Page 62 of Flipping the Script

“Now who’s the freak?”

“Takes one to know one.” I pressed my finger against the buckle of his studded belt, then trailed it down his fly. His cock pulsed under the gentle touch. “I’m not the one with a ring through my sac,” I reminded him.

That piercing had occupied my thoughts since I’d felt it. I couldn’t really wrap my head aroundwantingto puncture a hole in my sac, but I couldn’t deny the little metal ring was hot as hell.

So was knowing I was the only one here who knew about it.

I’d always been a greedy bastard when it came to people’s attention. I liked recognition and praise, not because I thought I was entitled to it or because it validated me or anything. More because it fed the part of me that had spent my childhood feeling invisible and like the only way anyone would ever love or pay attention to me was if I was the best at something.

Like I had to earn their attention and prove I was worthy of it.

It was why I’d studied my ass off to get straight As, even though I’d decided to become a mechanic when I was sixteen. The same reason I’d put so much time and energy into baseball when I had no plans to play after high school.

Being the best didn’t make me feel like I was better than others; it made me feel equal. And having someone’s entire focus on me was one of the few times I felt seen.

And for some reason, I really loved it when that attention came from Sebastian.

Time to be the best mouth he’d ever experienced and blow his fucking mind.

“This is so weird.” He stared down at me and shifted his hips back to give me more room, his hands on the wall creating a little cave of sorts around me, making things feel even more private.

“Weirder than when you did this in the woods?” I dragged the leather of his belt free of the buckle.

“There’s a lot more talking and thinking about things this time,” he pointed out.

“True.” I flicked the pin of the buckle open. “You still have time to bail.”

“And give you that to hold over my head? Not a chance,” he scoffed.

Taking my time, I finished undoing his belt and let it fall open, the metal clinking softly.

“Are you sure you don’t want to bail?” I tugged the button of his fly open.

“What are you playing at?” he hissed, but he didn’t sound angry. More frustrated.

“Nothing.” Gripping the slider of his zipper, I dragged it down, the metal teeth unclasping one by one and the V of his fly widening with each passing second.

“This isn’t…”

“Isn’t what?” Looking up at him, I tugged the V open even wider.

“This isn’t what we do,” he finished lamely.

“Nope.” I lowered my gaze to his exposed underwear. The silky baby-blue briefs weren’t what I was expecting. My own dickthrobbed at the little wet patch on the shiny material. “Are you going to keep questioning my every move, or are you going to let me suck your dick?”

“Get on with it,” he grumbled.

Chuckling, I leaned in and flicked my tongue over his wet spot, teasing his tip at the same time.

He sucked in a breath and held it, his stomach muscles tight under his tank top.

Taking my time, I tugged his briefs down until his cock sprang free, nearly slapping me in the face as it bobbed between us.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Jess…”

Tucking his underwear under his balls, I dipped my head so I could finally see his piercing.

The tiny silver ring with a little ball bearing in it was right under his shaft in the center of his sac. I’d Googled it after that night in the woods, but an internet search couldn’t compare to the real thing.

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