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AARYN

I ’m lucky I don’t blow my load right then and there like a horny teenager when Errol drops to all fours, holding the bottle of lube by its cap in his mouth.

I swear I can feel my pulse beating in my groin as I watch him crawl to me —just a perfect picture of sexy subservience, with the back of his red thong tight over the base of the plug in his ass.

I tap at my screen to turn the vibration on and grab my cock by the base as Errol squirms and whimpers on the floor.

I squeeze myself to the point of discomfort, because I need to cool myself down enough that I won’t explode before he even reaches the bed.

“Holy shit, baby —you look so needy and pathetic right now. Does that turn you on?” He whines around the cap in his mouth. I remember he’s trying not to talk too much because of his recently-pierced tongue. Thinking about that sends another surge of blood into my cock.

“God, Babydoll,” I groan. “You have no idea how much it turns me on that you went and got pierced —twice — just for me.” When Errol reaches the bed, he rises to his knees and takes the bottle top out of his mouth.

His lips curve up into a sly, sexy smile as he looks up at me, eyes glowing and expression expectant.

“C’mere.” I pat the mattress. Once Errol joins me, I wrap one of his hands around my cock, then grab the lube and drip some over the head.

“Stroke me for a little bit,” I say, making my tone demanding the way I know he likes. “That looked so hot when you were jerking both of us together that other time.” Errol lets out a little whimper as his warm palm slides up and down my slicked-up length.

I glance down between his legs and grin. “That big dick trying to get hard because you’re thinking about that?”

“Mm-hmm,” he nods.

“Shit, I don’t know why, but that’s such a turn-on.

I wanted you to get me hard so I could jerk off onto your face, but maybe it would be hotter if I just shot my load all over your caged, dripping cock.

” Errol makes a low, keening noise in response, the sound wordless and hungry.

I huff out a little laugh that turns into a groan when he speeds up his hand.

“Oh God, that’s good. Yeah, keep going —just like that,” I instruct him.

“You feel how I’m getting even harder right now?

That’s because I’m thinking about making you jerk me off every single time I want to come while your dick is locked up until those piercings heal.

You’re going to take care of me whenever I get a hard-on. ”

My words grow choppy, the sensation of Errol’s hand expertly working my cock bringing me closer to the edge. “I want you to think about the fact that you can’t even touch your cock while you’re getting me off.”

Errol had been looking down at my cock in his hand. At my words, he raises his eyes to mine. They’re dark, pupils blown with lust, and his cheeks are flushed. His lips part slightly. My eyes skim over the rest of his body, drawn to the bright flashes of metal in his nipples and between his legs.

“You like this?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “So hot.”

I reach down between his legs. “I wanna see something,” I tell him as my fingers brush the metal cage. “Oh God , that’s sexy. You’re just dripping precum.” I bring my fingers back to my mouth and lock eyes with Errol as I lick them clean one at a time.

“Mmm… Who am I kidding?” I murmur. “I can’t keep my hands or my mouth off you for that long. I love teasing you, but I love the way you taste even more.”

I can feel myself getting close. A tingly sensation races through my limbs, growing stronger by the moment. I reach down for my cock, letting out a groan at the sensations of both of our hands stroking me.

“Lay back,” I tell Errol as I nudge his hand aside. “I want to jerk off all over that handsome face of yours.”

“Oh fuck , Stud,” he moans as he rolls onto his back. “Do it.”

On my knees, I straddle him. I work my cock fast, chasing my release. “Lemme see that tongue piercing again,” I pant. When he sticks it out, the sight is enough to send me over the edge. Errol shuts his mouth and eyes an instant before I explode.

A jolt like unchanneled electricity floods every nerve with pleasure, strong enough to make my head spin.

Every wave of ecstasy sends a pulse through my dick that shoots another white streak onto Errol’s face.

I’ve covered his eyelids, cheeks and lips with an obscene amount by the time I’m finally spent and panting for breath. The sight makes me groan.

“Damn, baby —wish you could see how filthy you look right now with my load dripping off your face. You are just the sexiest fucking mess.” Errol whines low in his throat, his hips rocking up reflexively.

As soon as that dizzy sensation subsides, I climb off him. “Be right back.” I return in a moment with a warm, damp washcloth. He hums with contentment as I clean him up.

Afterwards, I pull Errol against me. He rests his head on my chest with a sigh. “That was so hot,” he murmurs. “Thank you.”

“Thank you ,” I say with a laugh. “I think I got the better end of that deal.”

“Wish I could’ve seen it,” he says.

“Sorry. I’ll take a picture next time if you want.” I run my fingers through his hair as I get up the nerve to tell Errol the other thing I thought of.

“I had another idea. It’s one of those things that, like, alpha-type guys in books or movies do. But it might be creepy or dickish in real life, so I’m just going to ask you first.”

Errol huffs out a little laugh. “Oh boy.”

“So, I wanted to get you something. But on the condition that you get rid of something.” He lifts himself off me and props himself up on one elbow, his eyebrows raised. “I’m talking about your underwear,” I say.

“What?”

“The regular briefs you have —get rid of them.”

He frowns. “Why?”

“Because they don’t make you feel good. They don’t make you feel sexy.

” Errol’s still looking at me with a puzzled expression.

“I was looking online. They make guy’s underwear that’s supposedly comfortable enough to, you know, live your life in, but they look like the ones you like —satin and lace and stuff. ”

“Ohhh,” he breathes as I trail my fingers down his chest.

“I want you to wear things that make you feel sexy. Not just when we’re fooling around. All the time.”

I was a little afraid he’d think my idea was weird instead of hot, so I’m relieved to see a flash of heat in his eyes. “I like it,” he says quietly.

“I hoped you would. But I didn’t want to just go out and toss all your underwear and replace it without saying anything to you. Seemed like it would be weird.”

He laughs a little. “Yeah, it would. But, um… please?”

I grin at him.