Page 100 of Theirs to Ruin

He lifted his cock, and the light glinted off the metal bars stacked along the underside. He ran his fingers from his balls upward, pausing on each “rung” of the ladder, his tip pulsing with each one.

I was trembling so hard the mattress shook. My pussy weeped and my mouth watered, as if my body was separate from my mind and wanted to leave any uncertainty in the dust to pounce on this guy’s gorgeous cock and make it mine.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. “Go ahead. Touch it.”

I reached out and followed the path of his fingers, feeling the hot skin with the hard little rods underneath and touching the silver balls on either side. I’d expected them to be cool but they were warm bordering on hot. I let out an involuntary gasp and he chuckled deep in his throat, making his cock jolt with the movements.

“Do you know the story of Jacob’s Ladder?” he asked, taking hold of my wrist once more and guiding my touch gently up and down the ladder.

“Vaguely,” I breathed. “It’s a ladder up to heaven, right?”

“You tell me,” he said. “Does this feel like heaven? Or is it your first step on the road to hell?”

I trembled at his words before gently wrapping my fingers around him. “Even if it is, I’m not stopping.” The feel of him—hot, hard, and pulsing with life—was intoxicating. But as I began to stroke, he grabbed my hand once again.

“Slowly,” he commanded. His gaze never left mine as he covered my fingers with his and guided them to stroke him at the torturous pace he set. As my hand slid over the piercings, the added texture was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Kage’s breath became ragged, his abs clenching.

“How does it feel?” I whispered, genuinely curious about the sensation of having those piercings stroked. “Do the piercings make it feel any different for you?”

His lips curled into a sinful grin, his voice husky with arousal. “Every bar you touch sends a jolt straight through me. It’s intense.”

Encouraged by his words, I let my thumb play over the topmost barbell, rubbing back and forth, gauging his reactions. Kage’s head tilted back, exposing the line of his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“You like that?” I teased, increasing the pressure slightly.

With every inch of movement, every squeeze, I saw the restraint in his eyes, saw how much he was holding back. The power he had over himself, and over me, was mesmerizing.

“More than you can imagine,” he rasped, his fingers now digging into the sheets beside him.

My core pulsed at his words. The thought of him using those piercings to pleasure me sent a shiver down my spine. My pace on his cock increased, driven by my growing need to see him come undone under my touch.

“You’re going to make me come, aren’t you, good girl?” His voice was ragged but still held that dominant edge.

I nodded, completely enraptured by him. The feel of him growing even harder, if that was possible, spurred me on. I squeezed slightly tighter, focusing on the ridges of his piercings, rolling them under my fingertips. The sensation seemed to be driving him wild. The slickness at his tip made my movements smoother, my grip firmer.

“Look at me,” he ordered. Our eyes locked, and in his intense gaze, I saw his surrender. The muscles in his neck tensed, his grip on the sheets tightening. I felt the pulsations along his shaft, felt the slight catch and release of the metal piercings as his body succumbed to what I was giving him. The visual combined with the tactile sensations were incredibly erotic. With a guttural groan, Kage came, streams of hot, thick, whiteness covering my hand and his stomach.

My hand was slick with Kage’s come, the remnants of his pleasure warm and dripping between my fingers. His cock, still semi-hard and glistening, twitched. I couldn’t stop playing with his piercings. Even now, they felt intriguing beneath my fingertips, their metal contrasting with his softening length.

Kage’s eyes were clouded, post-orgasmic satisfaction evident in his flushed cheeks. His chest rose and fell rapidly. The cornersof my lips curved upward as I reveled in the knowledge that I’d given Kage pleasure.

“Fuck,” he whispered, catching his breath.

I laughed. The musky scent of sex filled the air. My fingers, still wet with him, traced lazy patterns on his abdomen as his muscles quivered beneath my touch. “You okay?”

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and husky. “Barely. You have quite the touch.”

“I do?”

He shot me a look then gestured at his abs covered with cum. I had the sudden urge to lick it off him and explore every crevice of his six-pack abs.

Down girl.

Reaching over to his nightstand, Kage grabbed a discarded T-shirt, using it to clean the wetness from his abdomen and my hand before pulling me close. Our limbs tangled, and there was something deeply intimate about the moment, far beyond the physical act we’d just shared.

“Sleep,” he murmured against my ear, his hot breath fanning over my neck.

My fears from earlier returned. Being in Kage’s arms was already something I craved. I couldn’t get too used to it.

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