Page 12 of Silver Fox
Whatever. I’m an equal opportunities kind of gal. I can deal with a growth.
I clench my thighs together, eager to unveil him but curious to see what the bumps are.
I tuck my fingers underneath the waistband of both his expensive black pants and dark boxers. His rough hair grazes against my skin as I pull downwards, uncovering both more tattoos and moreSilas.
But when I get to his cock, my jaw drops.
The bumps aren’t growths.
They’repiercings.
There’s five bars running up his dick, one after the other, with little silver balls securing either end. The final bar is vertical instead of horizontal, piercing just under the head and exiting at the very tip.
“Take it in your hand.” Silas looks down at me, his chest heaving.
Tentatively, I curl my hand around him, wary of the piercings through his length, but it’s only then that I realize what I thought were veins on his cock aren’t veins at all.
They’re tattoos.
Delicate blue and purple lines wrap around him, and they almost remind me of tribal tattoos. They’re more feminine somehow, more purposeful. And I kind of want to run my tongue along them.
Softly, I stroke him. It’s difficult with all the bars, and I avoid them as much as I can, but Silas wraps his hand around mine, squeezing way harder than I would have ever done.
“Touch me normally,” he croons. “They’ll move with you.”
I swallow, trying it. I can feel the piercings shifting with my grip, and it’s slightly unnerving, but he’s right. The piercings are mobile, to a degree, and with every stroke my confidence grows, until Silas lets out a heavy exhale, his head falling backwards to expose his throat and his eyes closing.
While his eyes are closed, I let my intrusive thoughts win.
I lay my tongue against the base of his cock and lick all the way up to the head.
“Fuck,” Silas growls, his hand coming to rest against my cheek. He sucks in a breath as I lap up his taste, groaning out my satisfaction. His cock is as hot as a brand against my tongue, but I need more, swirling around his tip, teasing the piercing as I do. The metal is smooth, but his sharp intake of air stops me.
“Did that hurt?” I ask, wide-eyed.
He shakes his head. “It felt good. More than good. The piercings increase my sensitivity.”
Emboldened, I take him in my mouth once more, bringing my hands up to work the shaft whilst I lavish attention on the head. He’s too thick to take much deeper, but that doesn’t stop me trying. My cheeks hollow with every enthusiastic suck.
“Look at me.” His voice is deeper than it was before, raspy and labored.
I do what he says, because with Silas I can’t help but obey. There’s something in this connection between us, as my dark eyes meet his cobalt gaze, his hand in my hair and his piercings against my tongue. He’s panting, his mouth opening and his brow drawing down, until—
“Stop,” he groans, his lungs hauling in air like there’s no tomorrow. “When I come, it isn’t going to be in your mouth.”
I bite my lip as he bends to take off my dress, peeling the fabric off my skin, revealing every inch of me.
Every roll.
Every stretch mark.
And all the lights are on.
“Can we… can we turn the lights off?” I ask tentatively, holding my arms across my stomach.
Silas pauses, staring at me with something I think is pity. It’s embarrassing as all hell, but I can’t help it.
“I’m not saying anything negative about myself,” I start, remembering his punishment earlier, teasing me until I was begging to come. I’d agreed to it in the heat of the moment, but I’ve got a lifetime of weight-related insecurity to deal with. It isn’t going to disappear overnight, as much as I might want it to.
