could during the date.
The whole time we were playing, he’d make these little noises when he was concentrating, contorting his face into different positions as he made sense of the cards and the board.
Unlike our earlier kisses, these aren’t rushed. We both know this is leading somewhere, but neither of us seems in a hurry to move things along.
Eventually, I’m desperate to get to the main event.
Or at least, move to the appetizer. I pull away from him, both of us gasping for air.
As soon as I can breathe again, I make my way down his body, stopping to savor as many places as possible.
Each time I find a spot that makes him gasp, I store the knowledge away for next time.
As I move down him, I catalogue every freckle, every mark, making a note to ask him later about a few scars. When I look up, his gaze is fixed on me, pupils blown. He gives me a quick nod, and I continue my journey.
As I make myself more comfortable between his legs, I pepper kisses along his inner thighs.
His cock is bigger and thicker than I would’ve thought based on his size.
It makes me wonder what else he’s been hiding.
And what do I have to do to get him to put it inside me?
I usually prefer to top, but I make exceptions.
Beau is definitely an exception I’m willing to consider.
There’s a string of precum from his mushroom head to his lower belly, and I lean down, grasping him in one hand, and use my tongue to taste him.
As soon as I do, he lets out a loud moan.
Thankfully, I don’t have any neighbors to complain about the noise we make tonight.
Another benefit of living here. During the day is a different story, but at least for now, I can enjoy how vocal he is.
“You want me to suck you?”
“Please.”
“Are you going to be good and let me taste your cum?”
“Fuck.” His hips buck up. That’s a yes.
I give his slit a long lick before I swallow him down. Or at least as much as I can.
I reposition myself to get a better angle, able to get more of him in my throat.
“Vincent,” he calls out. I love hearing my name on his lips, knowing I’m the one making him fall apart.
I use my free hand to fondle his balls and rub the spot behind them.
It’s not long before he starts thrusting into my mouth.
It’s tentative at first, but I pull his hand to the back of my head, encouraging him to keep going.
“I’m gonna—” It’s all he gets out, before his cock pulses against my tongue.
I pull back a bit, just in time for the first spurt of cum to hit my tongue.
He moans loudly while I keep my mouth on him, swallowing every drop he gives me.
When he’s spent, I clean him up with my tongue until he flinches and pulls away.
“Fuck, Vincent.”
“Yeah? Did you like that?”
He looks at me like I’m crazy and waves a hand toward his softening cock. “Um…yeah?”
I snort a laugh. It’s not sexy, but I can’t help it. Beau is so serious. His face suddenly goes from relaxed to uptight, and I worry I’ve fucked it up.
“You’re still dressed.”
“I didn’t have time to get my clothes off.” It’s a lie, but a harmless one. Plus, I was in a hurry. “Would you like them off now?”
“Fuck, yes.”
BEAU
Watching Vincent strip has to be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. If I hadn’t come two minutes ago, I’d be rock hard.
Most guys would’ve peeled their clothes off as quickly as possible, doing whatever was necessary to get into bed so I could repay the favor. As always, Vincent is different.
He’s in no rush, but also not drawing it out. He unbuttons his top slowly, starting at the bottom and working his way up. As it falls open, I get the first glimpse at little pieces of metal through his nipples.
Fuck. I had no idea he had piercings. Maybe I should’ve guessed, but anytime I think I have Vincent all figured out, he surprises me with something new.
“You like them,” he says, running his finger over the bit of silver.
“Yeah. Do they hurt?” As soon as the words are out, I realize what a stupid thing it was to ask.
“Not anymore. They’re sensitive, though.” He steps forward, halting his work on his pants. “You want to play with them?”
That’s an offer I have no intention of turning down. I nod and wait as he closes the last of the space between us. As he gets close, I tuck my legs under me and sit up on my knees.
“Just start gently. I don’t mind a little bit of roughness when I’m turned on, but you’ll work out the best way to manage it.”
I pick up my hand and gingerly touch the end of the barbell.
There’s a little silver rod running through each of his nipples.
On his left side, the rod has a little unicorn charm hanging from a tiny chain.
The right is the same, except the charm is a rainbow.
I snicker at the thought of how completely Vincent they are.
“You like them?” he asks softly, learning back slowly like he might pull away.
