Page 36 of Neon Flux

There was a metallicthudas my belt hit the floor. I climbed over her, pressing my knee against that warm, wet cunt as I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I think you look like a good girl, but deep down you’re a filthy slut who likes to suck Magenta dick.”

She giggled, a little color rising in her cheeks. “Is your mouth always this dirty?”

“We haven’t even started yet.” I dipped my head, capturing a firm nipple in my mouth, sliding my tongue along the raised bud before sinking my teeth in. She squirmed, panting through thepain. I pulled back, grinning at the fresh, red teeth marks I’d left behind.

“Do you have—”

I sat up, kneeling over her on the bed as I reached into my back pocket. She fumbled with my pants, struggling with the button.

I grabbed her face, fingers sinking into her cheeks as I forced her to look up at me. “Nervous?”

“No! I just don’t normally…”

I traced my thumb over her bottom lip before forcing it into her mouth, and she instinctively wrapped her tongue around it.

“Sure, you don’t. Don’t have to lie to me, doll. I like bad girls.”

Her eyes lit up, and she sucked harder.

She pulled my cock out and couldn’t help admiring it as she did. It had been a while since I’d been teased like this, the vein running down one side twitching. I flicked the piercing underneath the head and it twitched again. She was staring—no surprise there—but then I realized she wasn’t looking at my dick.

“Carpet matches the drapes, huh?” She grinned up at me, running her fingers through the blue hairs at the base of my cock.

“All natural.”

She wrapped her hand around me then, and I groaned as she squeezed—harder than I expected.

Her eyes widened at my piercing, fingertip tracing the metal barbell that ran horizontally just beneath the head. “Does it…hurt?” Her voice held that perfect mix of fascination and trepidation—the sound of someone discovering something forbidden.

“Only in the best ways.” I caught her wrist, guiding her hand into a slow stroke. Her technique was too good for the innocent act she was playing, but I didn’t care. The contrast between her wide eyes and skilled fingers only made me harder.

“Here.” I reached for the condom I’d set aside, tearing it open with my teeth. Her eyes tracked the movement, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I rolled it on slowly, letting her watch. “Now you’re ready for the real lesson.”

She leaned forward, hesitant at first, her breath hot against the tip. “What about when you’re inside someone?” Her lips brushed against me as she spoke, the vibration sending electricity up my spine.

“Why don’t you find out?” I threaded my fingers through her hair—not pushing, just holding—letting her know who was really in control.

She took me into her mouth then, just the head, her tongue finding the piercing immediately. The metal snagged against her teeth, and I hissed, tightening my grip in her hair. She pulled back, looking up with an apology that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Sorry, I’ve never…” She let the lie hang between us, her fingers still working me with practiced precision.

I pushed deeper into her, loving the way tears welled in her eyes as I pressed against the tight ring at the back of her throat. She swallowed, gripping me tighter, and I had to pull her all the way off before I lost it again. She was no innocent—with a mouth like that.

I tugged her hair until her back hit the mattress, the springs creaking beneath us. Her shirt was still tied on and her skirt was bunched around her waist, that flimsy excuse for underwear pushed aside rather than removed completely. It was hotter that way—the illusion of hurried desperation, like I couldn't wait long enough to strip her properly. Which I couldn’t.

She hooked one leg around my hip, pulling me closer with surprising strength. The wet heat of her pressed against my cock, slick and inviting. I positioned myself, watching her face as I pushed against that tight resistance.

“You sure about this, doll?” I asked—more to hear her beg than out of any real concern.

Her answer was to arch up, taking just the tip inside her. The gasp she made wasn’t pretend—I felt the way her body tensed, adjusting to the intrusion and the unfamiliar sensation of the piercing.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her nails digging half-moons into my shoulders.

I pushed in slowly, deliberately—making her feel every inch, watching her pupils dilate as my piercing dragged along her inner walls. Her body gripped me like a vise, so tight I had to grit my teeth against the surge of pleasure threatening to end things before they properly began.

When I was fully seated, I held still, savoring the moment. “Still think you can handle Magenta dick?”

She nodded, breathless, her façade slipping just enough to reveal something hungry beneath.