Officially Over It - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,30

while she tried.

So instead, I stood up and slowly started to work my belt open, followed by the button of my jeans.

She watched me work, her eyes everywhere at once, trying to watch the play of muscles in my arms as I unzipped. Then they were at the gap in my pants as the zipper came to a stop at the bottom.

Finally, she watched my eyes as I slowly started to push them down my thighs.

I sat down on the bed and kicked my boots off one by one, then bent forward and yanked my socks and jeans off with rough tugs.

“Most people don’t have abs when they sit down,” she grumbled as she stared.

She was staring at my cock that was well defined through my red boxer briefs.

It’d escaped the confines of the sack of my underwear and was wildly trailing off to the left side down my leg.

Her eyes were narrowed on the spot that I knew she’d wanted to see since I’d gotten it done.

That day that I’d gotten my tattoo?

I’d also gotten a piercing.

She’d teased me mercilessly about what a pussy I was throughout the whole ordeal—okay, so I hated fucking needles. So what?

By the end, I’d been so pissed off at her jabs that I’d decided to go ahead and get my cock pierced while I was there.

She’d sat in the room with me while I’d gotten the apadravya. The moment that the needle had passed through the glans of my penis, I’d nearly passed out.

It was only through sheer force of will that I refused to give Reggie the satisfaction.

She’d watched my face, horror written all over it, as I’d gone through with it.

When I’d taunted her to look at it, she’d refused.

Which led us to now, years later, as she stared at my cock through the silky material of my underwear and imagined what it would look like.

“Go ahead,” I teased her. “Pull my underwear down and look.”

I didn’t think that she would do it, but when she marched over to me, determination in her step, I realized that she had more gumption than I gave her credit for.

“You don’t think I will?” she challenged.

The grin that turned up the corner of my lips had her narrowing her eyes.

I stood up straighter and gestured. “I think you won’t.”

Her nails scraped my skin as she reached forward and curled her fingers around the waistband of my underwear.

My dick hardened even further, which was almost laughable because I was already really fucking hard before.

Keeping her eyes on mine, she slowly started to tug the waistband of my underwear down, one slow inch at a time.

My dick didn’t work with her at all, though.

At one point the waistband got stuck at the base of my cock and she was forced to look down.

A groan of surprise left her lips as she stared at it.

Staring at her face, I said, “Hurry up and take them off or I will.”

Just like her, I was impatient.

Her show of frustration earlier only solidified the fact that we needed to do this.

I needed her.

She needed me.

And nothing would get accomplished if we didn’t get down to business.

With my challenge in my eyes, she all but ripped my underwear down over my cock.

I groaned when my cock was finally free of its confines, and laughed when it slapped her stomach.

She gasped, eyes wide, as she stared at my cock.

“You don’t have it anymore!” she cried out.

She grasped my cock, lifting it and bending down so that she was face to face with it, inspecting where the hole of my piercing had once been.

“I took it out,” I admitted. “The day that I got it. It got caught in my shorts for baseball practice and I almost had an ‘oh my god’ scenario of it ripping out during the middle of a game. I know it was stupid, I had pants that covered it, but yeah. It came out. Hole grew over. I only have a tiny scar now to show where it once was.”

But teasing her relentlessly with the prospect of a piercing was the highlight of my life.

“I can’t believe you would tease me about it all this time,” she whined.

I couldn’t focus anymore, however.

Not with her mouth that close to my cock.

She leaned forward and placed a kiss right over the tiny scar, causing my penis to jerk in surprise.

“I want to suck on that later,” she said.

Then, before I could prepare, she launched herself at me.

I had no other