Chapter 9 #2
Luc removes his hand from my ass, and I want to cry. He swipes through the remaining mess on his stomach and returns his finger to my hole, rubbing it in small circles and pressing. I push back and hiss out a “yesss” as the tip of his finger breaches me, then whine when he pulls it back out. Tease.
His free hand pushes the waistband of my pants down around my balls and wraps around my cock.
He pumps me once, then pauses, eyes widening with confusion and maybe a little shock.
I bite my lip and give him my most seductive smile, while in the back of my head I say a little prayer that I don’t scare him off.
Replacing his hand with my own, I watch his reaction as I pull my cock up to my stomach, showing him the rows of metal balls along the underside of my shaft, starting just below the crown. He gapes, then swallows.
“How does that feel?” he asks huskily, gently running his fingers over each ball.
“For me or for you?”
He blanches, as if he hadn’t thought of both of those possibilities, but he definitely looks curious.
“For me, they feel good. I’m more sensitive,” I say, rubbing my thumb through the evidence leaking from the tip. “And they make me feel good. More confident, I suppose.”
“Just what you needed, more confidence,” he teases, still fingering each row of studs. “Why so many?”
My lips quirk. “Well, what looks like ten is actually five,” I explain.
“Here…” Taking his fingers in mine, I guide him to press on the space between the studs so he can feel the horizontal barbell beneath the skin.
When he wraps his hand around me fully and rubs his thumb up and down the space between the studs, I shiver.
More pre-cum dribbles out of me, and he uses it to glide his hand up and down my cock, paying special attention to the pierced area.
In no time, I’m rocking my hips, thrusting into his hand.
After gathering more pre-cum, his finger returns to teasing my hole.
“You didn’t answer me,” he says, watching as I roll my body on top of him, still trapped in these God-forsaken pants. Damn it, I wish he’d just tear them off of me. The fabric is so thin and soft, he could do it easily. “Why so many?” He repeats, bringing my attention back to the question at hand.
“I, uh–mmph–I like them. I got one and then couldn’t stop, kept going back every year for another.”
“How many do you plan on getting?”
“Luc, I can’t think with your finger teasing me like that,” I whine, then gasp when he pushes it all the way in, which at this angle is only to the second knuckle.
“Shit, sorry, was that too much?” He tries to pull back, but I lift my hips and all but sit on his hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growl, rocking back on his finger. Luc grins salaciously and moves his finger in and out of me.
I have completely lost the plot. I’m supposed to be swallowing his cum, not getting finger-fucked and questioned.
“Answer, Jesse.”
“Uh, I–it depends.”
“On what?” he asks when I don’t clarify.
“On you.”
He pauses for a moment and locks a curious gaze on me.
“I’m due for the sixth piercing this coming spring. We’ll see if you want me to continue or not.”
“This spring?” His brow furrows, some unnamed emotion swirling in his blue eyes. Is he calculating what I meant?
What did I mean? Did I mean if we’re still together come spring, because I’m confident we will be.
There’s something about him, about how this feels, that’s right.
I think we’re meant to be together. That’s why I’ve been haunted by his memory all these years.
It’s why the universe brought us back together.
Or did I mean that I won’t need to mark another year since the night we spent together?
I got a tattoo on the anniversary of that night, got high while getting inked, and decided to pierce my dick as punishment for screwing up so badly.
Then, in a mixture of liking the piercing more than I anticipated, but also overdramatic pity for myself, I decided to mark each year that went by.
I’m not sure what I planned to do once I got to the bottom.
Start along the top? Pierce myself until I ran out of surface area and my dick looked alien?
No idea. Thinking that far ahead isn’t really a habit of mine.
It’s possible I didn’t think I’d live long enough to worry about it.
None of that matters now.
I lean down to kiss him, and he continues his delicious torture. I mewl into his mouth, wishing I had lube out here so he could keep going until he fit all of his fingers in there. And then he could fuck me right here, bent over right in front of the fireplace.
Like he can hear my internal begging, he pulls his finger out of me and spits on it, then holds his hand up for me to do the same. Goddamn.
With his spit-drenched fingers, he reaches around me again, pushing not just the one, but two fingers inside me. I moan loudly. He looks at my cock hungrily, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
“Want to know what they taste like?” I huff, breathing heavily as Luc fucks my asshole with his fingers, a little too close to finding the detonation button. I won’t be able to last.
“I want to know what they taste like, and I want to know what they feel like.”
Whoa.
The pulse of lust that just went through me was like a shockwave. It started in my core and radiated to my ass and the tip of my dick. I let out a cry and grit my teeth, not wanting to come yet.
“I’m going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before,” I say, flicking my tongue ring out before forcing it into his mouth again. His groan is deep as he sucks on it.
Before I can pull myself away from him to show him what I mean, his fingers slip out of me.
He hooks his arms beneath my thighs and flexes his arms, bringing my cock up to face level.
I grip the back of the couch behind him before I fall ass over head onto the floor on the other side and try to get my bearings, but he sucks my cock into his mouth. I tremble.
“Who’s showing off now?” I snark weakly through my moaning as Luc continues to get an arm workout, flexing his biceps to hold me up while he fucks his own mouth with my body. “I wanted to do that,” I whine, trying to look down. “And I want to see.”
Luc slides down the back of the sofa and lets my legs down so I’m hovering over him. My vision goes hazy seeing him like this, his mouth open to take me. I scramble to take my pants off and straddle his chest again.
“Goddamn, Luc. You could not be sexier than you are right now.” I rasp and hold myself around the base of my cock. I’m too fucking close. “Stick out your tongue.”
He does, and I guide my cock back into his mouth, rubbing the pierced underside along the flat of his tongue.
