Chapter 17 Jade
Isit up enough to press my lips to his. There wasn’t a lot of room left between us, which leaves me not quite sitting but also not laying.
It’s not exactly comfortable, so I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him down with me.
He comes willingly, if not a little clumsily, and I get the feeling I might’ve caught him off guard, but he doesn’t pull back.
Kissing Zander isn’t new anymore, but it’s no less amazing.
His lip ring is cold against my lips, and I can’t resist the urge to run my tongue along it.
He fiddles with that thing all the time, and now I can see why.
He presses further into me as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine and distracting me from his lip ring momentarily.
We kiss for long enough that it’s a wonder he doesn’t collapse on top of me, but the longer we kiss, the more of his body he allows to relax into me. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s struggling to hold himself up or because he simply wants to be closer, but I’m not complaining.
That is until he attempts to pull away. His arms shift around me as if he intends to turn me with him, but I have no intention of moving. I bite his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth. I'm careful not to break skin, but it’s hard enough to make him pause, stopping him from pulling away.
He growls, and the sound vibrates out of his mouth and into mine, but he seems to get the message as he stops attempting to move away.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to crush you,” he says with a chuckle once I finally release his lip.
“I’m not fragile, Zan. You won’t break me.” I tell him, flicking his lip ring with my tongue again.
He huffs a laugh and gives a little shake of his head. “No, you're not. I know that. But I’m also trying not to have a repeat of you killing my ego if I end up pressed up against you again.” It takes me a moment to understand what he’s referring to. When it clicks, I roll my eyes at him.
“I said I was sorry.”
I move my hand from his neck down to his bare chest, slowly running my fingers down the length of his stomach until I reach the elastic of his sweatpants.
His breath catches just the slightest bit, and it sends a wave of desire through me while also making me feel powerful, and I let my fingers continue moving lower.
“Doll.”
I silence him with a press of my lips to his, pulling back to look up at him as I let my fingers graze over his very hard cock as it strains against the fabric of his pants.
“Let me apologize,” I tell him with my lips still pressed against his. This time, he doesn’t seem to have anything to say, instead giving me a simple nod as he looks down at me.
I’m not sure where the courage to be this forward is coming from, but I don’t question it. Zander is comfortable, fun, and he makes me feel like I’m in control; he has since the moment I met him, even when he’s taken me out of my comfort zone.
I move my fingers back up his sweats, rubbing against him with a bit more pressure this time. The memories of the night he showed me how enjoyable this could be run wild in my mind.
Zander stays impossibly still above me, letting me give only what I want. When I reach his waistband once again, I curl two fingers beneath it, teasing the skin that's usually hidden.
I watch his face as he stares down at me. If I wasn’t looking, I might’ve missed the way his pupils blow wide, but I don’t, and it spurs me on.
Taking a breath, I push my hand into the fabric of both his sweatpants and boxers.
I’m not sure why I’m nervous. It’s not like I’ve never touched or seen a dick.
Honestly, I’ve seen more than I ever thought I wanted to, until now at least. Until now, I’d never done anything like this because I wanted to, only because I had to, and that makes this just as terrifying as it is exciting.
I run my hand over the top of him, cupping and lightly squeezing while he presses back against my hand. He hisses a breath between his teeth as his eyes fall closed and his head sags forward slightly.
“Jade.” He breathes my name, and it's as if every word he says is liquid courage, pushing me past any nerves I would usually have in this kind of situation.
I wrap my hand around his hard length. Wrapping my fingers around him, I expect the skin underneath to be soft and sensitive just as it is on the top, but I’m met instead with cold metal. I pause as my brain tries to understand exactly what it is I’m feeling, but I come up blank.
“What's the matter?” Zander's question pulls me from my thoughts, and when I look up at him, his face is full of concern.
I don’t know how to ask him without risking sounding stupid, but I have to know, so I just blurt it out without thinking too much about it.
“What is this?” I say, running my hand over some of the metal in way of explaining.
“My dick?” he questions, his face screwing up in obvious confusion as he stares down at me.
