Page 60 of Ten Hammers

“Gavin. Gav. I want you inside me.”

“Fuck, Win. I need to be inside you.” His voice is raw, rasping. He sweeps me off my feet and puts me back in the bed. “I need to tell you something first, though.”

Reality pulls me out of the lust-induced stupor. What could he possibly need to tell me first?

Then I giggle. “Gav, I know it’s big. Everyone heard the prom night story.”

He was dating Brie Courtland, the most popular girl in school. Rumor has it they got a hotel room for after, where they planned to do it for the first time… until she saw his cock, and ran into the hall crying, terrified by its sheer girth.

“That was made up,” he laughs. “But, seriously.”

He perches on the edge of the bed. “You know what a Prince Albert piercing is, right?”

My mouth falls open a little and a little urch noise escapes from the back of my throat. “Are you trying to say…”

“I have one piercing you’ve never seen, yeah.”

My face has never been so flushed. Blood is pounding in my ears… and… other places.

“I can take it out if it makes you uncomfortable–”

“It doesn’t!” I burst out, moving so that I’m on my knees. “I want to see.”

He smiles as I sit beside him. He leans to kiss me again, but I place a hand on his chest, stopping him.

Oh my God, his nipple rings. I want to swipe them with my lips…

Don’t get distracted by his nipples rings.

“I have to tell you something, too,” I say. I don’t know why but it feels important for him to know.

“Do you have a piercing I haven’t seen?” His hand is on my knee, gently stroking.

I shake my head. “It’s not that. And it’s really not a big deal. I don’t want to make it a big deal, but… I’m a virgin.”

His eyebrows go up a little, but his fingers keep dancing across my skin. “Oh.” He pauses. “Mind if I ask why?”

I shrug. “I mean I haven’t actually dated much, as you know. Does it… make a difference?”

He shakes his head. “Not at all. But… don’t you want to wait and decide which one of us is… you know. Your favorite?”

“Nope.” I shake my head. “No. Not at all. I want it to be you, Gavin Hammer. Right here, right now. In the Honeymoon suite of the Creepside Inn.”

He laughs, but his eyes are very, very serious.

“You’re the one who told me I could have whatever I want,” I remind him.

He swallows hard and I have never seen such desire in my life as I see in his eyes.

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

And then we’re kissing again. He pushes me back against the pillows, but instead of joining me, he stands, hooks his thumbs in his waistband and strips out of his underwear. His cock springs free.

Oh my. Everything about him is impressive. He climbs into bed, his mouth on my nipple, pulling my sensitive skin with his teeth as he moves on top of me. I reach between his legs so I can hold him, and he groans when my thumb brushes the barbell glinting from his tip.

He’s so big – bigger than my Gavin dildo, which I was sure had him beat. I want to stroke him, find out what he tastes like, but before I can, he sits up on his knees so he can strip off my panties and then he settles himself between my legs, taking a hungry lick.

“Mmm, juicy girl. The best dessert,” he says with a growl, as if I truly taste better than our Creme Brûlée.

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