He groaned, tilting his head to look right in my eyes as his movement sped up. His fingers scissored, his palm grinding against the start of my slit with each sinking thrust of his digits. Dex’s eyes were dark, his shoulders tense as he fingered me.
“You gonna come on my hand, baby?” he asked in a rough voice. His body was tight and coiled over me, and I think he might have started sweating but I was too selfish to be sure.
I swallowed and nodded, dragging my eyes down the colorful slope of his detailed chest to land on the bulge beneath his boxers that had gotten bigger in no time. Some deeply possessive, sexual part of me wanted to touch him. My skills might not be anything to brag about, but how hard could it be? My boyfriend in high school had come in his pants just from dry-humping each other.
Okay, well, it was completely different but still. I’d seen enough porn even if my one-on-one experience wasn’t something confident-worthy. My hands shook just a little from nerves.
So I told that part of my brain to go to sleep a second before reaching forward to dip my fingers into the band of his boxers and tugging the elastic down low enough so that the broad, blunt head of his cock peeped out. The plum-shaped, deep pink head that was missing a piercing.
Yeah, I didn't care, and I wasn't exactly disappointed. Dex shucked his boxers the rest of the way down his hips and long legs, watching my face as his—holy-mother-of-all-that-is-magnificent.
He did have a piercing. Dear sweet lord, he had a pubic piercing.
A surface bar was threaded through the root of his long shaft, two tiny studs dotting the base like the most elegant and erotic jewelry ever.
I could hear angels setting off beautiful bells in my head at the sight. There was a chance I whispered, "Wow," but I really hoped not.
Because strike me dead, I had seen the light. And that light was eight inches, veiny, and the cutest shade of pink. You know, if a monster of a pink dick could be considered cute.
Some tricky part of my brain chanted, “Grab it, grab it!” While the other half, the logical one, stayed silent, egging me on its quietness to wrap my hand around the thick girth. My fingers just barely closed around him, but his dick jumped when I squeezed the hard flesh lightly. He was so much heavier and hotter than I ever could have imagined.
I should have known right then, when my mouth started watering with anticipation, that there was something special, something different with Dex. What the hell had come over me? I felt unprepared for what I wanted to do—and I didn't want to disappoint him by sucking at it—literally. But what did it matter? I could figure it out. If I did something wrong, he wouldn’t hesitate to correct me and I wasn’t planning on asking him beforehand. As it was, I already had ‘virgin moron’ tattooed on my forehead.
His fingers slipped out of me as I tried to push him onto his back. Moving onto my hands and knees in the same position he'd been in before, I chanced a glance up at his face, angling my body perpendicular to his. His expression was tight, ruthless, and so heavy with lust it choked me. The urge to remind him I was relatively inexperienced clutched at me but I flicked it away and took a deep breath.
I could do this, damn it.
I could do it.
It was with that motivation in mind that I lowered my mouth over the hot, mushroomed tip of his cock, sucking the head leisurely. Just like a lollipop, Ris.
A big, thick lollipop. Well, that thought made me way too excited, as I dragged my tongue down the thick vein of his dick. The rumbling groan that escaped Dex's chest had me licking faster, curling my lips over the swollen head. Watch the teeth, watch the teeth, and suck.
“Fuck!” He rolled his hips, shoving himself deeper into my mouth on instinct. I gagged for a second and slid him back out, pressing my tongue against the bulging vein on the underside of his thick tip like I'd read about other women doing. I mean, he seemed really into it so I couldn't be doing that bad of a job, right?
I sensed a brush of his hand against the place between my legs as I gave him a long, experimental lick that had him bucking his hips again.
There was no way in hell I could think, much less talk, as two fingers sank inside me, pressing into me even deeper than before. It was rough, and just a little bit painful for a moment as he pushed in and out, slowly at first but gaining speed with each pass. The uncomfortable sensation was replaced by pleasure too quickly. The rougher the movement, the more of him I tried to swallow down, sucking hard around him.
"Fuck!" he yelled, fingering me so quickly I could hear the wet slapping of his movements.
Holy, holy, holy crap. A tingle started in my lower stomach, bursting hot over every inch of my stomach and legs. His palm ground against my clit before his scissoring fingers sped up. A moment later, the sensation deep in the pit of my belly exploded, and a climax that I never would have been able to anticipate, took over my body. My insides were clenching, my thighs trembled, and I cried out Dex’s name like an inadequate thank you on my hand and knees, his dick slapping against his flat stomach after slipping out of my mouth.
His free hand was on my cheek as he sat up, stroking it gently, kissing the corners of my mouth as I came back to Earth when he leaned in. Dex’s fingers were still in me, their pump languid and fluid while I quivered around him.
Part of me expected Dex to have a smirk on his face, or something equally arrogant, but when I finally had the strength to look, his expression was dark and untethered. I smiled at him, drunk off my high and more sated than I ever could have asked for.
Yeah, I definitely didn’t give a crap about being proper or hiding what I felt for him, and he knew it when I grinned at him, kissing just to the side of his mouth right before I reached for his cock and wrapped my fingers around it.
He brushed some of my hair back with loose fingers that kneaded my scalp. I pumped the long length and added a squeeze, squeezing on the pull down to the base. Dex made a sort of whimpering noise in his throat, his hips flexing just an inch when he leaned back into his hands. "You're doin' so fuckin' good, baby—squeeze—shit, squeeze me a little harder, honey. Just like that—yeah."
Dex's mouth dropped open, his eyes taking their fill of my fingers wrapped around his shaft. But I was busy looking at those two gold studs to the side of my palm.
"Can I touch it?" I asked him, eyeing the bar of his piercing.
Dex groaned, tilting his hips up with a huff. "Please."
I laughed just a little at his politeness. I smiled at him at the same time I lowered my head and licked the two small studs nestled in the neatly trimmed dark hair, the imposing length of his erection right by my face. I took my time exploring the studs of his piercing, timidly. “It doesn’t hurt?”
His eyes flashed something that could have been amusement but centered on something more gentle than that. Dex’s hand cupped my cheek again, the thumb sweeping over my bottom lip. “No, baby, it feels great.” I licked his thumb and he rolled his eyes. Those thick black eyelashes fanned down with a grunt.
I landed a kiss to the webbing between his index finger and thumb, and then dropped back down to his lap, letting the anxiety of what I was doing slip away, my mouth full of him. To my surprise, he didn’t buck his hips too much, instead letting me do what I wanted and settling for grinding his teeth together and fisting the sheets when he dropped down to his elbows.
I started sucking on him in a steady rhythm, pumping on the half of his cock I couldn’t take in. Dex’s grunts grew louder until he was panting and jerking his hips, causing his piercing to hit the sides of my fingers.