Her nipples were pierced, too. Small silver rings through them both. God DAMN, he wanted to get his hands—and his mouth—on them. He yanked off his t-shirt and opened his belt and jeans, ridding himself of them as quickly as possible.
“You don’t wear underwear?”
“Too binding.”
She smirked. “I imagine.” Cocking her head at his crotch, she asked, “You ever find that that’s just too damn big? Like tab A just doesn’t fit in slot B? Because tab A is wicked intimidating.”
Being extremely well endowed was not nearly as awesome as most people assumed, in fact. Binding was a real problem. And the random erections guys got throughout any day were insanely obvious. Figuring out where to put the damn thing to try to minimize both binding and circus-freak hard-ons in the middle of a construction site practically required schematics.
And chicks sometimes freaked out at the very sight of it and just said No way, uh-huh, thanks but no. Still, most chicks dug it, and once things got going, he didn’t have the kind of trouble Manny was referring to. “I’ve fucked quite a few women, and haven’t had a problem yet. I know some tricks.” The tricks he knew required that he touch the woman, get her loose, and he still had no idea if Manny would let him even put his hands on her.
“Okay, then. Have a seat.” He snagged a condom out of his jeans, then walked to her sofa and sat in the middle. As he did so, she shimmied prettily out of her panties.
Shaved. Perfectly, smoothly, pinkly shaved. She moved his knees apart and knelt between them.
Before she did more, she looked up, her blue eyes burning into his. “Don’t touch me.”
“Fuck, little bit. You ask a lot.”
“I need it.”
“Okay.” He stretched his arms across the back of her sofa and let his head fall back. With his eyes closed, he felt her take him into her small hands. Fuck, he needed to see that. He brought his head forward and watched her examine him, her hands moving lightly over and around, up and down, occasionally squeezing and sliding more firmly along his length. He flexed his hips to bring himself closer to her, the only thing approaching touch he could think to do.
She took her time, feeling him for whole minutes. There was a plastic black cat clock hanging on one wall, the kind that ticked, its eyes and tail shifting back and forth, marking the seconds. To Luca, focused on Manny between his legs, that sound became a deafening drum closing out everything but it and them.
And then she put her mouth on him. Gentle, fluttery kisses, all around his head and down and up his length. Finally, she used her tongue, flicking lightly over his glans, the stud sending brilliant shocks through his nerve endings. It was too fucking much. He couldn’t come like this, there was no way he was going to come like this, with such gentle, erratic pressure, but she had him so close it was a kind of agony.
“Fuck. You’re making me—”
He stopped before he said crazy. She stopped, too, and stared up at him, perfectly still. She reached over and picked up the condom packet from where he’d dropped it on the sofa. When she rolled it on him, she then used heavy pressure, as if she was testing him to see if he’d come now, while she was dressing him for fucking, before she could even get on him.
And he could have. But he closed his eyes and willed it back, taking a deep, slow breath, letting his mind count the ticks of that clock until he was focused on the counting.
She brought him back when she straddled him, her little ass resting on his knees. He opened his eyes to see her staring at his condom-covered cock.
“You okay?”
She looked up, biting her bottom lip in a sexy, youthfully uncertain way. “I wasn’t exaggerating. I’m intimidated. I’m afraid it’s gonna hurt.”
“I can help with that, Manny. But I need to touch you. Can I please touch you? Just a little.”
She slumped slightly. He’d seen her in this posture a couple of times before. It was like she turned inward, as if she was having a board meeting in her head. When the meeting was over, she resumed a taller posture. “Okay. I have to see you touching me, though. And don’t get carried away.”
“How about if I tell you what I’m gonna do?” She nodded, and he went on. “I’m gonna pick you up, put your legs on my shoulders, so you’re right up close. Understand?”
“You’re gonna eat me out?”
He smiled. Her directness was electrifying. “Yeah, sugar, I am gonna eat you out. When you’re loose, I’ll move you so you’re back in charge. Okay?”