It all started when Andy got her nipples pierced. She came back late one night and didn’t explain where she had been, but a few weeks later she was wearing a tight tank top and Booker could see the tell-tale outline of the piercings underneath it, and, well. Fuck. He had to quickly excuse himself from the kitchen to go jerk off, the thought of getting one of those piercings between his lips sending him over the edge in record time.
He clearly hadn’t been very discreet about it, because Andy cornered him the next night while all the others were out. It wasn’t the first time they had slept together, though it had been a while, and he had never let slip just how much he loved her breasts.
“You want to see?” She asked nonchalantly, and he nodded frantically. She didn’t bother taking her top all the way off, just pushed it down to bare her breasts to him, and he was all the way hard, just like that. “You can touch me,” she told him. “They’re healed, it’s fine,” and he wanted to so badly but he was almost frozen, he couldn’t decide what he was craving first. He rubbed his face between them at first, Andy hissing as his beard scraped against her skin, and then he started kissing along the curve of one of her breasts, his hands cupping the other worshipfully.
He took his time, as if he was trying to cover every inch of her breast with love, before he finally took her nipple between his lips, tongue swirling around the piercing, and she groaned, her hands twining in his hair to keep him there. “Mm, Book, that feels good,” she praised, eyes hooded as she watched him suckling at her. “More sensitive—ah! Do that again!—with the piercing.”
Booker was almost overwhelmed, felt like he could stay here forever latched onto her breast. The little gasps and whimpers she let slip as she luxuriated in the warm suction around her nipple were threatening to drive him insane. “Wish you could drink from me, your mouth feels so so good on me,” she said idly, and his cock twitched violently, because oh how he wanted that too, how he would enjoy lapping up little beads of milk, how he would enjoy suckling her until she was empty.
He pulled off reluctantly, only so that he could lavish her with the tender words she deserved. “I would be a happy man if I spent all our eternal lives buried between your beautiful breasts,” he confessed, and she gave him a fond smile. “I didn’t know you liked them so much, Sébastien, you’ve been holding out on me,” she teased.
He turned his attention to the breast he had been neglecting, trailing his fingers over the skin, mapping out the sensitive spots. There was a place on the side, just next to her ribs, that made her jerk when he stroked over it, and he did it again and again, fascinated.
She had started to squirm, a clear sign that she was becoming aroused as he worshipped her, and he wasn’t surprised when she unbuttoned her pants, slipping them and her panties down. “Booker, please,” she asked, and he had never been able to say no to her. He rubbed at her nipple once with the pad of his thumb, drawing a gasp from her as she felt his calloused finger gently abrading her, and then he trailed his hand down to slide two fingers into her.
He could still worship her with his mouth, and he rubbed his face against her breast again, nuzzling it happily before teasing the piercing with his tongue. She actually shouted when he tugged at it gently, grinding down against his fingers. “Fuck, Booker, you have no idea how that feels, holy hell.” He could tell that she liked this just as much as he did, because once his lips sealed around her nipple again and his thumb started tracing slow circles around her clit, it didn’t take her long at all to come, shuddering against him.
He felt as if he was about to spill untouched himself, was about to just reach down and stroke himself off quickly while he still had his lips on her breast, when she got a devious look in her eye. “You can fuck me here, if you want,” she offered, pressing her breasts together to give him a tight channel to find his pleasure in, and he gaped at her in absolute awe before he scrambled to get his clothes off and line himself up.
He wished he could draw this out, but the feeling of her warm skin against his throbbing length and the sight of his cock peeking between her breasts was too much, and he only managed a few thrusts before he was spilling against her chest.
“Holy shit,” he gasped out as he moved to lay next to her, panting. “We definitely have to do that again,” she said with a smile, leaning in to kiss him softly once before she went to clean up.
Fill: Booker/Andy, breast worship
It all started when Andy got her nipples pierced. She came back late one night and didn’t explain where she had been, but a few weeks later she was wearing a tight tank top and Booker could see the tell-tale outline of the piercings underneath it, and, well. Fuck. He had to quickly excuse himself from the kitchen to go jerk off, the thought of getting one of those piercings between his lips sending him over the edge in record time.
He clearly hadn’t been very discreet about it, because Andy cornered him the next night while all the others were out. It wasn’t the first time they had slept together, though it had been a while, and he had never let slip just how much he loved her breasts.
“You want to see?” She asked nonchalantly, and he nodded frantically. She didn’t bother taking her top all the way off, just pushed it down to bare her breasts to him, and he was all the way hard, just like that. “You can touch me,” she told him. “They’re healed, it’s fine,” and he wanted to so badly but he was almost frozen, he couldn’t decide what he was craving first. He rubbed his face between them at first, Andy hissing as his beard scraped against her skin, and then he started kissing along the curve of one of her breasts, his hands cupping the other worshipfully.
He took his time, as if he was trying to cover every inch of her breast with love, before he finally took her nipple between his lips, tongue swirling around the piercing, and she groaned, her hands twining in his hair to keep him there. “Mm, Book, that feels good,” she praised, eyes hooded as she watched him suckling at her. “More sensitive—ah! Do that again!—with the piercing.”
Booker was almost overwhelmed, felt like he could stay here forever latched onto her breast. The little gasps and whimpers she let slip as she luxuriated in the warm suction around her nipple were threatening to drive him insane. “Wish you could drink from me, your mouth feels so so good on me,” she said idly, and his cock twitched violently, because oh how he wanted that too, how he would enjoy lapping up little beads of milk, how he would enjoy suckling her until she was empty.
He pulled off reluctantly, only so that he could lavish her with the tender words she deserved. “I would be a happy man if I spent all our eternal lives buried between your beautiful breasts,” he confessed, and she gave him a fond smile. “I didn’t know you liked them so much, Sébastien, you’ve been holding out on me,” she teased.
He turned his attention to the breast he had been neglecting, trailing his fingers over the skin, mapping out the sensitive spots. There was a place on the side, just next to her ribs, that made her jerk when he stroked over it, and he did it again and again, fascinated.
She had started to squirm, a clear sign that she was becoming aroused as he worshipped her, and he wasn’t surprised when she unbuttoned her pants, slipping them and her panties down. “Booker, please,” she asked, and he had never been able to say no to her. He rubbed at her nipple once with the pad of his thumb, drawing a gasp from her as she felt his calloused finger gently abrading her, and then he trailed his hand down to slide two fingers into her.
He could still worship her with his mouth, and he rubbed his face against her breast again, nuzzling it happily before teasing the piercing with his tongue. She actually shouted when he tugged at it gently, grinding down against his fingers. “Fuck, Booker, you have no idea how that feels, holy hell.” He could tell that she liked this just as much as he did, because once his lips sealed around her nipple again and his thumb started tracing slow circles around her clit, it didn’t take her long at all to come, shuddering against him.
He felt as if he was about to spill untouched himself, was about to just reach down and stroke himself off quickly while he still had his lips on her breast, when she got a devious look in her eye. “You can fuck me here, if you want,” she offered, pressing her breasts together to give him a tight channel to find his pleasure in, and he gaped at her in absolute awe before he scrambled to get his clothes off and line himself up.
He wished he could draw this out, but the feeling of her warm skin against his throbbing length and the sight of his cock peeking between her breasts was too much, and he only managed a few thrusts before he was spilling against her chest.
“Holy shit,” he gasped out as he moved to lay next to her, panting. “We definitely have to do that again,” she said with a smile, leaning in to kiss him softly once before she went to clean up.