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She was so pretty—Penelope, he thought as he sat across from her in the booth at the closest pub to his flat.
She traveled for her job as a travel influencer. He followed her vlogs and content religiously. He even had a designated sound on his phone that let him know when she updated any of her platforms.
He had had the biggest, massive crush on her since he was a young lad.
Though she never seemed to notice.
Never saw him, not like how he saw her.
He sat back in the shadows and watched her. Watched as she dated his cousin George and got cheated on by him.
He would never admit it to anyone, but he had punched his cousin in the mouth for that one. No one hurts his Penelope and got away with it. Not that he wasn't secretly pleased when they broke up. But he shouldn’t have hurt her, not like that.
They had even been engaged, and George had the gall to not only cheat on Penelope but also get the other girl pregnant. It had been an awful situation, and he knew it was still pretty raw for Penelope, even if it had been well over six months since.
Eloise jumped up from the booth, claiming to get another round, leaving just the two of them in the booth, alone.
It was silent for a beat; they could hear laughter and the clinking of glasses around them.
“Colin, can I tell you a secret?” she said suddenly, and he took in her pink cheeks and glassy eyes. Fuck, what kind of secret?
His heart was hammering in his chest in anticipation.
Could it be the same secret? He nodded his head lightly, his fingers picking anxiously at the wrapper around his beer bottle.
“I got my nipples pierced a few months ago,” she said abruptly, causing all the wind to be expelled from his lungs. Huh? That was the last thing he was expecting to leave her lips.
“I didn’t do it for, like, him, or anything...” She waved her hand causally, but Colin’s eyes were suddenly glued to her chest, trying to spy the shape of the piercings through her shirt.
“I did it for me, I thought it would be fun,” she said, shrugged, and then his eyes slid up to meet hers for the first time since she randomly decided to tell him the most life-altering secret.
His cock was hard, and he licked his lips, trying to regain control of himself.
“Tell me a secret now,” she challenged, and he watched as her pink little mouth pulled up into a smirk.
That little minx.
She was always teasing and flirting with him. He knew it didn’t mean anything, that she was that way with everyone. But still, it was so hard for his heart to calm down, the little flip in his stomach.
“Oh—um…” he said nervously, feeling put on the spot.
“Come, Col, I know you must have some secret,” she teased as his cheeks pinked.
“Are you certain you want to hear a secret?” he asked, and she nodded rapidly, sitting up in her seat, eyes wild.
“Okay, well, since we are on the subject of piercings, I also have one,” he said slowly, and her eyes widened, and he watched as they glanced at his ears first. When she didn’t see anything, they dropped to his chest. He bit his lips and rubbed his neck awkwardly, shaking his head.
“Nope, not there,” he said and watched as her eyes trailed a path down his body, before being blocked by the table of the booth.
“Where?” she demanded, and he could see she was breathless now, her eyes taking on a shinier look.
“Well…” he trailed off.
It wasn’t something well-known, why would it be? When Colin was in uni, he did a lot of stupid things. Like, get peer pressured into getting his cock pierced.
He was slightly drunk, as they all laughed and joked at the tattoo parlor. Most were getting a tattoo, but Colin felt like that was much too permanent; he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. One of his mates then brought up piercings, how that wasn’t permanent, and that he could take it out whenever he wanted.
He had thought about his nipples, but then everyone would be able to see and know he had them. So in a drunken stupor, he had decided to Hell with it, and got his cock pierced. At this time, his mind hadn’t even thought about his ears, or even his eyebrow or lip. He had gone straight to his cock, like a bloody idiot.
There were apparently many different ways to pierce a cock, but he decided to go with the Apadravya, which was straight through the head. But it wasn’t through his tip, he had been pretty adamant that he didn’t want that. So the ball of the ring rested just under the tip and went through to the other side.
He could have taken it out years ago, but honestly, he ended up liking it. After it healed up, of course.
“Your cock?” Her eyes were wild, feral really, as she spoke the words loudly. He ducked his head, his eyes looking around rapidly.
“Sorry,” she murmured, realizing how loud she was being.
“Yes, Pen, you don’t hold the golden ticket to body piercings, I’ve had my cock piercied for ages, honestly,” he said, a little tight-lipped. He didn’t like how shocked she was, like he, Colin Bridgerton, couldn’t have such a scandalous secret.
She opened her mouth, about to say something else, when Eloise chose that moment to come back with a pitcher and some glasses.
“Seemed cheaper,” she commented as she started filling the glasses with the amber liquid inside. Colin looked shyly at Penelope, who was looking at him in wonder. He could see her simmering with curiosity, but with his sister here, he knew that the subject would be squashed.
He thought they would be done with it; it would end there, but of course not. Things were never that easy for him, where they?
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Several days later, Penelope could not get Colin Bridgerton’s cock out of her head.
What kind of piercing was it? After she was dropped off at her flat (the same one she paid for but was never at), Penelope pulled out her phone and searched up cock piercings. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she pondered which specific one Colin had.
She was wet after that, and couldn’t sleep without rubbing one out to the thought of Colin and his pierced cock.
She had never thought of Colin like this before. He had always been her best friend's older brother. But if she was honest with herself, over the last few years, he had shifted to being her friend as well. Not just Eloise’s older brother.
They kept up a correspondence with each other as she traveled the world. Slowly over time, he had become important to her, and she didn’t know why it took thinking about his cock to finally realize it.
