Overlooked(152)

"I started eating a lot of candy apples to remember how sweet and juicy your pussy was on my lips."

I laugh, and his words ease my nerves.

Another slow song, Ed Sheeran I think, comes on MTV.

Steel undoes my belt and jeans, and slowly pulls them down my legs. The anticipation of him touching me has made my panties sopping wet.

Once my jeans are off my feet, he kisses from my baby toe up to my knees and then all over as much of my thighs as he can. I close my eyes to try to commit every little kiss and my body's reaction to him to my memory.

He pauses what he's doing to say, "Every time I thought of you, remembered your taste, my cock got so hard it hurt like hell."

His words wash over me, quickening my breath and causing a throbbing between my legs.

By the time Steel reaches my upper thighs, the rest of my body is fluttering as much as the zillion butterflies between my legs. Each time he kisses my thighs, I rock my hips, wishing, hoping he'll move his kisses along. It seems like an agonizing amount of time has passed and my pussy is begging for his attention.

Steel's finger brushes over the fabric of my panties, and a high-pitched moan flies from my throat. He groans in reaction.

Hooking a finger into my panties, he yanks them off and makes a funny sound.

My eyes shoot open and I lift my head to see him.

"Nice tattoo," he says, and smiles.

I'd been dying to tell him about my rose tattoo, but wanted him to discover it for himself.

"I did it for you," I say, embarrassed.

"Now your body matches the way you smell," he says, and kisses it.

"Huh?"

"You always smell like roses."

I giggle. I always wear rose perfume, and can't believe he noticed.

"Are you going to show me the rest of your tats now?" I say, propping myself on my elbows.

"I'm busy," he says, and kisses my mound, sending heat coursing through me and making me forget all about whatever it was we were talking about.

I flop down off my elbows and sink into the bed as his lips and tongue take control of my body. He kisses all around my mound and through my folds, but avoids my clit. Every cell in my body is worked up and desperate for release.

"Please," I try to say, but it comes out as a breathy gasp.

Steel growls, the noise only heightening my need. He flicks my clit with his tongue, and I squeal. Without waiting, he slides his fingers into me and sucks my clit into his mouth.

It forces me to moan and squeal as my body bubbles into a frenzy. I fist and knead the bedspread in my hands. He keeps going, bringing me higher and higher until I crash. Heat explodes between my legs, sending a rush of pleasure to my toes, fingers and head. The intensity forces me to squeeze my eyes shut again.

"Steel," I moan.

After I calm, he moves up over my body, stopping along the way to kiss my breasts and neck. I'm vaguely aware of the music on MTV.

His kisses stop, and I open my eyes. He's hovering over me, his nose almost touching mine. Our eyes connect for a moment, before he kisses the tip of my nose.

"You're sure you want this?" he asks.

"I've spent every minute since October wanting this."

"Good, but I'll warn you now. I'm going to be gentle on you this time, for you, but only this time."

I gasp at his words.

His mouth crushes onto mine, and we kiss. Steel brings his hips closer to me, his hard dick lies up against my mound, the towel still between us.

As he moves his hips, his dick pushes against my clit, drawing all of the heat in me back between my legs. I moan through his mouth.

We're getting close, he's going to enter me soon, once he gets rid of that towel. Part of me starts to worry, to wonder what it will be like or if it will hurt. But I force those worries away and focus on the incredible man on top of me.

Steel pulls his head away, and asks, "Want to see the rest of my tattoos?"

"Now?"

"You don't want to take my towel off?" he says, rolling off me and onto his back.

My eyes widen and with a coy smile say, "Definitely."

Moving onto my hands and knees, I move over him. His massive erection creates a bump under the towel. I decide to start at the bottom edge and quickly work my way there. I push my hands underneath it and slide it up, kissing each of the tattoos I find.

There's an eagle on the top of his left thigh, and some kind of tribal design wraps around his right thigh. They are both incredible hot, like the rest of his tattoos. I've even come to love the one on his neck.

Feeling bold, I slide my hand up the rest of the way under the towel and touch his cock. It's silky, but hard, and I rub it with my palm as my fingers slowly explore up it. When they reach the top, I stop in confusion.

Something is hard, and not in a natural way. It's a little hard ball. I move my fingers around and find another hard ball. I find four in all.

