Page 24 of Stocking Stuffers
Without warning, she leaned forward and sucked on one of his nipples. She’d noticed that needy glint in his eye when he’d found the clamps, and she suspected he was desperate for them.
He cried out when her lips touched the sensitive nub, first one and then the other. She suckled and bit them until they were dusky rose and hard. Then she lifted the clamps off the couch. The Chained Melody Clamps were tweezer-style with silicone pinchers and a weighted connector chain. Great for beginners, not too rough, and easy to pull off.
She rubbed a fingertip around his nipple. “Do you want this?”
“Yes.”
She watched his face closely as she clipped the first one on. His breath hissed out of him like a teakettle.
“Still good?”
“Uh-huh. Very.”
She snapped the other one on, and his back bowed, his hips rising off the couch.
“What do you want, Perry?” she asked as she kissed his chin.
“Your mouth. On me, on my …” He shivered against her.
“On your what?” Humor laced her voice, especially as he groaned brokenly, unable to answer.
She kissed down his chest and rubbed her cheek in his hair. The mix of a thick pelt on his chest and beautiful botanicals on his skin made her lose her head. She loved hairy masc people. Every once in a while, she craved smooth skin, and curves, and softness. But sometimes she was in the mood to press her face into some unruly body hair, and holy hell, did Perry have that in spades.
She returned to his cock and licked a stripe up the vein before tonguing his slit. He placed his hands in her hair but didn’t fist it or pull her onto his cock. She liked a lover with restraint. She glanced up and made eye contact.
His breathing was erratic, his eyes wide and unwavering from her face. She’d been torturing him for so long now that his body was strung tight and damp with sweat. He’d not once complained or given any indication that he wasn’t thoroughly enjoying it, though.
The vine of his tattoo snaked around the top of his thigh to his hipbone, and she followed it with her fingernail. He groaned when she reached the smooth skin over bone.
“Didn’t know … that was an erogenous zone until you.” He trailed his hand down the back of her neck, and she sucked his crown, sighing at the burst of salt on her tongue. “Close. Getting close, Sasha.”
She pulled off with an obscene pop, and he finally,finally, moaned out his frustration.
“How’s it feel?” she asked. “The clamps.”
“Sexy. Feels like I’m close to you, using toys with you. Ones you picked.”
She froze, shocked by his honesty and the vulnerability rushing through her at his words. That hadn’t been her intention with this, but maybe she should’ve anticipated bonus emotions with Perry. She’d expected this to be a sexy little game but now was sure she’d misjudged.
She looked him in the eye as she wrapped the weighted chain connecting the clamps around her index finger. He groaned when she tugged on the chain lightly.
“I’m going to yank these off when you come. Are you ready for that?”
He nodded very seriously. “Yes, beautiful.”
Oh, he was such a gem.
She laughed and sucked him back down, getting sloppy with it. He cried out and tensed.
“Right there. I’m right there,” he chanted.
As that first splash of jizz hit her tongue, she ruthlessly jerked the chain until she heard the snap as the clamps popped off his nipples.
The noise he made was unreal as he flooded her mouth. Harsh and shocked and broken. After several shivering seconds, his hips twisted and he cupped her cheeks, gently pulling her off.
“Was that okay?” she asked after swallowing, holding the nipple clamps up.
“Yes.” He was out of breath but managed halting sentences. “It hurt so badly … and felt so incredible … like my pleasure and pain receptors were going haywire. I loved it.”