I roll my eyes at his response because, no duh.
“No, this.” I give a slight tug to one of the metal balls, and he hisses in response. Although it doesn’t sound like it was in pain, I release the ball just in case.
Recognition lights his features, though, as he understands the question I don't quite know how to ask, and a smile lights his face.
“You’ve never seen a pierced dick?” he asks, and I feel my eyes go wide.
No, I’d never seen a pierced dick. I didn’t even know that was a thing, but now that I do, I can’t help but be curious. How does that even work? How bad did it hurt? Why pierce it at all? So many questions fill my mind, but the only thing I can do is shake my head in response.
He pushes back to sit on his knees, and this time I don’t stop him.
“Do you want to see?” he asks, sounding almost unsure.
I scramble to sit up. “Can I?” I don’t even attempt to hide my eagerness.
He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back off his face where it fell when he was leaning over me, and sighs.
“Doll, I can’t even begin to explain to you how much you're killing me right now. But I promise you, one thing you never need to ask me is if you can see my dick. If you want it at any point, it’s yours.
I don't care where we are or what we're doing; I will never tell you no.” He’s smiling while he says that, but I don’t think he’s kidding.
Zander crawls off the bed, looking over at me, and I scramble to follow him. He watches me for another second before he grabs the waistband of both his boxers and sweatpants, pulling them both down in one swift motion.
I sit and wait, my mind trying to picture what I felt with no real success, as he steps out of his pants. When he stands back up, my eyes go directly to his dick.
God damn.
Dicks aren’t the most beautiful things by any means. I’ve seen a lot that were downright unappealing, but Zander’s isn’t one of them.
He’s hard as fuck, which I already knew, but feeling him blind isn’t the same as seeing. He’s both thick and long, and it’s no wonder Amanda was throwing herself at him. A lot of guys would kill for one or the other, and he has both.
It’s dark in the room, but all the time spent in the dark has given my eyes time to adjust, and while it’s not the same as when the light is on. I can say that it’s not a trick of the dark when I look to find no metal.
Without thinking about it, I reach out for further inspection.
My hand wraps around his shaft as I look at the underside, as I realize that’s where I had felt it.
The moment my hand touches him, he hisses, and his body tenses.
I look up at him questioningly. He’s watching me, but he doesn’t protest my touch.
He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he looks down at me, and I realize he didn’t make the sound in discomfort.
A smile tugs at my lips as I look up at him before I turn back to his pierced cock. I have to know.
I run my fingers along the underside of his thick length and feel it.
It’s not just one metal ball but two, going through a bar that pierces the skin.
I continue running my fingers down the length of him purely for his reaction and gasp in shock as I find not just one piercing but another and then another.
When I reach the base of his cock, I’ve counted six bars, starting just under the head and evenly spread.
Does he have six piercings… on his dick? There’s no way, right?
I can’t resist the need to see them as I lean forward, pushing his dick up higher to expose the underside of it.
Yup, there are, in fact, six bars. I let his dick drop before I move up the bed to the table next to it and flick on one of the small lights. The sudden brightness blinds me, but I don’t let myself adjust; instead, I hurry back to him.
“Fuck, Doll, how about you warn me before you blind me next time?” Zander hisses with a hand over his eyes to hide from the light, but I ignore him.
I lift his dick again to admire the metal, and as my eyes adjust, I can see they’re each a different color.
The first one is dark blue, then black, green, silver, gray, and red.
Dicks aren’t usually pretty, but somehow Zander’s found a way to make his mesmerizing.
Starting at the bead of pre-cum leaking from his slit, I run my thumb down his length and over the place where his skin hides the bars.
I move all the way to the base before going back up.
His cock jerks when I reach the sensitive skin where his head meets his shaft.
Judging by the way his dick continues to leak and his groans, I would bet the piercing only increases that for him.
“It’s called a Jacob's ladder.” Zander’s words are strained, but they’re enough to get my attention.
“Why?”
“Um, I don’t know. That's just what Mad told me it was called when I got it.”