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“We’re not—” He drags in a breath. “I never said we were doing this.”

“You never say you’re doing anything. You just do it, gorgeous, then glare at me about it after.” I find the bottle and hold it up. “So I’ve decided I’m done believing your mouth when it lies to me.”

“My mouth gets—” His breath hitches as I settle back between his thighs. “—the only vote that counts.”

“Then use it properly.” I flick the cap. “Because right now it’s the biggest liar in this room. I’m going to listen to the rest of you, too.”

I slick my fingers, watching his body arch toward me despite the fury still burning on his face.

“And the rest of you, stormbird, is begging.”

“I am not begging.”

“Not yet.”

“You—”

Whatever he means to say dies as I press the first slick finger to his rim and rub in slow circles, his whole body going tight beneath me.

“Relax.” I lean down and take the head of his cock into my mouth, his hips jolting beneath me. Humming around his crown, I swirl my tongue, dragging the bar of the piercing over his slit until he swears.

That’s when I push the first finger in.

He’s tight. Light, he’s so fucking tight. I work him slowly, easing in to the knuckle before drawing back, keeping my mouth on him so he has too much to feel at once. “Fucking perfect. Look at you opening up for me.”

“I’m not—” His head drops back. “—taking anything.”

“You’re taking my finger beautifully.”

I add more lube and ease the second one alongside the first. His breath catches, and his hand flies to my shoulder. “Wait.” His eyes find mine. “It feels... weird.”

“I know.”

“Are you going to hurt me?”

The question does something ugly and possessive to my chest. “A little. But you tell me if it’s too much. Until then, I’m going to make you forget why you were worried.”

His mouth opens, probably to argue, but I curl my fingers and find the place inside him that steals his words instead.

“Ash—fuck.”

“There.” I do it again. “That’s what I was looking for.”

He grabs a fistful of my hair as I take him back into my mouth, holding on while I work my fingers deeper. “You’re fucking impossible.”

“And you’re still holding on to me.”

“Shut up.”

I lift my mouth just long enough to grin at him, then drag the piercing over his slit again. His answer dissolves into a broken sound.

Sliding a third finger in, I add more lube and work him open around all three. By now he isn’t fighting the movement anymore. He rocks down onto my hand, catches himself, then goes rigid with embarrassment.

“That’s my good boy.”

I pull my fingers free, and the sound he makes at the loss goes straight through me. “My perfect little pet.”

I slick my cock and line myself up, dragging the head through the mess between his thighs before holding there. “Eyes on me.”