That makes me second-guess my decision to have them both done. “Should I only have one done?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t wuss out now.”
I pout. “But I like it when you play with them.”
He flicks his tongue over the tip of one and pinches the other. “You’ll fucking love it once they’re healed.”
Pressing my lips together, I nod.
Martinez pushes a table over and with his elbow, nudges Wes back.
He starts lifting sealed sterile packages. “These are the needles I’ll use and here are a few different barbells to choose from.”
I pick out the ones I want, small silver ones with a ball at each end. He pulls on a pair of rubber gloves and cleans each of my nipples.
I glance over at Wes and my lips part when I see he’s taking off his pants. “What are you doing?”
He makes a show of stroking his hard cock for me. “I’m going to fuck you while you’re getting pierced.”
I look at Martinez and then back at him. “But, shouldn’t I not be moving?”
“Don’t worry,” Martinez murmurs.
“Want to suck his dick while he does it?” Wes asks, lifting his chin in Martinez’s direction.
My eyes widen. “What if I bite him?”
I look at Martinez. “I won’t mean to but I might.”
Wes pulls on a condom but doesn’t push right in. Instead, he starts to finger me again until I’m wet for him. Then he lines his cock up and pushes in.
“He’s already got his gloves on so you’ll need to take his dick out,” Wes, says motioning to Martinez’s jeans.
My mouth waters as I turn my face to his friend.
His light brown eyes are molten. “You wanna suck my dick pretty girl?”
I nod, reaching for his jeans. I have to shift on the table so that my face is closer to him. Once I have him free I discover he too, is pierced. His piercing is different from Wes’s. There are two barbells, stacked one above the other on the underside of his dick, near the head.
He steps closer and I open my mouth for him.
Wes thrusts in and out of my pussy, his fingers massaging my clit. As good as it feels I concentrate on Martinez. He calmly fucks my face while preparing to pierce me. Everything is sterile, and his movements are methodical. It’s like he doesn’t have his cock down my throat.
I close my eyes and allow myself to drift, to do nothing other than feel. His taste, the bumps of his piercings as they move against my tongue, and his scent, clean and somehow woodsy.
Then there’s Wes, his hands under my ass, squeezing my flesh as he pushes in deep. He fills me, his cock pounding me.
Something is happening at my nipple but the way my head is turned I can’t see. Then Martinez stops moving, his cock just resting in my mouth. A moment later Wes stops moving as well, rooted deep, his hands now vice grips on my hips.
That’s all the warning I have before the needle pierces my flesh. There’s pulling and a twist as Martinez pushes the piercing into place and twists the ball to one end.
The pain last only seconds but the hot sensation centered at my nipple stays.
I shift my head back, his cock falling from my lips and look down at my nipple.
“Did she bite your cock?” Wes asks, pulling back and thrusting back into me.
This is so insane.
“She’s a trooper,” Martinez says, grinning down at me.
I want to touch my piercing but other than cleaning it, I’m going to need to be hands off until it heals. Waiting to play with it will seriously suck because I’m already in love with how it looks.
Martinez pushes his hips in my direction, his dick hitting my chin. “You’re not done sweetheart.”
I roll my eyes but grab his cock, pumping my hand up and down his length while I circle the tip with my tongue. The whole time I do this I look up at him. He stares back down at me, rubbing his lips together.
His eyes are hooded, and the look he’s giving me right now would melt my panties off, if I was wearing any.
“So fucking hot,” Wes murmurs.
He’s slowed his strokes, apparently enjoying the show. I explore his piercings with my tongue before opening wide and taking him deep. He groans, his gloved hand fisting.
“Hurry up and do her other tit man,” Wes grumbles.
“Alright, alright,” Martinez replies looking away.
He repeats the process on my other breast and again has me stop sucking and Wes stop thrusting while he pierces me.
This one hurts like a motherfucker, a million times worse than the first one. It takes all I have not to cry out, or clench my jaw. Wes shocks the shit out of me by thrusting deep and slapping my clit.
I explode.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, massaging the sting of his slap away.
Now that my piercings are in, Martinez pulls his gloves off and puts his hands on the back of my head. He’s the one in control now, twisting my hair in his grasp and pumping his thick cock between my lips.
It doesn’t take him long. He gives me no warning before he cums, just fills my throat.
“Take it, fucking swallow it up,” he moans.
He pulls his slowly softening cock from my mouth and surprises me by lowering his face to mine. Then he kisses me, deep and greedily. There’s no way he doesn’t taste himself on my tongue.
When he pulls back, he strokes my cheek and then looks at Wes, “You want to share again, let me know.”
His eyes return to me, surprisingly soft. Wow.
I have no time to fully react to this though. Wes pulls his cock from me and pulls me by my legs off of the table. Once my feet hit the ground, he spins me and bends me over the table.
My hands hit the table and I hold myself up over it. His hand slides up my spine to the back of my neck. He grips me there, hard, almost painful but not.
He pushes his cock back inside me, his other hand moving to my clit. Then, he fucking pounds me. My body jolts with each thrust.
Martinez crosses his arms over his chest and watches as Wes takes me, hard.
