My eyes widen, but I can't help it – I want to do what he says. I reach for the hem of his silky boxers, pulling them down before I can change my mind. I make my gaze stay locked with his for just a moment longer, and when I break contact, unable to resist, he chuckles.
I look down, my fingers trembling as I reach for him.
His cock is huge. And that is not an exaggeration.
He's thick and long, throbbing with want for me, several veins lining his length. And the very tip is pierced, two silver metal balls on each side of it. I swallow hard, looking back up.
And that smirk is back on his face, like he has nothing to hide. Like he wants me to look. Just that smirk might make me come right this very moment.
"Don't be shy," he says with a rough voice, and I reach for him, obeying like a good girl. My fingers wrap around his impressive girth, one of them stroking the tip with the piercing.
He groans, and I love that I made that happen, so I drop to my knees. The sand is harsh under me, and I'm now realizing how exposed we are out here. It's nighttime, and there's no one nearby, but if someone came across us, we'd have nowhere to hide.
For some reason, that thought makes me shiver with excitement.
Dom gives me a confused look as I stroke him, my fingers surer of their path with every motion.
Slowly, I lower my mouth to his cock, my gaze locked with Dom's, but I'm too shy to do anything else.
"Dare," I whisper instead, hoping he'll give me what we both want.
His fingers wrap in my hair, bringing my head so close to his cock my lips are almost touching it. I look up, begging for the release both of us need so desperately.
"Lick," he orders me, and I do as I'm told, my tongue licking the metallic silver ball first, then touching his tip, giving it a taste.
I mumble something incoherent and he groans, making my head stay in place as I get a proper taste. I lick the sensitive underside, his cock throbbing under my lips, begging me to take all of it in my mouth.
I try to do so, but choke when his cock isn’t even halfway in and Dom curses out loud.
"Don't, Cassidy," he groans. "Don't do it, I won't be able to hold back."
He pulls me up, half by my hair, half by my arms, wrapping me up in his strong arms, his throbbing cock pressing against my belly.
He kisses me deep and hard, prolonging what we both know is about to happen.
"You sure?" he asks, even though I'm sure neither of us could stop now. I nod and he moans, lowering me to the sand and positioning me on my back. His hands are traveling all over my body and we're both breathing heavily.
He grabs his jeans, taking from the back pocket a small packet and ripping it. I realize it's a condom, and my heart starts to pound as he rolls it on his thickness.
Dom grins at me, his hand slipping between my legs and finding me soaked.
He has his cock positioned at my entrance, and I realize I have to come clean.
"Wait!" I say in a small voice, and he looks down at me with lust-filled eyes. "Dom, I…"
"I'll stop," he says, his voice shaky. "I'll stop if you want me to."
"Don't," I shake my head vehemently. "But, I…"
I stare at him, my eyes dancing over his features as I think of the best way to deliver this news. "Truth," I choose, and he gives me a confused look.
"I'm a virgin," I spit out, looking away.
He reaches out for me, his hand gripping my throat lightly, making me look at him. "You sure you want this?" he asks once again, and I nod. I've never been so sure of anything in my life.
"Well then," Dom groans, licking his hand and making me even wetter when he fists his cock. "How about we make some memories?"
I arch my back to be closer to him, desperately needing that beautiful cock inside me. He plunges inside in one long, swift motion as I gasp.
"You're not a virgin anymore, darlin’," he says hoarsely, filling me up. I stare at the night above us, my eyes wide with shock. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good.
"More," I beg Dom, and he pulls out his whole length, then plunges inside me again as I gasp. The feeling is something I'm getting addicted to by the second stroke, my body shaking with the need for more.
I keep repeating his name as he pumps inside me, one hand holding the small of my back, the other braced on my side. He curses out loud as he fucks me, and I'm seeing stars – not just the ones in the night sky.