“They’re perfect on you.” I put a hand on his lower back and ease him toward me.
I run a hand up the side of his abdomen, loving the way I can feel his muscles beneath his skin.
He’s not muscular by any means, but I can feel the effects of the long hikes he’s talked about, hauling camera equipment around in the woods.
When I reach his nipple, I make eye contact with him. He gives me a barely perceptible nod.
I start by touching the little unicorn, running the tip of my finger from the tail to the horn.
It moves slightly beneath the pressure. With my confidence growing, I touch the tip of his nipple.
I’m not sure which one of us gasps at the movement, but it’s all I need to push me forward.
Using my tongue, I explore the areas, letting myself learn his skin and the piercing, marveling at the difference in feel against my mouth.
I’ve never spent much time playing with a guy’s nipples. Maybe I haven’t been into it, perhaps the guys I’ve been with haven’t gotten anything out of it. The way Vincent’s moaning, I could do this all day.
Maybe I should get my nipples pierced?
Almost as soon as the thought enters my head, I dismiss it. I can’t even imagine piercing my ears without wincing and nearly passing out from anticipatory pain. There’s no way I’d go through with it.
“Beau,” Vincent moans, tangling his hands in my hair. “Please.”
I pull off him with a pop. “What do you want?” I ask. His nipple is shiny and wet. “Anything.”
“Will you suck me?”
“Fuck, yes.” I hope he’s just as vocal when my mouth is on other parts of his body.
He reaches for his pants, his hands shaking.
“You okay?” I ask, catching his gaze to check in.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He swallows hard, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob. “I’m gonna come quickly though.”
“As long as I get my mouth on you first.” Maybe, if I’m lucky, there’ll be a round two tonight. A chance to spend a little more time exploring.
He shimmies to get his tight jeans over his hips, revealing a pair of bright pink briefs. They look gorgeous on him, especially with his erection pressing against them, a wet spot showing where he’s been leaking. Fuck, it’s hot thinking I turned him on that much before even touching his dick.
He pauses before he shucks off his briefs, and I look up to catch his attention. Instead of shyness, I see a wicked grin on his face. “I have another little surprise for you.”
Part of me is shocked to hear him use the word little in this context. I’m far from a size queen, but most men I know prefer adjectives on the other side of the spectrum to refer to their cocks.
As he pulls his briefs down, my jaw drops. Oh. Oh.
There’s a little silver ring on the tip of his penis.
“It’s a Prince Albert piercing.”
I can’t control my hand as it reaches up, my fingertips barely touching the ball on it. His cock jumps, and a bit of precum leaks from his slit.
“You won’t hurt it, just be careful of your teeth.”
It takes me a little while to gather my courage to start. Obviously, I’ve given plenty of blow jobs before, but never to anyone with a piercing. I knew people got penis piercings, but I never really considered what it would look like. Or how it would feel in my mouth.
“Did you change your mind? It’s okay if you did, I can—”
“No.” I cut him off. Instead of explaining, I pull him toward the bed. “Lie down.” I want him in a position where I have a lot of control, especially as I get used to the jewelry.
“Yes, sir.” He gives me a quick wink before he moves onto the bed and finds a comfortable position.
Courage returning, I position myself between his legs.
My first few licks are tentative, getting used to the stark contrast between the silky skin and the hard metal.
From the sounds he’s making, I’m doing a decent enough job.
Listening to him moan my name makes it easy to find my confidence.
Using one hand to steady his cock, I take him into my mouth a little at a time.
I’m surprised by how easy it is to adjust to giving a blow job to someone with a piercing. My tongue finds the jewelry over and over again, never wanting to stray very far.
“Beau, that’s so good,” he says, panting.
I double my efforts, working him hard and fast, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth and using my fist on the rest of him.
As promised, he doesn’t last long, tapping my head a few times as a warning before the first splash of cum hits my tongue. Fuck, he tastes good. I drink down every bit he gives me, then lick him clean, running my tongue over his slit one last time as he shakes beneath me.
“Beau—” He doesn’t finish the sentence, but I know what he means. This has to be one of my best nights ever, if not the best. Sex with him was mind-blowing in a way that rarely happens. Especially not the first time.
“Stay?” he asks, his big eyes pleading with me.
“Of course.” And honestly, I can’t imagine being anywhere else.