Page 21 of Bratty Badboys

My eyes flickered from his hand to his face, his eyes pinned on me as I swallowed. He lowered his hand on my thigh, brushing over the obvious hard-on. My hand clenched when he didn’t touch me where I wanted him to?—

“Give me your hand,” he whispered, his tone soft making me feel on edge. I wasn’t expecting such softness from him.

I raised my right hand and watched him hold it, his skin warm as he lowered my hand to my crotch. I let out a grunt when he moved my hand over the pants.

“Go on,” he said, his voice breathy. “Unzip and show me your pretty dick.”

“God… fuck,” I whimpered and lowered my zipper, pulling out my hardened member. He groaned seeing it. My tip was already leaking with pre-cum, and I pumped myself seeing his cock twitch and pulse.

“Yeah, stroke yourself—mm, just like that,” he moaned, his hand wrapping around himself as we both jerked ourselves and soon our hips started moving in a rhythm.

And before I knew what I was doing, I was pulling him closer with my hand on his waist. My knuckles brushed against the skin of his cock, soft, velvety and hard.

His eyes were hooded and dark. His flustered face inches away from me. My eyes lowered to his lips, the piercing glinting as the water from the shower slowed down.

“May I?” he asked, his voice needy and barely audible.

I didn’t answer him. I leaned up and brushed my lips against him. Soft, warm lips. I pulled back, peering at him from my lashes. His pupils dilated when my hand slid up from his waist to his neck. I could feel his pulse beat. So fast.

We shared a breath before we were on each other. His lips felt so fucking good against mine. I teased the lip piercing making him groan, his hand tightening on my hair making me gasp into his hot mouth. His tongue swiped over my bottom lip, the feel of another metal making me melt as he kissed me harder, angling our head to deepen the kiss.

I lowered my hand on his back, his skin wet and warm. The muscles bunched and relaxed when I moved my palm over his hip, pushing on me in the small space. My legs would get cramped, but I didn’t care, because he was on top of me, and his lips felt fucking great against mine. Even his cock…

We pulled away, almost breathless. I looked down and let out a groan at the sight of our cocks rubbing against each other. The metal barbell of his piercing pressed against my sensitive tip making me gasp and arch.

“Fuck, this is hot as hell,” he whispered, wrapping his hand around our cocks, making me shiver. Our girths were so thick that his fingers didn’t touch each other. I groaned when he squeezed us, stroking us together. His soft, velvety hard skin rubbing against me was too much.

“Shh,” he whispered, cupping my mouth with his other hand. His hair was wet from the shower, locks dripping with water. It should be illegal for someone to look so hot and handsome in such an embarrassing situation.

And he looked anything but embarrassing.

My moan muffled against his palm when he slowed down, squeezing our shafts harder.

“Fuck me, you feel so great,” he breathed out. “Circle your fingers and hold our cocks together… mhm, just like that, babe.”

“I’m not your babe,” I said, glaring at him and following his instructions. “L-like this?”

“Babe. Baby. Gorgeous. My darling whore. Pretty slut,” he said and leaned down to lick my neck, biting the soft skin. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want when you’re whimpering for my cock like you want to worship each and every inch of it with your sweet fucking mouth. You understand?”

I swallowed, licking my dry mouth.

He scoffed, straightening up. “That’s what I thought, pretty boy.” I clenched my jaw even though the praise made my stomach warm. “Put your fingers here… fuck, don’t press?—”

His hips jerked into the fist I had made for us when I swiped my thumb over his head like I had seen him do in the video. My lips parted in awe watching him lose control, so I did it again, slowly, and I was rewarded with hot pre-cum flowing down his pierced head.

“Fuck…” he whispered, his hands clawing at my shirt when he thrusted into the fist, rubbing his shaft over me. His beady eyes met mine and I looked away. I couldn’t stand the intense look in them.

Another moan slipped out of my throat when I used both of my hands around us, making it a tight hole as he kept moving and rolling his hips. Watching him fuck my hands and rub against my cock was an art itself. Although I didn’t know much about art—I worked in finance, I was more of a numbers guy—I could appreciate the beauty of him. His muscles clenched and stomach tensed with each slow thrust. Sweat and water sheeted his toned body as the ink of his tattoos gleamed.

I licked my lips at the strange thought of sitting up and licking them. I’d trace his hard nipples with my tongue and gently tug on the piercing with my teeth.

“If you keep looking at me like that… your fucking eyes.” he trailed off, his hands scrunching on my shirt when I whimpered, his fingers playing with my nipple. His eyes lit up. “Yeah? You’re sensitive here, babe?”

I tried. I tried really hard to fight off the moan, but I couldn’t stop it when he pinched it before rubbing it gently. He clucked his tongue and fisting my shirt, he raised it up to my mouth.

“Bite on it,” he ordered. “As much as I love hearing your pretty whimpers, I don’t want to get caught.”

I bit on it, his fingers brushed over my tongue, my eyes flashing on him as he splayed his hand over my bare chest and stomach. I shivered, relishing under the warm weight of his eyes. I wasn’t as muscular as him, but I went on regular runs and I had a couple of abs that I was proud of.

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