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She shivers. “Your mouth needs to come with a warning label.” But she’s breathless and staring, wide-eyed, at where my hands are working the buckle open.

A groan slips out of me. “You’re going to have to look a little less hungry, Charli.”

Her eyes jump up to mine and she swallows thickly. “I— Sorry, I just⁠—”

My slacks undone, I slide one hand under my boxer briefs to grip my length. She can’t see my cock yet, but you’d never know that by the way her pupils dilate and her chest starts to heave.

“Did you see your partner the times you had sex?” I ask, slowly starting to stroke myself.

She nods.

“Did you touch them?”

A headshake now.

I swallow another groan and crawl closer, until she has to spread her legs to make room for me. Bracing one hand on the armrest above her, with the other, I pull my cock out.

Predictably, her eyes widen.

“Is that a…?”

I grin. “A piercing? Yes.”

She reaches for my cock but stops before she makes contact. “You can touch it,” I say tightly, wondering if I’ve ever been harder in my life. Fuck, that look in her eyes…

Another beat of hesitation, and then she wraps her hand around me. She gives me the lightest stroke before letting her touch trail to the barbell sitting on my pubic bone at the base of my shaft.

“When did you—I mean, why did you—” She jerks her hand back, her eyes snapping up to mine when a shudder rolls through me. “Did that hurt?”

I let out a heavy exhale. “No. But your hand on my cock has an effect, Charli.” Bracing both hands on the armrest above her, I say, “But to answer your questions, I got it when I was in college. It was an alcohol-induced decision, inspired by a very sober conversation.”

Her brow furrows. “What do you mean? Wait, they pierced you while you were drunk?”

“Yes, Charli, they’ll pierce you when you’re drunk,” I answer, my mouth twitching. “You might even say it’s preferable to be drunk.”

Her gaze moves back to the piercing, as she reaches out once again. “Did it hurt?”

I take another deep breath to steady myself as her hand wraps around me. “Not really. Partly because of the booze, but also because this isn’t the most painful location.”

Looking down, I watch her start to stroke me, sometimes brushing against the piercing on the down stroke.

“Why here?” she finally asks.

I might come just from this. “Because I love having the woman on top,” I admit on an exhale.

Charli’s touch stalls, her eyes sliding back to mine. “You…you love…?”

Holding her gaze, I lower to my forearms so there’s less space between us. From here, I can feel the way her chest starts to heave.

“I love being ridden,” I murmur, loving the way her pupils blow black. I press a kiss to her jaw, my lips brushing over her heated skin. “I love the idea of you sitting on my cock, your tits in my face and your ass in my hands, feeling you grind on me so your little clit hits my piercing.” A shudder runs through me. “I’m obsessed with it, actually.”

To my delight, a moan slips from Charli’s lips. She starts to stroke me again, her movements slightly frantic this time.

My breathing stutters. Time for a redirect.

“But today is about you,” I say, sitting up so I can reach for her shorts. It takes half a second to undo them, and then I’m sliding them down her legs to reveal her fishnets and thong.

At which point I see a flash of nerves in her eyes. Which means underwear stays on.