Overlooked(2)(81)

“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.