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I was supposed to be at Finn’s until closing Saturday, but a sudden squall swept through and knocked out the power late in the afternoon.

The lights are still on at home but they’re flickering.

It would be a perfect night to curl up and watch a movie, but the internet has gone down, so streaming something is out of the question.

As rain pelts against the windows, we find another way to entertain ourselves.

Which is why we’re both naked in my bed. Straddling me on his knees, Ran plays with my nipples, gently at first, then more roughly. He loops his forefingers into the silver rings and gives them a tug, drawing a low moan out of me. “You like me pulling on these, making them hurt a little?” he asks.

I pull in a hiss of breath between my teeth as he increases the pressure. “Yeah.”

“I wish you didn’t have your nipples pierced,” he says suddenly.

My heart sinks. “I thought you liked them!”

“Oh, I do, I do,” he says quickly. “They’re sexy as hell. But I kind of wish I could’ve taken you to get them done —I think it would be hot if you’d gotten them done for me.”

“Fuck,” I murmur. A thought strikes me and I still, my lips parted. “Oh, I know what.” I feel a flush of heat in my cheeks and a throb of arousal in my groin. “I could get something else pierced. You know, just for you.”

Ran looks surprised. “What? Really? You’d do that?”

Nerves flutter in my belly, but I nod anyway. “Um, yeah. I would. I think it would be hot.”

He looks at my cock and huffs out a laugh. “Well, I can see you’re not lying. What do you think you’d get done?”

My mind had already been racing through the possibilities. “Tongue, maybe? I think those heal pretty quick.”

“Hmm.” Ran strokes his chin. “I kind of like the idea of your tongue having a bead on it for extra stimulation, but I think I might like it if you did something… more than that.”

He clearly thought of something the instant I brought up the idea, because he climbs off me and reaches for his phone. “It’s easier to just show you this than try to describe it.” He glances at me with a chuckle. “Don’t look so nervous.”

“I’m just not sure how I feel about getting a dick piercing,” I murmur.

He shakes his head. “It’s not a dick piercing.”

After he hands me his phone, I swipe through the photos of the piercing studio he found in silence, my heart pounding.

“What do you think?” he asks when I don’t say anything after a minute.

“So, like, my taint ?” He nods and I feel my eyebrows pull into a questioning frown. “Why there?”

Ran pulls the two of us together, reaching his other hand down to palm my cock. “You really want to know why?” he asks quietly.

I swallow, my throat suddenly dry as I nod. “Yeah.” My voice sounds husky.

Ran lets go of my cock and slips his hand underneath to fondle my balls. “Because I’ve seen pussy piercings before, and I think they look sexy. I want to make yours look pretty for me, too,” he murmurs.

It feels like all my blood rushes into my cock. I can’t hold back a groan. “Fuck,” I mutter.

Ran continues to grope me. His lips brush the shell of my ear.

“Wanna stretch out your tight hole —fuck it and come inside you, maybe a couple times in a row, until your rim is pink and swollen and you’re all loose and dripping — like you’re such a horny girl you can’t stop yourself from creaming your panties. ”

I let out a moan, shamelessly rutting against his hand. It’s so strange to hear this hot, degrading fantasy spoken in Ran’s safe, familiar voice. “Because after I wreck it, I want to look at a sexy, shiny ring dangling right above that filthy, fucked-out pussy.”

This dominant attitude is new —and fuck , is it ever turning me on.

I can’t hold back the most needy whimper, feeling my dick leak precum all over my belly as he continues.

“I want to see that ring when I put you in a thong that exposes your ass when I have you crawl across the floor to me.” His breath is hot against my ear.

My hips buck and I try to press up against him more forcefully, but he pulls his hand away.

When I whine, he chuckles. It seems like Ran wants to keep me pent-up and on edge.

I surprise myself when I realize: I hope he does.

There’s something delicious about the trembling want that’s so strong I feel like it would take an embarrassingly small nudge to push me over the edge of my orgasm.

“Did you want to get off?” he asks.

“I’ll wait until you tell me to come,” I gasp out. “I’ll wait until you give me permission. I — I like that.”

“Yeah?” He sounds a little surprised, but there’s something dark and eager glittering in his eyes. “You like coming right up to the edge but not going over?”

“Oh please, please.”

“I think I like you desperate, like hearing you beg. You like begging for me?” he asks, his voice dropping to a low growl.

I swear if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to blow my load right now. “Oh God, yes .”

Ran chuckles darkly. “Good. Because I want to watch you squirming in a pair of panties, want to edge you until you’re making a sloppy mess out of your sexy underwear,” he says in a voice rough with lust.

I shift my body so I can grind against him. I’m no longer thinking of my belly, or my thighs or anything else except how badly I want to be my best friend’s slutty good girl.

“Can I taste you?” I ask. When Ran nods, I slide down so I can bury my face in the warm, musky hair above his dick.

