Page 41 of Virgin Skin

“Go ahead, it doesn’t bite,” I tease.

He snorts and then extends just his index finger to stroke the warm metal of the steel barbell pierced through the head of my cock. The light tug at the piercing reverberates through my already throbbing cockhead, rewarding him with a spurt of precum oozing from my slit to run down the barbell and cling to his finger.

“Fuck,” he whispers again, his cock twitching and throbbing against me.

I groan and rock my hips again involuntarily. As I surge forward, Milo wraps his hand around my shaft with shaky fingers and a tentative grip. I thread my fingers through his hair and tilt his head back to give myself better access to the column of his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs with his swallow as I drag my tongue along the corded muscles and tendons, fucking into the loose channel of his fingers. I want to bite down hard enoughto leave bruises that will last for days, love bites that will still be there if he decides to meet up withZekeandLutheragain.

I growl possessively and thrust harder into his fist, scraping my teeth lightly over his thrumming pulse. Milo whimpers and arches up underneath me, letting go of my cock and shifting so our erections meet, hot and hard and bare this time. As soon as the silky-smooth skin of his shaft meets mine, he shudders under me, digging his fingers roughly into my biceps. I smirk against his skin and return to licking and kissing him instead of biting.

Those jackasses from the club can text him all they want. Milo came home withme. He’s digging bruises intomyarms and panting inmyear. His precum slicked cock is grinding againstmineand it’s going to be my name on his lips when he comes.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

We buck together frantically, our mouths finding each other again in sloppy, frenzied kisses. My chest swells with a possessive, triumphant, wild feeling. It’s all I can do not to flip him over and drive my cock into his tight virgin ass here and now. I want to wreck him for anyone else who might ever even dare to look at him. I don’t want him to be able to get off without thinking about me for the rest of his life.

Our skin gets damp with sweat as we roll round in a tangle of sheets, hands groping as we move from kissing to exploring each other’s bodies with our lips and tongues instead. Milo drags deep, rumbling moans from me as he sucks and bites my nipples, and I take my turn making him squirm by tonguing his belly button.

He tastes sweet and salty. Every bitten-off, gasping groan he lets out echoes in my quiet bedroom and tightens around my throbbing balls. I want to lick every inch of his skin. I want tofucking devour him. I flick the tip of my tongue through his happy trail, and he flexes his hips. His cock bumps my chin, breathy whimpers puffing from between his lips as he fists the sheets.

I pull back just enough to get a good look at his long, slender cock. The tip of it is glistening with precum and the veins lining his shaft are bulging, begging to be tongued and teased. My hot breath puffs over his cockhead and he whines, humping the air helplessly.

I manage to stop staring at his cock just long enough to grab a condom and lube from the nightstand. My heart hammers over what I’m about to do. He asked for it, hewantsit, but that doesn’t mean I should do it.

But is it better to let someone else be his first? Someone who might not care about making it perfect for him. Someone who might just use him as a notch in their bed post or a reason to brag.

It turns out it’s incredibly easy to do the mental gymnastics required to convince myself that fucking him into my mattress tonight will practically make me worthy of sainthood. Is making Milo happy really the worst thing I could do?

I pop open the cap on the lube and squirt a generous amount onto my fingers, then I shuffle down to position myself between his legs, his pretty cock twitching and throbbing just inches from my lips. His balls are already heavy and tight against his body, his thighs quivering and his chest heaving with every breath he drags in. His eyes are glued to me, and there’s a wild, pleading look in them like he’s prepared to riot if I try to stop now.

As if I could.

I think we both know this has been inevitable since the night we met, no matter what I tried to tell myself.

“Just breathe and try to relax for me.” I drag my lips lightly over the tip of his cock as I murmur the instructions.

He whimpers and rocks his hips again, nudging his cockhead against the damp seam of my lips. I slip my lubed fingers between his legs and into his crease. He moans as I drag them over the pucker of his hole, feeling it flutter and clench under my touch, trying to relax but unable to fight the natural instinct to draw tighter.

I open my mouth and suck just the tip of his cock between my lips. Milo lets out a strangled sound, convulsing like he’s been electrocuted, his cock jerking and twitching and his hole spasming against my fingertips again.

I’m not in any hurry though. I take my time sucking gently on the head of his cock, coaxing an endless stream of precum from him, lapping it from his slit while I pet his rim. I stroke his puckered hole slowly with teasing circles and soft taps that make his legs tremble and his breath catch. Every little bit he manages to relax, I reward him by taking his cock an inch deeper into my mouth until my lips are stretched around the base, his length testing my gag reflex, and the tip of my index finger is being squeezed by that tight ring of his muscles.

“Oh my god. Oh fuck, I’m not going to make it.” He squirms and gasps, alternating between staring down at me with a pained kind of awe and clenching his eyes shut, presumably to keep himself from spilling down my throat without so much as another lick from me.

I hum around his cock, my nose buried in his dark pubic hair. My dick leaks and pulses against the mattress, my hips jerking with involuntary thrusts. I want to give him what he asked for. I want to fuck him and make him come on my cock, just like he asked, like hebegged. Fuck knows I want it as badly as he does, maybe more. But I don’t want to rush prep either. He’s nowhere near ready to take my cock, no matter how badly we both want him to be.

Disappointment lurches in my chest. If this wasn’t going to be our only night together, the decision would be easy.

It has to be the only night we have together, I remind myself.

But as I look up at Milo, clawing at the sheets, quivering as he tries to hold himself back from thrusting into my throat, his skin beautifully flushed, the decision is easy anyway.

I pull off of his cock slowly with a filthy, wet sound, stopping when only the tip is between my lips again. I swirl and crook my fingers, working that tight ring of muscles just a little looser, and then I take him deep into my throat again. He grunts and whines and moans as I fall into a rhythm, fucking him shallowly with just one finger, lapping at the throbbing veins in his shaft with every upstroke and swallowing around him with every downward thrust.

He gives up his fight to hold still and starts to buck into my rhythm. I moan encouragingly, my cock throbbing with the flutter and clench of his hole around my first knuckle and the sound of his breathing getting more and more desperate and erratic.

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