I flick my eyes up to his. He's staring back at me, a grin on his face.

"It's pierced," he says.

The two words send a twinge through my body. For some reason, they're the sexiest two words I've ever heard and my walls contract.

"So that's the reason you're called Steel?"

Without waiting another second, I rip the towel open. Holy shit. I found the last tattoo. My pussy twinges, and I let out a small moan.

The shaft of his dick is a colorful, winged dragon, the head of his dick is the head of the dragon. There's two piercings in the rim of his head, each with a silver ball at either end - one ball behind the rim of the head as each of the dragon's ears, and the other end emerging from the head and forming the eyes of the dragon.

I can't stop staring at it, for some reason it's the most erotic thing I've ever imagined.





Rock You Like a Hurricane (Steel)

"A dragon," Emily says, her eyes wider than fuck.

Before I can answer, she tightens her grip on my cock and then slowly licks my shaft.

"Didn't it hurt getting it?" she asks, looking up at me with nothing but lust in her eyes.

I open my mouth to say, do you think I give a shit about a little pain, but her tongue connects with the barbell sphere on the head of my cock, and I groan instead.

Emily licks around the head of my dick, pushing her tongue against the second barbell sphere when she gets to it. She moves her attention to my shaft, and licks down it.

I lift my head to watch what she does to me. When she reaches my balls, she sucks on them before moving back to my shaft. She moves back up to the tip, kissing as she goes. I realize the parts she kisses are the different features of the dragon.

She takes the head of my dick into her mouth. The heat of her wet tongue makes the muscles in my back shudder. I let her take my shaft deep in her mouth and suck.

When it starts to feel too good, I grab her arms, pull her off me and lay her on the bed beside me.

"Hey," she protests.

Ignoring her, I scramble off the bed and grab a condom and package of lube from the side pocket of my backpack. I toss them on the bed and climb back on top of Emily.

My cock lies across her mound, begging me to ram it inside her. But I have to remember she's never done this before. She seemed kind of nervous before, which is why I moved off her and let her take off my towel. Good thing I did, because now she seems too overtaken with lust to notice any worries.

Emily's sopping wet, but I'm fucking huge, and her pussy's super tight. I got the lube to make extra sure I don't hurt her.

I put my weight on my elbows and using my teeth, I tear open the lube and squeeze out the contents onto my fingers. I lift my body out of the way, and reach down between her legs. My lubed fingers slip around her already wet pussy, and I push them into her entrance, swirling them around to lube it up. I spread them wide a few times, and she moans.

Fuck, she feels incredible. The condom can wait until later.

"I need to feel you bare against me, then I'll put the condom on," I say.

"Okay."

I glance down at her, her back is arched and her lips are slightly parted. Putting my body over hers, my lips find hers. I kiss her slowly, wanting her attention on my mouth.

I lose myself in the softness of her lips, cherishing how sweet Emily is. Though I could carry on forever, eventually I pull my lips away.

With my hand, I place my tip at her entrance and kiss her harder. I take my hand away from her pussy, putting it on the bed alongside her.

"Tell me if it hurts."

"Will I feel the piercings?" she asks, her voice a whisper.

I grin and say, "I'm ribbed for your pleasure."

She swallows and her eyelids flutter. That look alone is enough to make my balls tighten.

As gently as I can, I push the head of my cock into her. She's tight, and her walls squeeze around my head. At least her hymen is already gone and the lube is helping me get in easier. I pause a second to make sure she's okay, then continue to push into her.

Emily whimpers, and I pause. I'm not sure she's ready for every inch yet. I stay still, letting her walls relax and ease to the size of my cock.

"Okay?" I ask.

She moans in response. That's the sound I wanted to hear. Fuck, she makes me crazy. I push in deeper, her slick walls are starting to get used to me.

When I'm all the way in, I start to move. I go slowly, the grip of Emily's tight pussy makes my cock feel like a volcano full of red hot lava that's ready to blow.

She moans something fierce and I know I'm not hurting her. But before I do anything else, I have to put the damn condom on. The last thing I want to do is knock her up.

I lean down and kiss her, letting her soft lips distract me from the screaming of my cock. I can't remember being in a woman ever feeling this good before, and don't want it to end.