Chapter 17 Jade #2
I laugh. “No, I meant, why get it? What made you want someone to stab a needle into your dick not once, but six times?” I can’t help but ask.
For most men, their dick is their pride and joy.
Even when they don’t have enough of it to brag about, they find a way.
I’d never thought of the idea of a pierced dick because it seems crazy to me even now.
“Oh, well, a few years ago, when I got my nose done, I was bitching about how I was running out of cool ideas for piercings. Mad made a joke about piercing my dick for me next.” He gives a shrug as if that explains it all, and while it doesn’t, knowing Zander does.
He’s not the type to overthink something, and I doubt he even considered it more than just agreeing and getting it done.
“Did it hurt?” I ask, giving a slight tug to one of the metal balls to test them.
He sucks in a sharp breath but again doesn’t protest, and I do it again to the next one, all the way down his shaft.
I look up at him when he doesn’t answer and find his focus on the place where my hand is now wrapped around him, testing how the piercings feel when I pump his cock.
“If you want me to answer questions, you're going to have to calm down, Doll. Your hand on my dick is already distracting enough without you exploring every barbell. The amount of self-control you think I have is mind-blowing.”
I move my hand back down to the base of his cock, unwilling to let it go just yet. It seems to be enough, though.
“Yeah, it hurt, but not that bad. I’ve had worse tattoos, and I don’t mind a little bit of pain.” I nod because I can see that. Zander's liking pain isn’t shocking. A lot of people enjoy a little pain with their pleasure, and some only like pain.
“The worst part was the healing. I couldn’t do shit with him for six whole weeks,” he says with a pout, and I snort a laugh because he genuinely seems upset by the memory.
“Don’t laugh. It was torture,” he whines, and I roll my eyes.
“But it was so worth it. These bad boys make everything better. Every touch is more intense, and not just for me.” He raises his brow at me, and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes at him again.
I turn my attention back to his dick.
It really is amazing. The colors and bars make it appealing in a different way, and now that I’ve seen it, I can’t say it’s not fitting for him.
Zander has piercings and tattoos all over.
I can see why he wouldn’t be opposed to doing something like this.
I wonder how different having them actually makes things.
He made it sound like it would be different for his partner as well as himself, and I can’t say that doesn’t interest me.
Would it hurt?
I can’t imagine it would, or girls probably wouldn’t like it. Well, most girls, at least.
I already know it makes him more sensitive. Just exploring them with my fingers has shown me that.
But what about sex? Is that better? Does it catch on his clothes? Would it be a problem when someone sucked his dick? Would they clink against teeth and snag?
As soon as the question enters my mind, I decide I want to know.
Zander made it clear that I can do what I please with his dick earlier. So I skip asking permission and instead lean forward, running my tongue over the first barbell.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT, JADE!" Zander shouts. The sound fills the otherwise quiet room, and I pull myself back, concerned that I’ve hurt him or done something wrong.
“Next time, maybe a little warning, Doll,” he says in a rush, no longer shouting but sounding a little out of breath.
“You need warnings on an awful lot of things. Turning on the light, putting your dick in my mouth. Did I do something wrong? I’ve never had anyone who didn’t want me to suck their dick before.”
“Oh no, Doll, you misunderstand,” he tells me, shaking his head.
“I don’t need the warning because I didn’t like it.
It’s pretty much the opposite. I need a warning so that I can make sure I don’t cum in two seconds and make a fool of myself.
Not to mention I didn’t think you would appreciate a mouthful of cum without warning.
” He arches his brow at me as if he’s proved some great point, but I don’t really see it.
“Doesn’t bother me,” I tell him with a shrug before wrapping my lips around his cock again.
“Jesus fuck, you're going to be the death of me,” he mutters through clenched teeth.
I swallow down a chuckle as I suck him further into my mouth, testing the feel of all the shiny metal.
Flicking my tongue over each bar as I move farther down his length, and his dick pulses every single time, though not as much as it did with that first one.
So they do make him more sensitive. When I reach the base, I close my mouth and swallow.
The back of my throat closes around him, and I can feel each metal ball where it rests on my tongue and against my cheek.
“Ugh, fine. I can die like this,” Zander says, his voice husky and quiet as if he’s talking to himself. Peeking up through my lashes, I find his eyes closed, his head back, hands fisted at his sides. I wish he would touch me, but I don’t feel like trying to tell him that right now.
Without moving away, I bring my hand up to cup his balls, and he hisses as his hips rock. He looks down at me, his eyes half-lidded, pupils so large they damn near eat away all the color.
Holding his gaze, I pull back, lifting my tongue to run along the underside as I go.
I pull back until only his head is in my mouth.
His breathing is ragged, but he doesn’t say a word as he watches me.
I loosen my hold on his balls slightly before I dart forward again, taking him all the way back into my mouth in one swift motion.
This time, Zander stays quiet, but I get what I want when his hand comes up to rest on my head, his fingers twisting in my hair. He doesn’t do more than hold my head, but fuck do I want him to.
I shift on the bed, trying to ease some of the ache that’s building between my thighs, and almost groan in annoyance when it does nothing. Zander turns his attention to my legs as I move, and a smirk pulls at his lips.
“Are you enjoying this?” he asks me, his voice hoarse and low. I’ve heard a lot of “bedroom voices,” and they’re almost never appealing. Most of them sound like they’ve been without a drink for too long, are sick, or like they’re trying too hard.
Zander’s voice is sinful and only makes me squirm more.
“Doll.”
The fingers he has wrapped in my hair pull my head back so that our eyes meet, and I realize he’s waiting for a response.