“Did you like sucking his cock Nic?” Wes asks.
Fuck, I can’t think.
“Yes, yes,” I groan.
“Yes, what?” he pushes.
Gulping, and feeling the pressure of his fingers on either side of my throat I reply, “I liked it.”
“Did you like that my cock was inside you while I watched you suck his cock?”
I’m close, so close.
“Oh God.”
He chuckles, his hand moving to my hair.
He pulls me by it, tugging my head back towards his. “The name’s Wes.”
Then he turns my head and kisses me. No, not kisses, brands. He brands me with his tongue so hot against mine and I whimper as I cum.
He follows me, his cock thickening as my pussy pulses around him.
His lips leave mine and he pulls me the rest of the way up, until my back is flush against his front. His hands move down to rest on my hips as he looks over my shoulder at my breasts.
“Fucking hot. I’m going to enjoy making you cum just by playing with them.”
My pussy pulses at the thought and he laughs.
He looks over at Martinez, resting his chin on my shoulder. “She’s up for it, can I play with her in your room?”
Martinez wets his lips, his eyes on me. “Yeah. As long as I can watch.” He pauses. “Or more.”
I shiver at his expression and Wes’s hands tighten on my hips. “Done.”
Before I put my tank back on, Martinez goes over after care with me and offers to check my healing anytime I want. Then he puts a bandage over each of my nipples.
Whoa are they tender.
“Are you locking up?” He asks Wes.
When Wes nods, he says later to the both of us and leaves.
“Want to see my room?” Wes asks once he’s gone.
His question confuses me. ”Your room?”
He takes my hand and pu
lls me from the room we’re in, flipping the light off as we go. Then, he leads me to a room two doors closer to the entrance.
“This is where I tattoo,” he says, pushing open the door and flipping on the light.
There are drawings on all of the walls, a counter similar to the one in the room we were just in, a loveseat, a desk with a rolling stool, and a leather chair that kind of looks like one you’d find in a dentist office in the center of the room.
My hand slips from his as I move to get a closer look at the drawings on the walls. There are lots of eyes and zombies.
“Did you draw all of these?” I ask, looking back at him.
He’s watching me; his back leaned against the doorframe. His face is passive, his full lips neither smirking nor smiling.
He answers my question with one of his own. “Do you like them?”
I tilt my head, “I’m not sure about the zombies. They look gross which I guess is the point.”
He laughs and I keep talking, my hand lifting to gesture towards one of the eyes, “these eyes are stunning. They almost look real.”
That makes him smile. “Thanks.”
“How long have you been doing tattoos?” I ask.
He moves to sit in the wheelie chair. “Bout five years. Do you want one?”
I laugh. “Like right now?”
He shakes his head. “No, in general.”
Folding my arms over my chest I turn away from him and look back towards the drawings on his walls. “Yes, but I have no idea what I’d want.”
He stands, skirts the leather chair and comes to stand next to me. “When you’re ready, I’ll do it for you.”
Grinning, I look up at him. “Deal.”
It’s been a week since I’ve seen or heard from Wes. Maybe he doesn’t want to see me until my new piercings have healed. Considering Martinez said that could take up to a year, I hope not. I’m regretting getting both done.
Turns out, I didn’t realize how often I played with them until playing with them was no longer an option. Now, if I try to get myself off, my hands have to stay south. It could be mental but it takes me longer to get off without pinching or twisting them as well. Thing is, since waiting for them to heal sucks so bad there’s a chance I wouldn’t have gone back to have the second one done if I did them one at a time. I suppose we’ll never know.
Josh has been all over me at work and I’m not sure how to handle him. Would it be cheating on Wes to go out on a date with Josh? He’s hot but the thought of being with him doesn’t excite me the way being with Wes does. Wes and I aren’t anything though so being worried he’ll be annoyed with me in the first place is stupid.
It’s the week of zero contact that’s freaking me out. The last time I saw him was the most we’ve talked. Sure, I gave his friend a blowjob while he fucked me before our chat but still, it happened.
He showed me his artwork and told me he’d tattoo me. That has to mean he’s going to text me again.
“You’re an idiot,” I murmur to myself as I beep the locks on my car.
I’m working a mid shift today. There are a ton of kids for us to watch since it’s a Saturday so I’m not alone. We take turns helping parents sign their kid’s in and out. Any break from the chaos of crying toddlers is a relief. I’m taking my turn at the desk when Josh approaches.
“Hey Nicole.”
“Hi Josh.”
He leans up against the desk. “So, have you thought about it?”
I play dumb. “About what?”
Before I met Wes I would have been a stuttering mess right now. Josh Green, one of the hottest guys I’ve ever known has spent the last two weeks asking me out. He’s nice enough but he doesn’t make my panties wet with a look now.
The last thing I want to do is stay at home all by myself for another week.
“Will you go to dinner with me?”
He’s hot and I don’t have any other offers. “Sure.”
He blinks. Great, I’ve stunned him. It doesn’t take him too long to recover.
“What’s your number?”
He taps it into his phone and sends me a text on the spot so I’ll have his number.
