I'd Rather Not (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 3)

I moaned.

Seriously, I moaned.

I couldn’t help myself.

He fisted his cock and gave it a few hard, fast strokes.

That was when I realized he had a big, massive cock. A massive cock that had a barbell through the skin just on the underside of his cock.

“Frenum piercing,” he said. “I got it when I was sixteen and dumb. Now I have it because it looks weird to have a hole in my skin.”

I giggled and clenched my hands into fists so I wouldn’t reach out and touch it. I hadn’t seen the piercing when I’d seen his penis the first time. He must’ve had it out when he had to “remove all metal” for the surgery.

“Go ahead,” he said, continuing to stroke it.

I sat up, legs still spread wide, and hesitantly reached for his cock.

He dropped his hand from around it, and the thick length of him drooped, unable to stand as straight with the weight and the girth that he was packing.

When my hand hesitantly slipped around him, I was stunned to see that I couldn’t even make my fingers touch.

“You’re really big,” I breathed.

He laughed.

“When I got the piercing, it was because one of my best buddy’s sisters worked at the tattoo salon. I thought she was hot, but she was like six years older than me. I wanted to impress her with the size of my cock. So, I went and got the piercing, thinking it might turn her on,” he admitted.

“Did it work?” I asked curiously.

The fact that he was sixteen still made me want to widen my eyes at him.

But I could see Pace being a virulent, hormonal teenage boy. No joke, it wouldn’t surprise me all if it did.

“Yeah,” he said. “I lied and told her I was eighteen. She hadn’t asked for ID or anything. We fucked there in the little room. Then she pierced my cock for free.”

I rolled my eyes. “Win-win for you.”

My finger trailed down the underside of his cock, starting at the barbell and stopping at the base of his cock where his skin started to loosen and cover his testicles.

His cock jumped.

“God,” he said. “Having your hands on me is everything that I imagined it would be.”

I bit my lip and ran my finger around the piercing.

“Why this one?” I asked.

“The frenum?” he paused.

“Yeah,” I wanted to lick it.

“Because it’s supposed to help with sensitivity,” he admitted. “And it took the least amount of time to heal. I wanted a piercing, but I also didn’t want to be out of commission for months on end if I could help it. Though the appa piercing looked cool, I just wasn’t really wanting my cock head to be pierced.”

I squeezed his cock and loved how he groaned. “I don’t blame you.”

“Please, lick me,” he urged.

That was all the invitation I needed.

Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I caught up a few stray drops of his pre-come, loving the taste of him on my lips.

“Fuck.” He panted. “Fuck me running.”

I touched the tip of my tongue to his piercing and ran it from ball to ball, swirling it around and around.

“Goddamn.” He pulled away suddenly. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come on your pretty face.”

Why the thought of that was so exciting, I didn’t know.

But it was.

Greatly.

“I can see that the idea of that isn’t at all off-putting,” he paused. “But I really want to be inside of you. I’ve thought of nothing but sinking inside of you for weeks now. I really, really want to do it.”

I let myself fall backward, loving as he watched my breasts bounce.

His fingers skated up my thighs and came to a rest at the scar on my belly.

“I’ve never been happier of anything that I’ve done in my life,” he said as he fingered the still healing scar.

I agreed.

I was happy that he’d done it. Happy and sad, really.

Happy that I was alive to experience this with him, but sad because he had to put himself in danger for me to have a life.

“Do you think,” he said. “That fate is real?”

I thought about that for a second. “Yes.”

“I think so, too,” he admitted. “I’ve done nothing but hold onto that goddamn rabbit for years now. It’s been with me everywhere. And every time I have it in my hand, I think of you. And when I saw that you were sick, days away from dying, I had this feeling that urged me to do it. To help you. Now, look where I am. I’m with you.”

I reached my hand out for his cock, then tugged lightly, urging him closer.

He came, putting both of his fists on either side of my head and leaning down until his mouth was inches from mine.

“Yeah, baby?” he rasped, his breath dancing over my lips.