It only takes seconds for me to be naked again, but this time he joins me. I watch him remove his shirt in awe. His body is unreal. I study each of the abs on his eight-pack, because a six-pack would’ve been too basic for Kai, as if I’m waiting for each one to tell me its life story. He slides his sweatpants down his legs, but when he pulls his briefs down to join them, I audibly gasp.

Holy fucking shit, he is pierced down there. I’m so captivated by the barbell extending through the head of his dick, I can’t even speak.

“You like what you see?”

“How long have you had that?”

“My dick? All my life. You should remember it well.”

There he goes bursting the bubble of my lust. “No, smartass. The piercing.”

He looks down at it with a smirk. “A few years.”

“And who’d you get it for?” I know I have no right to ask and my testiness is irrational, but my curiosity just won’t die. It’s not lost on me that an apadravya piercing is commonly known to be a sexual benefit for a partner. Who the fuck did he get it for?

He chuckles as if he can read my thoughts. “I got it because I wanted it. It was an impulse decision.”

“An impulse decision?” Kai is a go with the flow kind of guy, but he doesn’t really do impulse decisions. What looks to us like he’s just doing whatever he wants whenever he wants is actually meticulous planning on his part. He thinks everything through.

“Yep. I just woke up one day and decided I wanted one. That’s it. Now, would you like to argue with me some more or would you like me to fuck you now?”

His words make my core hot. I’m still recovering from the three orgasms he drew out of me in his office, but I need to feel him inside me now.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He reaches down to pump his shaft from base to tip twice, the thick head glistening with pre-cum. “You want me to fuck you, what?”

Oh my God. “I want you to fuck me, please. Please, sir.”

“Sir, huh? I like that. Come here.” He motions for me to shuffle to the edge of the bed.