Page 43 of Force Play
I tug on the silver chain around his neck. “Fuck me, Ari. Fuck me until you’re all I can feel. Make me come all over your cock, and tell me again why I shouldn’t dislike you.”
I feel his dick twitch against my leg before he sets me on my feet and brings my hands to the waistband of his boxers. “Then take these off, and let me show you what a night with me is like.”
I roll my eyes at his cockiness, but I comply, hooking my fingers into his waistband and sending them to the ground. His cock juts out from his body, angry and hard, precum leaking from his tip. And he’s big.
So fucking big.
Matt wasn’t small, but he also wasn’tthis.Ari might actually split me in half.
If he can even get that entire thing inside me.
I smile at him deviously as I swipe my thumb over his head, gathering up the arousal seeping out and spreading it down the top of his length. Ari breathes heavily when I touch him, so I wrap my hand around cock, intent on dragging out his torture a little longer.
But as soon as I do, my eyes go wide.
Ari smirks at me knowingly. “What’s the matter, Spitfire?”
“You’re… pierced.”
Ari Morgan has a pierced dick. It’s not surprising, but I certainly wasn’t expecting it.
“I am,” he rasps as I lightly squeeze him.
“How many?” I ask. I can feel that there are multiple.
“Why don’t you count them with your tongue?” He gently pushes me to my knees as he says it, and I rest with my face only inches from his dick.
I take my tongue and run it along the underside of his shaft, starting with the first barbell I find toward the back. Slowly, I trail my tongue up, counting each one as I go.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I look at it now to confirm, and sure enough, five barbells make up a Jacob’s Ladder down the length of his cock.
“So, how many?” he teases, helping me stand back up.
“Five. Why five?”
Ari cocks his eyebrow at me. “Why not? It’s big enough for five.” I roll my eyes, and he doesn’t take too kindly to that, pinching my nipple between his fingertips. “You know it is, Luc.”
I huff. “Fine. It’s big. Happy?”
He smirks before backing me up against the door again, delving his tongue into my mouth, absolutely owning me. The kiss is frantic, all teeth and tongues and desperate moans. The cool metal of his piercings feels perfect against the heated skin of my stomach, though it’s not enough to cool me down.
If anything, I’m going to combust soon if he doesn’t get inside me.
“Condom?” I ask between kisses.
“Wallet,” he asserts before breaking away from me and grabbing his wallet from his jeans.
“You’re not supposed to keep condoms in your wallet,” I say as I watch him slide the foil wrapper out.
