“How long does he have to go without sex?” I squeak and Ollie laughs, sitting in a spare chair and pulling me into his lap.
“Three to four weeks of absolutely no sex, but you need to use a condom for six months afterwards,” Marcus explains, guiding Creed’s dick and getting the needles ready.
“Does that include blowjobs?” I question, and Creed groans before Marcus pinches his dick hard to cool him off a bit. It looks like it fucking hurts already.
“It includes all bodily fluids.” He lines up the first needle with the underside of Creed’s dick before shoving it in, making Creed hiss through the pain.
“They make flavoured condoms, right?” I whisper to Ollie, and he nods, leaning into my ear.
“They do, and we will buy them in bulk if you really want to suck him off.”
I swallow hard at the idea of having a dick in my mouth. I haven’t done anything like that with Luke or any of them yet, but I’m dying to try.
I wince through the second piercing before Ollie pulls his phone out, opening up Amazon and letting me pick a bunch of different flavours of condoms to surprise Creed with.
By the time we’re finished shopping for flavoured condoms and lube, Creed’s dick is being wrapped in a gauze barrier leaving only his pee hole open, before he tenderly puts himself in his pants with a wince.
Getting up, I move to stand in front of him and pull his head down for a kiss. “Thank you for doing that for us,” I whisper, my voice filled with lust, and he groans.
“I can’t wait to see how much I make you both scream with this,” he growls out, gripping the back of my neck and kissing me hard and fast until I’m panting for him.
Holy shit. I love how possessive he is.
“Let’s get you home to rest, babe.” I pull away from him and grab his hand to lead him back to the front counter. When the girls from earlier look at him and lick their lips like he’s a lollipop, I glare at them until they avert their eyes.
That’s right, bitches. He’s mine.