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"So I am," he growled, his tight abs flexing as she parted the edges of the pants and revealed the straining length of his cock.
The piercing gleamed against the dark flesh.
"Why the piercing?" She asked, lowering her head to let her tongue worry the little ball at one end of the bar.
His hands slid into her hair, a tight groan leaving his throat.
"A reminder," he panted.
"What does it remind you of?" She held the hard shaft, turned her head, and sucked the upper side of the crest between her lips to allow her tongue to stroke around the jewelry with flickering movements.
"Freedom," he bit out. "It reminds me of freedom. "
"Why?"
He tightened further as her teeth gripped the bar.
"We weren't allowed piercings or tattoos in the labs. Nothing that would identify us. Nothing that would make us individuals. It reminds me. I'm free. "
Her heart clenched, and her soul bled for the pain that resonated in his voice. His freedom came down to his choice to be pierced and marked. His ability to be an individual. She sank her mouth over the engorged head of his erection and sucked him in deep. She wanted the memory of that place wiped from his mind. She wanted it replaced with need, with hunger. For her. He belonged to her.
He growled her name as he leaned back against the chair, sprawling across the stool and the chair cushion behind him. Her fingers stroked the thick shaft as his hands clenched in her hair, guiding her movements, showing her how to please him best.
He liked to feel her teeth raking gently along the crest. The way her tongue played with the bar piercing his flesh.
As she sucked his cock head, her hands pushed at his pants, sliding them over his thighs, and pushing them down his legs.
There, now she could explore flesh she had been dying to touch. His scrotum was silky and smooth, only the faintest hint of silky hairs covering it. It tightened as she cupped it in her palm then slid her nails over it.
"Grace," the growl in his voice was warning. "Leave me control, sweetheart. Don't push this. " Oh, a dare.
She opened her eyes, lifting them to meet his as her lips lifted from the throbbing crest and began to slide down the straining shaft.
He was breathing hard now, his hands gripping the arms of the chair rather than her hair.
"What control?" she whispered. "I don't have any, why should you?" She wanted that loss of control. She wanted the wild man she glimpsed in his eyes, the bad boy she knew he was. Her lips moved lower, her tongue licking until she came to the tight, silky flesh of the sac below.
"Dammit. Grace," he cursed, but he arched to her, allowing her the freedom to lick over the tight flesh, to feel the straining tension there.
As she watched, a small spurt of pre-cum spilled from the slit on his cock head. He growled again, a thick rumbling sound of hunger that had her heart racing in excitement. She used the slick fluid to ease the stroking of her hand along the shaft, feeling it flex beneath her fingers as her lips investigated his balls and her tongue flickered over the silken, tight flesh.
"You don't know what you're doing," Matthias snarled. "What you'll cause. " The fingers of her other hand moved lower, beneath the tense flesh of his scrotum and found the ultra-sensitive flesh beneath. She couldn't have anticipated his reaction. She was only stroking the flesh between his balls and his anus, but he jerked, his hands gripping her shoulders and pulling her back as he jackknifed from the chair.
"I warned you," he bit out, his voice tight and hard, wicked with a sensual threat. "You want to play games, mate. Let me show you what happens when you do. "
She had somehow released more than she had bargained for. Within seconds she found herself bent over the stool, Matthias behind her, and before she could stop him, his lips and tongue were moving along the cleft of her rear.
She should have been frightened, terrified. She had never been touched there, refusing to allow any previous lovers that freedom.
But Matthias wasn't asking for anything. His tongue was ravenous, licking and stroking, as his hands parted the full curves and he delved lower.
"Matthias!" She cried out his name, trying to lift herself from the wickedness of the caress, the stroke of his tongue over the entrance to her rear. Another stroke, then an entrance so shocking she began to shudder.
"I've been dying for this," he groaned behind her, his hands caressing over her ass as he rose, his cock tucking against the entrance.
"It's not going to fit," she gasped.
At the same time, she felt the first blast of the preseminal fluid explode from the tip of his cock and his cock sinking into the tight orifice.
