Page 44 of Virgin Skin

“Morning,” he murmurs gruffly, his touch dragging leisurely down my back until it tickles just above my crease. “How are you feeling?”

I clench my hole again, and just like earlier, my cock twitches too. The way we’re wrapped around each other, I can feel the answering throb of his growing erection against my belly, but that’s not where I want it. There are a lot of better places I can think of, actually, but right now there’s one in particular that’s at the top of my list.

I shift until the silky hot steel of his shaft aligns with mine, letting out a shuddering, soft moan. He grabs a handful of my ass cheek, his fingers skirting along the crease, the motion tugging lightly on my sore hole.

“A little tender,” I answer the question I’m pretty sure he asked a century ago… or maybe it was only five seconds. It’s really hard to tell right now.

Piston inches his fingers deeper into my crease and carefully strokes where I’m sore. He rests his forehead against mine while he does it, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I guess I should have practiced more before I tried to dive straight into the deep end, huh?” I huff a laugh and nibble on my bottom lip.

His expression smolders all over again. “You’ve never fingered yourself before?”

I shake my head.

Piston’s nostrils flare, and instead of horny, he suddenly looks pissed.

“What if you’d been with someone who was a complete prick? I’ve been with plenty of guys who couldn’t have given less of a fuck about prep, they just shoved it in and focused on getting themselves off. Someone else could have hurt you. They could have made your first time traumatic and painful.”

I know he’s trying to scare me, but all I can hear is the thunder in his voice at the hypothetical possibility of someone hurting me, and I’m not going to lie, it’s doing things to me.

“But I wasn’t with someone else.” I brush my lips against his lightly, not kissing but tempting him. “I was with you.”

He makes a satisfied sound in his throat.

“What about next time?” His nose bumps mine and he returns the tease, just barely caressing my lips with his.

He continues to tenderly stroke my entrance. It’s still slick with the remnants of the lube I never bothered to clean up last night. I roll my hips slowly, grinding our cocks together.

“You’re right.” We’re all but kissing now, mouths nearly flush as we whisper. “We should work our way up to it more slowly. Next time you can make me come with two fingers inside me, then three the time after that. I can even spring for some training plugs, and you can work me up one size at a time until you think I’m ready.”

Piston’s answering groan sounds pained. He rubs my hole a little harder for a second before he pulls his fingers away, rolls me onto my back, and straddles me. He pins me to the bed with his weight again, the warm metal of his piercing teasing the head of my cock, his breath hot against my lips.

“I’m trying to come to terms with last night being a one-time fuckup that I’ll have to punish myself over for the rest of my life, and you’re not helping. You say shit like that, and it makes me want to burn my entire life down just so Icanbe the one to train that tight little hole of yours to take a cock for the first time.” Both of our cocks throb at the same time, a slick of precum dribbling between us as I buck underneath him.

“I would say I’m sorry…” I grin and nip at his chin.

He rumbles a laugh. “But you’re not?”

“Not even a little.” I thrust up again, dragging the length of my cock against his, feeling the tug of pleasure deep in my gut.

He groans and meets my next thrust, his hips flexing and his cock leaking another slippery bead of precum. Tired of waiting for him to come around, I finally hook a hand behind his neck and slam my lips into his full force.

The wind rattles the windows again, but I barely hear it over the squeak of the bed and the harsh sound of our breathing as the kiss gets hotter and deeper and more desperate. Our tongues slide against each other and our hands wander all over the milesof bare skin between us. Every thrust has my toes curling, moans and whimpers falling from my lips, only to be swallowed greedily by Piston before they can escape.

Outside of the blankets, I can feel a chill in the room, but in our little bubble there’s nothing but hot breath and even hotter flesh, sweat and precum adding just a little bit of slickness to ease the friction between us. Piston grunts and growls against my mouth, fucking his cock harder and faster against mine, kissing me like he can’t decide if he wants to claim me or punish me for tempting him. Honestly, I’m down for either, as long as he keeps sucking my lip like that.

My balls tighten and my muscles all coil and tremble. Everything is blurry and frantic and the only word I can remember right now is Piston’s name, so I murmur that over and over between hungry kisses. I can feel the pulse and throb of every vein in his cock against mine, the hardening steel as he swells with every thrust. His balls bounce against mine and I suck on the juncture of his neck.

He groans my name and shudders. I bite down a little harder, imagining the bruise I’ll leave behind and savoring the salty taste of his skin against my tongue. Piston shouts and snaps his hips forward.

The wet splatter of his cum against my belly and the feeling of his whole cock seizing and spasming against mine makes me feral. I claw at his back and thrust against him wildly, his release coating my cock and easing the slide between us until the hot, tight feeling in my core finally unleashes and I follow him over the edge. My cum joins his in making a mess out of both of us, our mouths finding each other with open-mouthed, panting breaths that don’t quite manage to turn into kisses this time.

We grind and thrust against each other until we’re both spent, and then Piston collapses on top of me in a boneless, sticky mess.

PISTON

That wasn’t how this morning was supposed to go.

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