I suck in a breath, trying to hold on just another minute, but then he looks up at me, closes his lips around my cock, and sucks, rolling his tongue along the underside of my shaft, over the piercings.
I shout, and my hips buck, pushing me farther back in his mouth than I meant to go. He gags, then moans, and I’m done. I unload into his throat, vision whiting out.
It takes me a few moments to get my composure after pulling out of Luc’s mouth. I all but collapse on him, and he maneuvers us so I’m draped over his body. His hard cock is against my hip, and I can’t stand it for long. It’s my turn.
Getting off of him and the couch, I boss him into the position I want him in, leaning back in the corner of the sectional. He complies, but he’s amused by it.
“Don’t get too cocky,” he says. “I’m pretty sure I’d sign over my entire life’s savings to get your mouth on me.”
I bark out a laugh, getting to my knees in front of him, then grabbing his hips and yanking him down farther before guiding him to place his feet on either side of the couch. “I’ll get you to sign over more than that by the time I’m through.”
He looks like he might try to snark back, but I take his cock in my hand, opening my mouth to let spit slide off my tongue onto the tip of his cock. I use it to pump his cock, finding just the right spot to wrap my fingers around him to get the most movement of his foreskin over his cock.
“Someday,” I tell him. “We’re going to fuck each other raw, and I’m going to stretch this deliciousness all the way over my own cock and jack us both until I come inside it.”
“Jesus, Jesse,” Luc exclaims, leaning his head back. “Fucking hell. Is that something you’ve done before?”
“No,” I say, leaning in to lick at the spurt of pre-cum that tells me he doesn’t hate the idea. “But since meeting you, I watch a lot of porn with uncut guys.”
“Is that a thing?”
“Fuck yeah, it’s a thing.” I put my mouth around just the tip and slide my tongue down the underside of his head, rubbing the ball of my tongue ring against the sensitive spot. “What do you like?” I ask before taking more of him into my mouth, sliding all the way down his shaft.
“What? Like what porn do I watch?”
I nod with my mouth around his cock, grinning when I feel his hand comb back my hair. I flick my eyes up to his when he’s pushed it away.
“Um… Uh…” He’s too distracted watching me to answer, but I don’t change my pace. I just stare into his eyes curiously, waiting for him to answer. “I like the amateur stuff mostly.”
I pop off, letting more spit run out of my mouth. My fingers gently fondle his balls, teasing under them, coaxing wetness down his crack. “Mmm, me too. I hate the scripted stuff.”
“It’s funny rather than sexy,” he says, trying to chuckle through his arousal.
“What topics do you look for? Like, are you watching jock porn where the big, buff football player pounds the pretty cheerleader or the nerdy twink or…?”
Luc is shaking his head, face flushed dark red. Is he blushing or holding back an orgasm already? I should move this along.
“I–I like– Um… I usually only watch gay porn. And I like… unghh… first times.” He says it quietly, breathlessly, caught between embarrassment and distracted arousal over all the ways I’m touching him.
I’ve moved on to swirling my tongue around his tip, slithering it around the edge of his foreskin before pushing my tongue inside.
He bucks, knees rising, and grips my hair. “Shit!” Then he gasps and drops his hands and legs, leaning forward to take my face in his hands. “Shit, I’m sorry!”
I can’t help but chuckle. “It’s alright. I don’t mind, I promise.” I push up to kiss him. “Was that a good reaction or are you not a fan?”
“Good,” he says quickly. “Too good. I wasn’t expecting it though.”
“Thank fuck because that is way too much fun to not do, like, all the time,” I say, pushing him back into position.
This time, I don’t waste time torturing him.
I give his cock the full treatment, making it wet and sloppy.
He really seems to love when I suck and tongue his foreskin.
I think it feels best when I put my whole tongue inside and swirl it around, but the visual of me using just the tip of my tongue so he can see my tongue stud really seems to turn him on.
When my thumb finds his hole and starts massaging small circles, he doesn’t act shocked or jump.
He was probably expecting it, he’s obviously had more practice with a guy.
I’m trying not to hate it, because God knows I’ve done my fair share of fucking around.
It’s been almost a year since I’ve been with someone, though, because it turned out I did need the drugs and alcohol to pretend they were as good as him.
I’m glad it’s been that long. Hell, part of me wishes I’d been celibate since that night, because no one ever measured up.
I lick, suck, and kiss down to put my tongue where my thumb has been playing with him. He’s relaxed enough that I could easily slide the tip of my thumb in, but I want to tongue fuck him until he shakes and then milk him for all he’s worth.
His breaths get heavier as I suck and kiss and lick his ass.
When I spear the tip inside, he moans, but he hasn’t felt anything yet.
When I push my whole tongue inside, piercing and all, he sucks in a breath and curses.
Every time I push it in, his breath hitches as the balls of my piercing push through.
When he’s soft and pliant under my tongue, and his hips are rocking, I replace my tongue with two fingers and take his cock in my mouth again.
My eyes nearly roll back when he moans my name and runs his hand through my hair.
I reach up to cover his hand with mine, wordlessly instructing him to push and guide me the way he likes.
Once he takes over, I return my hand to the base of his cock and pump while I take him deep, pushing my fingers all the way inside and curling them up, stroking his insides while I stroke his outsides.
He doesn’t push hard, but he finally loses enough control to put pressure on my head, rocking his hips to get deeper.
“Jesse!” He cries out my name three times before spilling into my mouth, and I swallow every drop, stroking his prostate and sucking him through the aftershocks until he’s curling in on himself.
He falls back on the couch cushions, legs falling to either side of me. I rest my cheek against his thigh, giving his cock gentle kisses and licks as it softens while he strokes my hair. We sit like that, silently soaking in the afterglow and waiting for our heart rates to go down.
“There’s no way I’m letting you go now, Luc Martín.”