She grazed the head and I groaned, looking down at her wrist as it peeked out from the dark fabric. She hummed in approval as she followed the ridge and circled the steel ball. Her warm hand wrapped around the shaft and she freed my dick from my pants. I was so fucking ready to blow, the head was almost purple. Her thumb slid back and forth along the slit, which felt unfucking real.

“Look at you,” she murmured. “You need some relief, don’t you?”

An animalistic grunt was all I could manage.

Her free hand, which had been resting on my chest, joined the other one. She laced her fingers together, circling the shaft, her thumbs stacked on top of each other. The slow stroking started. My hips arched and I felt the abrasive brush of cotton against the head. Her oversize shirt was getting in the way, particularly of my view.

“Let go for a second,” I ground out.

“What?” She squeezed harder instead.

I tugged on the hem of her shirt and leaned in to kiss her neck. “I want this off.”

“Oh.”

She did as I asked, and I let out a strangled sound because she wasn’t touching me anymore. Then she shifted her hips and my erection was right between the cotton of her shorts and the bare flesh of her inner thigh, and, God, it was warm.

As soon as the shirt was off, her hands returned to their rightful place, and satin-smooth strands of her hair tickled my chest. I moved it out of the way and cupped her breasts, my thumbs sweeping over the tight nipples. I was rewarded with a soft sigh.

With one hand on my shoulder, she rose up on her knees and used the head of my cock to push her shorts to the side. Underneath were smooth satin panties, with a much more appealing texture than cotton. Her face was flushed as she looked down to watch her body move against me, the smooth steel ball of my piercing sliding right over where her clit was.

She maintained a steady rhythm, her body stiffening as she breathed out an expletive with the next aggressive shift of her hips. Having her grind herself all over me was enthralling, her breasts bouncing. I was at eye level with them so I leaned in and covered a pierced nipple with my mouth, flicking my tongue against the barbell. She gasped and bucked, gripping me tighter, moving faster. I held on to her hips as her movements became more frantic.

Her eyes flipped to mine, an emotion close to shock crossing her face, replaced with a bliss that verged on agony. “Oh, God.”

The sound that followed was the sexiest thing I ever heard. Her body shook as she arched forward; then she sagged against me, panting into my neck. Watching her come like a freight train left me hanging on the edge.

She mumbled something into my neck and her lips swept over to my mouth. Despite her release, her kiss was full of pent-up need and longing. She shimmied back off my lap, momentarily confusing me until she sank down on her knees between my legs.

A small part of my subconscious pointed out the lack of fairness. She only got a dry hump and I was going to get to watch my cock disappear between those pretty, full lips of hers. But I didn’t complain when she pulled my pants down my legs.

She wrapped one hand around the shaft, and her eyes never left mine as she leaned forward and swirled her soft, wet tongue around the head, then took it in her mouth. The last time she’d done this had been in a dimly lit parking garage.

I had replayed the hazy image in my head a million times, but nothing could have prepared me for the vision of a half-naked Tenley, in skimpy shorts, with my dick in her mouth. She hummed around me and my eyes rolled up. Tenley moved to work me from a different angle, the piercing clicking along her teeth. Her head moved down with her hand as she took as much of me in as she could.

That sight should go down in the annals of cocksucking history. I wanted to snap a picture of her and use it as my screen saver, especially when she sucked her way back up. Then her cheeks hollowed and she popped off. She pressed her tongue right over the steel ball on the underside of the head and licked up, as if it were an ice cream cone.

“Do you have any idea how hot you look?” I asked, my voice rough.

Her smile was full of smug satisfaction as her lips closed around me once again. She sank down until I could feel the back of her throat. I wrapped her hair around my wrist and cupped the back of her head, guiding her mouth. Her palm twisted on the up-stroke, lips reaching the ridge, tongue swirling around the tip and pressing into the slit.

“Christ.” I gritted my teeth.

As I got closer, my fingers involuntarily tightened in her hair. She looked up at me through thick lashes and hummed as I moved her faster over me, sending the vibrations straight through my shaft. This time on her way up she left a gap between her hand and her mouth, exposing an inch of slick, wet cock. I felt the click of steel against her teeth as she grazed the sensitive skin and tugged up on the barbell. I closed my eyes because the sight, with the sensation, would end this far sooner than I wanted. But it didn’t help. All my muscles tightened in response to the impending orgasm.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned.

I expected her to speed up, which I would have done, but she slowed down, fighting against my hand on the back of her head. I was so close, just teetering on the brink, but not going over. It was the best torture I ever had.

She slowly slid back up, her hand following close behind. Even though watching made it more difficult to hold back, it would have been a crime against the blow-job gods not to, and I kept my eyes trained on Tenley’s mouth. This time she came off completely.

Her fingers tightened in a viselike grip around the base of my shaft, and the palm of her other hand smoothed over the head. She pressed her thumb down over the tip, blocking the barrel of the gun. The pressure built as the sensation spiraled and spread.

“Hayden,” she said in a moany-breathy-sex voice I wanted more of. Her lips brushed back and forth over the piercing as she waited for a response.

“Yeah,” I groaned, my body shaking with impatience. I just wanted to come.

“Would you like to finish in my mouth?” she asked, all polite innocence.

“Fuck. Yes. Please.”

Her mouth closed around the head as her thumb slipped away and her grip on my shaft loosened.

“Jesus!” My head slammed back into the couch as I exploded; hot and violent and pulsing as she sucked and swallowed. When I finally stopped coming, she gently laid my used cock on my stomach. Then she leaned over and gave it an affectionate kiss and a pat, as if it were her pet. Which it kind of was.

“Don’t you feel better now?” Tenley asked as she rested her head on the inside of my thigh, her smile in no way masking her pride.

I ran my thumb tenderly over her swollen bottom lip. “That would be the understatement of a lifetime. Was that thing you did at the end something you picked up from that magazine you read?” One of those chick mags was always on her coffee table boasting of articles like “Endless Orgasms!” Maybe they weren’t so useless after all.

“No.”

I froze. “Where did you learn how to do that?” I should have been grateful my girlfriend went down on me and was awesome at it, but, no, I had to be a jealous ass and get all pissy with her.

Tenley just gave me a look. “From watching porn.”

13

TENLEY

Okay, so that wasn’t completely true. I didn’t learn that special little trick from watching the usual Internet crap with women being gagged by giant penises. While googling apadravya and oral sex, I found a series of instructional videos that were both hot and helpful. No way did I want to risk cracking my teeth on his barbell.

“What kind of porn?” Hayden’s voice was deep, and his tongue slid between his lips.