Page 157 of Hot Mess
But I had some game…
I tore off his T-shirt—and got an eyeful of his bare upper body for the first time. My breath caught.
Oh. Lord.
I’d seen his body in photos. Seen him onstage at concerts with his shirt off, all sweaty and cut and inked. And that was awesome all on its own, but it wasn’tthis.
Why the hell was this the first time I was seeing him with his shirt off?
Because you’re a stupid, stupid woman.
I choked a little and he resumed kissing me. “You’re… such a… unicorn…” I gushed between kisses as I started unbuttoning his jeans and he fumbled with my shirt.
“What?” he looked down at himself, as if searching for the unicorn tattoo he’d forgotten he had. There was a giant one of a mythic phoenix and flames all down his left side, and there was the mermaid on his arm. But no unicorn in sight.
Other than, you know,him.
“Nothing,” I said, kissing him again as he tried to work my shirt up. It kinda got stuck under my armpits. “There’s a little button… at the back of the neck,” I told him. He growled and attacked said button, then ripped the whole thing up over my head as I unzipped his jeans.
I pushed my hand inside as we kissed. His long, hard dick slid right into my hand…hot, smooth. He wasn’t wearing underwear.Christ, that was sexy. I gripped him, squeezing slowly… and he groaned.
God, I wanted him.
My pussy was throbbing like crazy.
I took a breath, just trying to calm down. Pace myself. I was getting shaky as the lust took over.
He made me absolutelydrunkwith lust.
As he went at my bra, I smoothed my hand up and over the head of his cock… and one of my rings caught on something.
Which was when I remembered that thing I’d read about his dick online.
Pierced.
I yanked my hand back on instinct—totally wrong move. My ring had snagged on the stud in the underside of his head, and now I’d just yanked on it.
Ashley gasped in pain.
“Sorry,” I gushed, and I managed to unhook the ring.
But then it got worse.
So much worse.
In my panicked attempt to let go, I’d started pulling his zipper backupwith the other hand—and caught his dick in the metal teeth. Right on the underside of his shaft—
He made that terrible silent sound that guys made when they got kicked in the balls. Then he did a groan-scream thing through clenched teeth and doubled over.
I let go and backed away, throwing my hands in the air. “Ohmygod I’m so sorry are you okay?!”
He was still doubled over, kind of, obviously trying to catch his breath or overcome the pain…
“Shit,” he hissed. “That stings.”
I covered my mouth with my hands. “Oh my God.”
Did I justcuthim?
