Page 58 of Grave Curse

But then her hands moved between mine as I parted the opening of my jeans. She reached beneath my briefs and freed my throbbing, stiff cock, only to gasp audibly when she got her first up close and personal look at it.

“What…” Wonderingly she touched a fingertip to the gleaming titanium ball-tip of the horseshoe piercing. My body jolted as if shocked by a live wire. “What… is this? And why? Why did you do this to yourself?”

“I told you I had a piercing, and you’ve already experienced why I did it.” At her baffled glance, I chuckled and dived both hands into her hair. “It hits your G-spot so perfectly it makes you my mindlessly screaming fucktoy. For me, it keeps the most sensitive part of my dick permanently exposed and, y’know… stimulated.”

Her eyes widened. “Stimulated?”

I nodded while I grew even harder, my dick twitching as if to prove my point. “Even the lightest touch of it vibrates through my dick. When I first got it, just the act of walking got me hard. Sitting in tight jeans was a kind of sweet torture. And riding on my hog? Jesus, I’ve never told anyone this before, but the truth is I straight-up came in my jeans after traveling only a couple blocks the first time out. It took months for me to get enough dick control where I wasn’t having fucking orgasms every other minute.”

“That… can’t be normal.”

“Some men are more sensitive than others, if they’re lucky. And I’m very,verylucky.”

“So, how long can you last with, you know… sex?”

“Again, you know the answer to that.” I smiled, pulling her closer. I wanted her mouth for something other than talking, so the time for idle chitchat was coming to a close. “Or have you forgotten how well-fucked you are from last night?”

Her face flushed. “As if I could ever forget last night.”

“I don’t know, Snap. Seems like you’ve blanked out some important points. Clearly I need to remind you just how good my dick control is.” My fingers tightened on her hair. “Let’s start with you licking your lips and putting that sweet mouth of yours around my dick.”

“I think I want to play with this first.” Her fascinated gaze dropped to the piercing before glancing up at me. “But not before you show me your ass.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Loki suggested I take a quick little peek at the southern end of you the next time we got naked so… Turn around, Tyr.”

So that’s what they talked about. “Remind me to kill him later.”

“Please?”

By God, she was sweet. With Ginger down on her knees before me, her pale eyes locked onto mine like I was the only thing she wanted to look at, I could deny her nothing.

“One quick look, and then you need to get busy.”

Her smile was brilliant before I slowly turned, letting my clothes fall past my knees so she could see the whole piece of art Loki had designed to my specifications.

“Oh… Tyr.” She said my name in a way she’d never said it before. Soft. Gentle. Like it meant something precious to her. My dick throbbed all the more, and I moaned softly when her hands drifted over my left ass cheek and down the outside of my leg.

“I somehow didn’t expect it to be so detailed. So beautiful. I’m not that beautiful.”

She had to be kidding. “It doesn’t begin to do you justice.”

“I’m glad Pokey drew me with my naked back turned and my face looking over my shoulder. Having him draw my naked girlie parts would have been weird.”

“He offered, but I didn’t want him to even think about you like that. That’s for me, and no one else. Not even my very-married brother. Now.” Breathing hard in anticipation, I turned back to her and cupped her chin in my hand, my dick now so hard it was curving up toward the ceiling. “Didn’t you say you wanted to play with my piercing? I’ll let you do it for a minute or two.”

“Just a minute or two? So stingy.” She smiled as she leaned toward my cock. As I watched, she curled her hand at the base of it and circled her tongue around the purpling head, before flicking the piercing and playing with it over and over.

Jesus-motherfucking-Christ-on-a-crutch.

Time stopped. That’s how powerful her mouth was. She also wrenched a guttural shout of bone-melting pleasure from me. That was new. In fact, that was something I just didn’t fucking do. Other than a few low grunts I never made a sound of shattered helplessness during sex, because a Gravedigger was never fucking helpless, not even when he was coming his brains out.

But there I was, groaning out loud and helpless.

In that moment, with Ginger’s tongue playing with my piercing, I was instantly trembling on the edge of shooting my load in her face and blissfully happy to do it.

But that wouldn’t do at all.

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