I rub my nose and mouth into his bush so I can inhale the scent of his arousal.

I want his smell all over me, marking me as his plaything, his property. God, I ache to be his possession.

I lap at his balls, using the flat of my tongue to bathe every full, heavy inch until I’ve slobbered all over them and Ran is letting out breathy little whimpers. Scooting myself down lower between his legs, I bring my tongue further, all the way to the puckered edge of his rim.

His hips jerk in surprise when he feels my tongue on his asshole. “Easy, Stud,” I murmur. “I want to make you feel good. Is this OK? I’m just gonna use my tongue.” I swipe it over his tight, puckered hole again. At the taste of him, I can’t hold back a low moan in my throat.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes. “I never — that feels really good. Do it again, please.” The tone of his voice, hoarse with desire, goes straight to my dick.

“Mm-hmm.” I duck my head back down and spread his cheeks so I can eat him out better.

I tease around his rim, tonguing his opening until he moans above me.

I probe that tight ring until he relaxes for me with a groan.

When I push into him, a rumble of satisfaction vibrates in my throat as his scent and taste flood my senses.

His needy sounds encourage me as I lap into him as deep as I can go. That primal, gamey taste is something I want to devour, bury my face into until all I can smell is him.

With a muffled groan, I push deeper so I can taste the innermost part of him. Fuck, I need so badly to belong to Ran like this, to feel myself surrounded and owned by his scent. Hell, I’d let him piss on me if he wanted. My dick jerks at the thought.

I lift my head as something else occurs to me. “Have you ever explored on yourself —used your fingers, found your prostate, any of that?”

Ran looks taken aback. “Uh, no.” He shakes his head.

“I’d love to show you how good it can feel —watch while your eyes roll in the back of your head and make you think you’re going to lose your mind. And, honestly?” I add with a little smile. “If I can be totally selfish, I’m hoping to show you so you’ll be able to do the same for me.”

“ Oh . Oh yeah, then. No problem. Just, I guess — be gentle?” Ran lets out a nervous laugh. I scoot myself back up his body so I can nuzzle my face against the side of his neck.

“I promise, Stud. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” I trail my nose up his throat before catching his earlobe in a playful nip. I feel like I can almost smell California on him, warm woods and ocean breezes. “I’ll be gentle with you right up until you tell me not to be,” I say softly into his ear.

I drop between his legs and nudge them wide apart before mouthing the soft skin of his inner thighs.

Licking and sucking, I alternate between the two sides.

When he starts to squirm, I go back to eating him out.

Before long, Ran reaches down to put his hand in my hair.

“Fuck, I want you to use a finger on me. Make it feel good, Babydoll.”

I lube up my finger and slide it over his hole next to my lips.

I tongue him until his breath is coming in little pants.

The next time I hear a murmured please above me, I slip my finger inside him cautiously.

I slide it in and out of him, paying attention to the sounds he’s making and the way he’s breathing as I go a little deeper.

I mouth at his balls for a bit before lapping up the precum that’s dripped from his cockhead onto his lower belly. My other hand roves all over him, enjoying the feeling of his sweat-damp skin over taut muscles.

“Still feel good, Stud?” I ask.

“Uh-huh.” He drops his chin into a quick nod, mouth open as he pants and eyes hooded with lust.

He focuses his gaze on me briefly. “Is that —how much do you have inside of me?”

“Just a finger so far. How does it feel?”

“Different.” He huffs out a little laugh. “But it’s really good.”

“Think a little more might feel better?”

I see his swallow bob in his throat a moment before he gives me that same quick nod. “Uh-huh. Please.”

As I start finger-fucking him a little faster, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and run my tongue around his crown. When his hips jerk up, I slide that finger out most of the way so I can add a second one.

“Oh God —is that two?”

I take my mouth off his cock. “Yeah. Is that OK?”

“Yeah. Just go slow, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” I answer around his cockhead. It doesn’t take as long as I expect before Ran is moaning again as I work those two fingers inside of him. I curl them and drag them along his inner walls until I find what I’m looking for.

“Oh, fuck!” Ran’s exclamation is a shout. “Oh my God, I don’t —what the —”

I grin as he babbles unintelligibly. “That feel good, Stud?”

“Ohh, mmm , yeah —so go- ohhhh —”

I snake my tongue out and wrap it around the head of his dick before I slide my lips all the way down his shaft while I have my fingers inside of him.

When he thrusts his hips up to get deeper down my throat, I let him choke me on his dripping cock so he can hear and feel the way it muffles the groan of need that vibrates in my throat.

The hard ridge of his crown pushes against the sides of my throat as I take him deeper until his swollen cock cuts off my air.

I go back to stroking my fingers over his prostate.

Ran’s hips buck a half-second before he arches his back with a cry as he spills down my throat.

I pull up in time to catch the last drops on my tongue so I can taste him.

We’re both breathing hard as I crawl up to lie next to him.

I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow.