Page 47 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

Oh, boy.I’m literally sitting with my mouth open, staring at his cock. I’ve seen naked, hard cocks in my life, some of the large variety, too—insert memory of Zayne’s cock,cough—but never a pierced one.

And so fiercely pierced.

A row of silver bars, each ending in two silver barbels, decorates the underside of his cock. I count… seven bars.

A ladder, he’d said.

A stairway to heaven.

When I touch one of the barbels, his washboard stomach tightens. When I run my forefinger down the barbels on one side, like playing the piano, he groans and his cock twitches.

“These piercings… they feel good, huh?” I lift my gaze to his face, and it’s contorted in what is either pain or intense pleasure. “I’m not hurting you?”

“You can’t hurt me,” he says through clenched teeth. “Yeah, it feels good. Intense.”

“And would I like it if you put this pierced cock in me?”

A strangled laugh escapes him. “Most definitely. We can still try, and you’ll see?—”

I lean in and lick the head of his cock.

“Fuck!” He jackknives on the bed. “Holy fuck, give a guy some warning.”

Pleasure,I decide. What he feels is pleasure, but it was too intense. I give another slower lick.

“Didn’t think… you’d go down on me.” He slumps back, panting. He lifts his head to look down at me. “I thought you were only exploring.”

“Iamexploring,” I say and lick my lips. He tastes sweeter than he smells, that vetiver and leather scent mingling with the pure male musk of his arousal. “Planning on taking my time.”

“Son of a bitch,” he says and throws an arm over his eyes. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve fantasized about being with you?”

I want to ask how long, because after the revelation about Zayne gazing at me for years—withlonging, no less—I’m curious to know what else I might have missed. A flutter of excitement, a wisp of a feeling pushes through my heart, but I push it back down.

Probably inadvertently, he’s heading into emotional territory. Territory with strings.

But we agreed this is purely physical, purely temporary.

So instead of asking, I stroke his cock, play with the piercings, use my other hand to caress his heavy sac, roll his balls in my hand. He shifts and moans and spreads his thighs more.

He’s so aroused, a constant stream of precum rolls down his cock. It coats my fingers when I run my hand over his length, when I wrap it around the base.

It’s a close fit. My fingers around his cock barely close. This is definitely a big alpha cock and I’m so aroused just by touching, smelling, hearing him that I think I might come just from the friction of my panties against my folds. I touch the loose skin at the base, where his knot will inflate when he goes into a rut one day.

I take another lick at the head, just to taste him again, and his cock jumps. He’s panting now. He lets his arm fall to his side, then he reaches for me, but again lets his hands drop to the bed. “Gige…”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, I want your mouth on me so fucking bad…”

Does this count as filthy talk? Because if so, it turns out I like filthy talk. I’m so wet. I’m dying to have his hands on me, on my boobs, between my legs, to have him fuck me into the mattress. Why did I say no? Why did I decide to not let him inside me tonight?

But having him like this, spread on the bed, his amazing chest bared, his hard, pierced cock at my mercy, is so good. I never took the time to explore a man’s body like this before. And if I’m taking the slow path, for once not falling off the wagon and trying to keep my goal in sight, that’s certainly virtuous.

Yeah, I feel so virtuous, I think and almost laugh, as I slowly open my mouth over his cock, seeing his head lift again, his eyes fixed on me, hooded and darkened with lust. As his right hand finds its way to my head, long fingers tangling in my hair. I don’t even know whether he’s realized he’s doing it.

As I take in as much of his cock as I can, gagging a little and yet not even swallowing half of that hard length, my lips closing over velvety skin and warm, hard metal.

“Gigi,” he groans out my name like a compliment, like praise, and his voice goes deep and hungry.

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