Zander made it very clear that I need to tell him what I like and what I want. But as his fingers tighten in my hair, I lose the ability to speak. I nod as my breathing comes in pants, the slight tug on my hair making everything heightened.
Last time, Zander insisted that I use my words, but as his fingers loosen, I assume he takes my nod as an answer. Which is good considering my mouth is full, but also not so great because I don’t exactly want him to let go.
I whimper at the loss of contact as he pulls his hand from my hair altogether, making him chuckle.
“Well, clearly, you enjoy that, too.” I don’t even have to nod in response this time. He wraps his fingers back up in my hair, giving it a slight tug while keeping his hand against my scalp. I hum around him, making him shudder.
It stings ever so slightly, but somehow, it makes the ache inside of me that much worse.
Shit. I’m a mess, and if the ache is anything to go by, I’m also making a mess.
I’ve never enjoyed sucking dick before, and I’ve never been so wet from something as simple as someone pulling my fucking hair.
I push away the ache and focus instead on him as I swallow him down again, alternating pressure on his balls as I do the same with my mouth.
His hips jerk, but he quickly stops himself, and when I look up, he’s got his eyes screwed shut, and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip.
The idea of him fucking my face only makes me wetter, but I know he won’t without me telling him to, and honestly, I’m not sure if I can handle that right now.
I want to do everything with Zander because he makes me feel like I can, but I know it’s not that simple, and some things might not work out as well right away. So I’ll take what I can get, and right now, that’s having Zander fall to pieces for me.
I increase my pace as I bob along his shaft, still paying attention to his piercings and balls. It doesn’t take long before his fingers tighten, scraping his nails on my scalp, and I know he’s trying to hold back.
“Jade, it’s not a race,” he moans, damn near panting, and when I peek up at him again, I find him staring down at me. His pleasure is clear on his face. His words make me move faster.
“If you don’t slow down…” He cuts himself off with a groan before he tries again. “I’m gonna… fuck,” he curses as I press my tongue flat to the underside, caressing that sensitive spot just below his head as I hollow my cheeks out and take him all the way down my throat.
He growls, throwing his head back as he holds me in place, and I fight the urge to gag. My throat works around him, making him curse, and I feel his cock twitch right before he loses it, and I swallow.
The moment he’s finished, he stumbles back, his dick leaving my mouth with a wet pop as I lick my lips, getting every drop.
Everyone tastes different, and while it’s not always pleasant, Zander’s flavor isn’t terrible, and I find I don’t mind it.
He watches as I run my tongue over my lip, and heat flares in his eyes once again.
His dick twitches even though it just went limp, and I can’t help but wonder just how quickly he could go again.
Normally, guys are down for at least a few hours, but something tells me that’s not the case here.
Zander doesn’t even bother fixing his pants before he’s moving. He damn near barrels into me, pushing me onto my back against the bed.
I open my mouth to protest because I didn’t do that for him to return the favor. I did it because I wanted to, but one look at his face lets me know he won’t have it. If Zander wants me, then who am I to argue?
“Was the goal to see how fast you could make me come, Doll?” he asks, panting as he tries to recover, and I can’t help the burst of pride I feel knowing I did that to him.
He pulls my shorts down my legs and flings them behind him, letting them disappear somewhere in my room.
I shrug.
“Maybe,” I tell him, because it was, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He hovers over me, our noses close enough that they almost touch.
“Well, two can play that game,” he says before he slams his lips against mine, kissing me hard enough to take my breath away.
Zander pulls back and begins moving down my body.
His kiss sears my lips, and the place where his dick rests on my thigh is on fire, as he all but rips my shirt off so that I’m left in only my underwear.
Zander pulls back for a moment, and despite the darkness, I feel his eyes roam over me.
I’m fucking soaked, something that he’s about to be aware of, too, based on the way his lips are lining a path lower down my chest.
When he reaches my panties, he drops a kiss on my clit through the fabric. My breath catches, and my hips lift of their own accord in an attempt to follow him as he pulls away.
“Tell me you’ll let us help,” he says, the demand clear in his tone.
My brain’s so scrambled that I have no idea what he’s talking about at first. My mind is blank, but he’s stopped moving, and I have a feeling he won’t be doing more until I answer him.
I rack my brain trying to remember what we were even talking about.
It feels like hours ago now, but I know it wasn’t.
It only takes a second, but as soon as I remember, I nod.
I don’t know if it even matters what he asked of me right now.
If it gets his lips back on me, I’d agree.
A smile splits his face, and he yanks my underwear down in one swift motion before it follows my shorts over his shoulder.
Zander wasn’t joking when he said, two can play. He has me falling over the edge faster than I would have thought possible, but he doesn’t stop there.
He uses his fingers and tongue to make me fall apart over and over until all I can do is scream his name.
My bones feel like jelly, and I might just die if he makes me come again.
Originally, I was disappointed that I didn’t get to feel his fancy cock, but I’m too exhausted to feel anything but sated now.
I lay back on my pillows, and Zander crawls up next to me.
He doesn’t go back for his pants, and I don’t even know where my clothes went, not that I care.
This time, when he curls his arm around me to pull me into him, I feel his cock stiffen, and I don’t pull away.
Instead, I push back into him, enjoying the feel of him and the deep grumble in his chest at my movement.
“Get some sleep, Doll. There's plenty of time for that later,” he assures me as he nibbles my ear before he presses a kiss on my neck that has my toes curling. “I’m all yours now. I’m not going anywhere,” he tells me as I settle in, and I don’t know why, but I believe him.
I don’t think Zander would ever hurt me, and I sure as hell don’t want to hurt him.
I hope I don’t.
I push thoughts of the future aside as they threaten to pop this blissful bubble we’ve created and enjoy the feel of him around me as I fall asleep in his arms.