“Does tomorrow work for you?”
I shake my head. “I’m working a late shift tomorrow.”
“Are you off any days this week?”
“I’m not working Monday.”
He smiles. “Perfect.”
A dad walks up with a kid on his hip.
I tilt my head in the dad’s direction and say, “text me,” as a goodbye.
He walks backward, his eyes on me until he’s out of sight. Okay, that was pretty cute.
The girls who are working the play area with me all freak out as soon as the dad I’m helping is done signing in his daughter.
“Oh my God,” a girl named Hillary says. “I can’t believe you’re going out with Josh Green. He is so gorgeous.”
It’s funny how they’re more excited about it than I am. The rest of my shift is a blur. A blur that doesn’t give me time to think that another day has gone by with no text from Wes.
At home, I wonder would a bad girl even care? Probably not but technically, I’m still in training.
Not only that, but I’ve got a hot date the day after tomorrow so it’s lame to sit here and stress over whether or not some guy is texting me or not.
Instead, I put on some music and give myself a facial.
“You look really pretty,” Josh says, the moment I open my door.
I wasn’t sure where he was taking me so I went with a simple but classic little black dress and matching heels.
“You look pretty good yourself,” I reply, pulling my door shut behind me.
And, he does. He’s wearing dress pants with a light blue button up shirt. His sleeves are rolled up, his muscular forearms on full display. Not that being hidden by a shirt in any way distracted from how built he was. His shirt was a perfect fit, that and the exact shade of blue took him from handsome to devastatingly so. The blue of his shirt somehow making his Caribbean blue eyes even bluer.
He reaches out his hand and I slip mine into it. I’ve seen his car before, a flashy Porsche roadster. Never thought I’d be riding in it though.
He walks me to the passenger side and opens my door for me. Not bad Mr. Green. He slides into his seat and we take off. The silence is awkward; giving me time to wonder what Wes would do if I were in the passenger seat of his car.
He’d probably grab me by the back of my neck and have me suck him off while we drive. My eyes flick towards Josh’s lap, curious to know what he’s packing.
Before he can catch me staring, I look forward again.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Ever been to Gallahan’s?” He answers my question with one of his own.
Wow, Gallahan’s is a seriously swanky steak place.
“I have, is that where we’re going?”
He nods. “It’s my favorite place.”
Oh, does that mean this is where he takes all of his dates? I frown, that unexpectedly took a bit of the wind from my sails.
The silence is awkward between us for the rest of the ride.
He gets a parking spot right by the entrance which considering how packed the parking lot is, is some sort of witchcraft. Josh takes my hand and leads me towards the door. He walks slowly, matching his stride to mine.
That’s sweet of him.
I glance over at his profile. Maybe once I got to know him better I would feel something for him. He’s beyond hot, but I need something more than that to turn me on.
The biggest difference between Josh and Wes was their confidence. Josh was cocky Wes was confident.
Wes could order me not to wear underwear and I’d happily obey. Josh, not so much. That doesn’t mean Josh won’t be able to surprise me.
Because tonight, with taking me to a nice restaurant and matching his stride to mine also matter to me. The hostess gives him an appreciative once over as we approach but he d
oesn’t seem to notice.
“Reservation for Green.”
She pulls two leather bound menus from a shelf behind her and says, “Please follow me.”
Gallahan’s interior was dark, the walls papered in a deep rich maroon, with dark wood tables and chairs. Low hung chandeliers emitting a warm glow and wall-mounted lamps are the only light.
Josh pulls my chair out for me. As I slide into it I have to stop myself from laughing out loud at another comparison between him and Wes. Here I am, chair being pulled out by Josh on our first date, whereas Wes had me kneeling on his kitchen floor so he could fuck my face on our first, I couldn’t even call it a date.
Josh has been nothing but a nice guy to me, it sucks that I wanted a bad boy,
Folding my menu and setting it on the table, I look at him. “Tell me about yourself.”
He tilts his head to the side. “What would you like to know?”
I shrug and pause while a server comes to take our drink orders. As soon as he leaves I ask, “Have you always lived in Austin?”
His lips tip up. “It’s nice to go out with a girl who doesn’t know my whole life story first.”
It’s my turn to look confused. “Huh?”
He unfolds his napkin and spreads it over his lap. “Ever since my fitness page went viral it’s been hard to know who is interested in me for me, or for what I could do for them.”
I frown. “There’s nothing I need you to do for me.”
“I know that. It’s what I like about you and it’s why I asked you out.”
I shake my head, but I do it smiling. “So, have you always lived in Austin.”
“No, I’m originally from St. Louis.”
He pauses when our server returns with our drinks and to take our orders.
“I moved down for school and stayed because I fell in love with this town. What about you?”
“I’m from here.”
“And, have you ever lived anywhere else.”
I shake my head. “Nope, never.”
“What about traveling, do you enjoy that?”
“I do. I haven’t been anywhere cool, just family road trips growing up. Do you like traveling?”
He grins and a women at a table one over from us sighs. “I do. I haven’t been to that many places yet but I’m starting to get modeling requests so I should be traveling more soon.”
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