Approval.
Feeling a little braver, I keep my eyes on him while I work his belt, and when it finally comes undone, I pop the button and lower the zip to his jeans. Opening the flaps, I rub him over the material of his boxers for a moment. He takes in a quick breath. A surge of confidence washes over me.
I reach into his boxers and pull him free.
My eyes widen.
Sweet mother of God!
With my eyes wide, I look up at Twitch. His eyes bore into mine. “Make me want it.”
Holding his semi-erect cock in my slightly shaking hand, I don’t know what to do with this. I’ve never been with a man who has a piercing before. The bar goes vertically, with one silver ball resting on the sensitive underside, and the other just where the head starts on the top of his shaft.
He’s thick. He’s long. He’s smooth.
He’s impressive.
I’ve seen enough penises to know that this one is bigger than your average.
I guess a big guy needs a big cock…right?
Tightening my grip on him, I lift my other hand to join the other and stroke it. Almost completely erect, I hold his eye as I lean forward, part my lips, and gently kiss the tip. His cock jerks in my hands. Closing my eyes, I stroke slowly but firmly while placing kisses on the head.
Time to stop playing around.
Opening my mouth wider, I flatten my tongue and lick from the base to the tip, revelling in the smooth warmth of him. He tastes good. Clean and slightly musky, just like a man should. When I reach the head, I close my mouth around it and suck. Eyes still closed, I lower my mouth on his shaft. The balls of his piercing feel strange and unfamiliar, yet perfect at the very same time.
The soft firmness of his erection, and the solid warmth of the piercing on my tongue, put me in a daze.
No longer thinking about what I’m doing, I sigh softly around him and begin to bob my head. He spreads his legs wider. Removing one of my hands from his cock, he takes it, reaches into his boxers, and places them underneath his balls, pushing up.
It takes only a moment for me to get the hint.
Cupping them in my hand, I gently massage them, while slowly sucking and stroking him with the other.
I don’t remember a time in my life when I’ve been more comfortable performing a sexual act.
Something in me desperately craves Twitch’s approval.
When his hand strokes my hair again, I relax even further, taking him as deep as I can into my mouth without gagging. The hand on my head tangles in my hair and pulls. My eyes close in pain, and I gasp as I’m pulled back. Wincing, I look up at him. His eyes so hooded they’re barely open, he mutters, “Enough.”
His hold in my hair eases. Gripping my upper arm, he lifts me to a standing position and orders gently, “Strip.”
Not taking even a moment to second-guess myself, I grip the bottom of my tank and lift it over my head. My breasts free to the cool air makes my body break out into goosebumps. My nipples stiffen. This doesn’t get past Twitch. His nostrils flare and his eyes flash before he reaches up and rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My mouth opens in a silent moan and I lean forward into him. He pinches my nipple a little too hard. I hiss in a breath. He softly reminds me. “I said strip, Alexa.”
God. This guy has me so hot and bothered I actually feel tipsy.
Placing my thumbs into the waistband of my pajama pants and panties, I slowly wiggle them down my thighs until they loosen enough to fall to the ground on their own.
So here I am. Naked. In front of the man who has been stalking me for as long as I can remember.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Before I can process my mind’s question, Twitch reaches out. His hand grips my waist and he pulls me forward, pressing me into his body.
I’m not short. On the contrary, I’m kind of tall for a woman. But Twitch…he makes me feel small when I’m next to him.
His hand at my waist squeezes. “You sure you want this?” His hooded eyes search my face. “You need to open that pretty mouth and give me words, babe. This’ll be your last chance to say no.”
The thought of Twitch leaving now makes me anxious. Not happening.
Bare breasts pressed into his tee, I look up into his eyes and whisper, “I want you.”
Something in what I just said makes him react. His lips curl and his eyes turn cruel. “’Bout fucking time.”
Huh?
My mind shouts at me to think about what he just said, but when his hands slide from my waist, strokes back and then down over my ass, all thought is lost. Leaning my head back, I moan quietly as he palms my ass, none too gently.
His hands on my derriere, he pulls me back into his body. He demands, “Look at me.” So I do. His brown eyes harsh, he asks, “Who do you want? Say it.”
It takes me a second too long to answer. I know this because the hard swat that stings my ass jolts me so much that my body stiffens. I flush the brightest of reds.