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At least he gave his piercing some serious thought before going through with it, unlike his tattoo. But neither Cara nor Heath had said a word about that yet. They were too focused on the silver barbell inserted through the loose skin on the underside of his cock, slightly back from the frenulum and where his circumcision scar was located.

“Think of it as an enhancer. Most women either love it or don’t even know it’s there. You know the condom ad:ribbed for her pleasure? Think of my piercing in the same way.”

Curiosity filled Cara’s expression. “Does it do anything for you?”

“Of course. It’s the second most popular penis piercingafter a Prince Albert.” He thumbed the barbell. This would be a good educational moment for her. “This type increases stimulation during masturbation, penetration, or even getting head. It also can enhance sex for my partners—whether anal or vaginal—since it helps stimulate the nerves.” He pretty much had that speech memorized since he had to repeat it often enough. Actually, several times a week, depending on the number of partners he had and if they knew anything about genital piercings.

His gaze sliced to Heath to see whether the piercing bothered him.

Heath did look a little green, but what he said next explained why. “One night I hooked up with a guy with a Jacob’s ladder. When he pulled out his dick, I almost dropped to my knees at the sight, and not because I was eager to give him head. I pictured myself in the piercing chair having a needle stuck into my cockthat…many…times.” He followed that with a shudder.

Dayne grimaced. “Once was enough for me. The first one was worth it, but I was done after that. I’m assuming you didn’t have sex with him?”

“Not after that emotional damage.”

Dayne snorted.

Heath went on to say, “Look, I don’t have anything against piercings but seeing that took me the fuck out.”

“Because you put yourself in his place.”

“Sure as hell did.” A grin appeared when Heath asked, “So, you pointed out the piercing but you’re just going to ignore the tattoo?”

Dayne wished he could ignore it since he was tired of explaining it. He really should get it removed.

Cara’s eyes narrowed as she tried to read the words halfhidden by the neatly manscaped hair around his cock. “What does it say?”

At least she was squinting to see his tattoo and not because he had a tiny cock.

One side of his mouth hooked upward. “Take a seat.”

Her chin jerked into her neck and she straightened.

Dayne should be embarrassed but after all these years, he was over it. Now it was strictly regret. “Look, I was young and dumb. I thought it was funny at the time.” He’d been a freshman in college and drunk as shit. While most tattoo artists refused to ink anyone visibly intoxicated, that one must have been an exception. Or desperate for money.

Now he wished the artist had kicked him out the door instead of ignoring how intoxicated he and his friends were at the time.

Amusement crinkled the corners of Heath’s brown eyes. “And now?”

“And now that I’m more mature, I don’t find it as funny.” He shrugged. “But it certainly is a conversation starter.”

“Sure, if you’re naked,” Cara pointed out.

“Isn’t that the best time to have a conversation?” Dayne winked at her.

She rolled her eyes. “Unless it’s with your family.”

“Or your urologist,” Heath added.

He was done with this conversation. He was ready for the talking to stop and the action to begin. He was afraid if they waited too long, they risked Cara backing out.

Dayne slightly jerked up his chin at Heath, who answered with a single nod.

Heath squeezed her hips. “Bend over and show me that pretty pink pussy.”

As soon as Cara moved closer to the sawhorse and bent over, using it to support her hips, Dayne stepped forward andheld his cock a hair’s breadth away from her lips. “Take it, Cara. Open your mouth and let me in.”

When her lips parted, he moved close enough to feed her his cock. The second her wet, warm mouth encircled him, he closed his eyes for a few seconds to bask in the pure pleasure.