Then he brings his finger to his mouth, licking the blood away. I stand there frozen, eyes glued on him. It’s entirely too sensual watching his tongue ring come out to play and the way his blood glides across his lip, making it a pretty shade of red. He closes his eyes again, like he’s enjoying himself, and I feel the zing of lust shoot straight to my dick. What the actual fuck? “Mmm,” he moans, his eyes opening to refocus on me. “I love that shit.”
