“Maverick from Top Gun didn’t play Bane either. Tom Hardy did.”
“That’s the one! I knew I’d get it in the end.”
Something uncomfortable occurred to me, if she was so drunk she couldn’t remember who the actor she had a crush on was—was I taking advantage of her right now?
“On a scale of one to ten, how drunk would you say you were right now?”
Closing one eye, she looked up at the ceiling. “Three. No, a five. No, wait, a four, definitely a four.”
Four wasn’t bad. Heck, even five wasn’t bad, was it? “Do me a favor, touch your nose with your fingertip.”
Sighing, she did it without even giving it much effort. “Now, you do it.”
Thinking I was smart, I did it and ended up poking myself in the cheek. “Okay, we’ll forget that. Now, you mentioned wanting to do something in the living room?”
A huge smile took over her face, and she nodded her head rapidly. “Do you have to do it differently with piercings in?”
Thinking about it, only a couple of things stood out—along with my dick. “Normally, teeth are a matter of preference, and that’s still the case here, but you need to be more careful with them so that you don’t tear the piercings out.”
Eyes wide, she glanced down at my crotch, smiling slightly when she saw exactly how excited I was, and then nodded.
“Also, rolling your tongue around them or even moving them with it is okay, but try not to pull on them. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain with my two, and it’s easily crossed.”
“Pleasure and pain, don’t pull them, watch teeth, got it. Now gimme!” she held her hand out to me and waved me over.
Closing the distance between us, I couldn’t help wondering how we’d gotten into this situation while I did everything I could not to move in case it distracted her. Hell, at this stage, even breathing was a movement that worried me so much that I tried to do it as shallowly as possible.
What if she decided she didn’t want to do it? Would I survive?
Surprisingly, her hands didn’t shake as she lowered the waistband of my sweats to the base of my shaft, the length of it trapped down the jersey leg against my thigh. I could also say that, at that moment, I was never so grateful for the fact that I was a huge advocate for ‘manscaping.’ All it’d taken was a round of training exercises when I’d first joined the Coast Guard, ones that’d involved midnight calls and yanking a front closing wetsuit up with an accidental handful of pubes. I’d been a convert for life.
And it’d all led me to this one moment with the most beautiful woman I’d ever met in my life, who was staring wide-eyed at the base of my cock.
Call it nerves, call it stupidity, but what came out of my mouth made me want to punch myself in the face. “There’s more—tucked down to the left.”
She swallowed loudly as she looked slowly up my torso until she was eye-to-eye with me. “Your left or mine?” The expression that followed it was much as I suspected mine had been seconds ago—a ‘why the fuck did I say that?’ look.
Deciding I was safer not to say anything out loud, I gently took her hand in mine and lowered it until it was resting on my hard length through the jersey material. A length, incidentally, that jumped when he realized whose it was.
Whimpering quietly, she looked back down again, this time at where her hand was slowly moving up and down my dick. It was torture. No, it was heaven and torture. Heaven because I finally had her hand on me, and torture because I had her hand on me, and I was still wearing my sweats, so there was a barrier between her skin and the rest of mine.
Not wanting to scare her with what I was about to do, I slowly gripped the elastic waistband and tugged it down, letting gravity do the rest of the work as the sweats dropped to the floor. After that, I shifted so I could kick them over to the side of the room, not taking my eyes from her.
But there was a way to make it even better.
Skimming from her hand down to where her nipples were poking through her tank, I pictured them squeezing my cock while I thrust between them. Fuck me! The mental image was enough to have a tingle at the base of my spine, warning me that I was close to coming just from what she was doing and my perverted mind.
“Pixie,” I rasped, licking my lips. “Take your top off, baby.”
I’d thought it would buy me a moment’s reprieve so that I could get my control back, but instead, she managed to maneuver one hand through the armhole, then swapped them out to do the other one before lifting it over her head and dropping it on the floor.
Her tits were even more amazing than I’d pictured, and I’d imagined them a lot. And she hadn’t been wearing a bra tonight, how beautiful was that?
The only thing ruining the moment was the fact she still had on her panties. Before I could suggest she divest herself of them too, though, she raised onto her knees and lowered them, wigging until they slid down her thighs. I would have said something, a suggestion on how to get rid of them or an offer to assist her with it, but the position she was in now meant her mouth was only half an inch away from the glistening tip of my dick.
Looking back up at me, she held my eyes as she moved forward, her pink tongue darting out to flick across it, and my head dropped back as the sensation shot up into my balls. I was not a one lick wonder, I’d never been a one lick wonder, but this was Sadie. Allowances had to be made unless it left me looking like a one pump chump.
While I was lecturing my body and trying to get some control over myself, I’d left myself open to surprises, including her sucking the tip of my shaft into her mouth while she rubbed her tongue over the small metal ball of the piercing at the same time. The sensation made every muscle go rock solid as my head snapped back up so I could watch what she was doing. There wasn’t anything, not one fucking thing, that could make me look away right now—
A stinging sensation followed by sharp slashing on my foot and ankle proved otherwise. It took me so by surprise that I jerked backward slightly and then forward as I kicked my leg to get whatever was on it off.
Unfortunately, neither of us had our full mental faculties thanks to the alcohol and sexual tension, but the hissing noise had gotten Sadie’s eyes off me and onto the floor where it was coming from.
This meant that seeing as how my eyes were aimed there too, when I jerked forward with the kick, she wasn’t able to avoid the tip of my cock hitting her right in the eye while at the same time making my own cross. It was just too sensitive, and after the sensations of her hand, tongue, and mouth around it, my poor dick didn’t know what to make of it.
With a scream, she pressed the palm of her hand over it. “What… Why did it hit me in the eye?”
With my cock waving around in the air, my brain kickstarted itself again, and I regained the ability to multi-task. So, I kicked out again at the same time as I leaned down, only just managing to keep the yell inside that wanted to burst free as the fucker’s nails left my skin unwillingly.
Gently prying her hand away from her face, I tilted her head back and winced at how pink her eye was. “Are you okay, baby?”
Blinking rapidly at me, she opened her mouth to reply—hopefully not saying she couldn’t see out of it and needed to go to the E.R.—but was cut off by a loud hammering on the front door.