Only, it wasn’t just because of his cock, and its piercing (even if that was a plus), it was several other things as well. He seemed to be able to read her like a book and could cheer her up on a dime. He was constantly checking on her and sending her things. Doting on her in a way no one ever had before. It was like he saw her.
Then she started thinking about other little signs she had missed. Like when she would flush sometimes, when they would FaceTime. When he had bedhead, a sleepy smile on his face. She had secretly screenshotted it and looked at it when she was feeling homesick. She had never been willing to unpack that weirdness. But it must have meant something, right?
When had he wormed his way into her life, and her heart?
So, three days after the piercing incident, she couldn’t take it anymore. All she could think about was him. She was leaving soon, and she couldn’t leave feeling like this. So raw, so open. So untethered.
So she took The Tube to his flat, knocking on the door, feeling only slightly mortified.
“Pen,” he said, clearly surprised to see her. It annoyed her slightly that he looked perfectly normal. Meanwhile, she had spent the better part of three days crashing out about him.
“What’s up?” he asked after a beat, and she sighed before stepping past him into his flat. He allowed her to, not saying a word as he shut the door with a snap behind them.
“Something wrong?” he asked hesitantly, and she turned around to face him. His hair was a mess, and his glasses were on. He didn’t normally wear them, and it was clear he hadn’t been expecting company.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong!” she asked, feeling anger coursing up her back. Why was she all out of sorts, and he was cool as a cucumber? It wasn’t fair.
“What's wrong is you have me all twisted inside out, and you are just here, living your best life!” she accused, and he furrowed his brows in confusion.
“Wait, is this about my cock piercing?” he asked, his cheeks flushing and her cunt fucking throbbing as the words left his lips.
“Yes, no, maybe?” she said, exasperated.
“It’s not just that, it’s…” she trailed off for a moment, feeling vulnerable. She had always kept her feelings locked up deep inside. The one time she let them out, she had been hurt badly. Could she go through that again?
“It’s what, Pen?” he asked at her hesitation.
“It’s you, Colin, everything about you,” deciding to be brave for once.
She watched him take a thick swallow before running his hand through his hair.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, about how kind you are. How much you take care of me, even when I am so far away. How you read me like a book, I-I’ve never been cared for like that before,” she said softly, and she could see his hands shaking.
“Pen,” he breathed out as she waited for him to say something else.
“If this is too much for you, I can leave,” she declared a moment later, about to head to the door in embarrassment, when he stopped her.
“No, wait, I am sorry,” he said, his hand hovering near her, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
“All I do is think about you, Pen, for years. You're always on my mind. If you are well, if you need something. I would do anything for you,” he said, almost defeated, and she felt like she had been punched in the guts.
He thought about her for years? How had she been so blind?
He had been right in front of her all along. Why had it taken talking about his cock for her to finally notice?
“I am sorry I am so fucking dense,” she said with a light laugh, and he shook his head.
“No, I am sorry, I could never find the courage to tell you the truth,” he spat out quickly, stepping closer to her.
“You only just realized your feelings for me, and couldn’t keep them inside for more than a few days. I’ve been sitting on this for ages like a coward.”
Penelope pursed her lips. “Hey, don’t talk like that about yourself,” as she also stepped closer to him, while his hand came out to cup her cheek.
“No more waiting, I am here now,” she whispered, and his mouth came down onto hers. Kissing her so passionately, she thought she would faint. Her hands came to clutch the white T-shirt he was wearing, holding on for dear life.
“Wow,” he whispered when he pulled away, making her giggle.
“We could have been doing that for years,” he commented, resting his forehead on hers. She just blinked up at him, shaking her head.
“No, Colin, this was the exact moment we were meant to find each other. I am sorry I made you wait so long to become the person you deserved,” she said, and he choked as she pulled him down for another kiss.
While he was distracted by her lips, she was able to guide him towards his living room and force him to sit on his couch. She staddled him, pulling his mouth in for more kisses.
His hands rubbed up and down her sides, sending goosebumps down her arms. He would ghost near the underside of her breasts, but wouldn’t take it further. She whined into his mouth, and he pulled back, looking at her.
“Do you really have your nipples pierced?” he asked, and she nodded, eyes hooded.
“Can I see?” His voice was choked as she pulled her shirt over her head, letting it flutter to the floor. His hands came around her back, helping her unclip her bra, before it to landed on the floor.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his hands coming up to cup under her breasts, his eyes flicking back and forth between each breast. Admiring the piercings before looking at her.
“Are they healed? Can I touch them?” he asked, and she shivered in his arms.
Nipple piercings took ages to heal, roughly between six to twelve months. It had been coming up on six months now, but she was still hesitant. This was the first time she was ever showing them to anyone, allowing someone to touch them.
“Almost, I think gentle play is alright, as long as we take care of them after.”
He nodded quickly, before one of his hands came up and twisted the ball on one side, causing her to gasp. Abruptly, he leaned forward and started licking one of her nipples, causing her hands to get tangled in his hair.
“Fuck.” She started rocking on his lap. She hadn’t been with anyone since she had gotten them done, and she wasn’t prepared for how good it would feel for them to be played with.
He went carefully, back and forth between both nipples. Pulling the nipple and ring into his mouth and tugging gently, before going over to the other one and doing the same thing. She was a wiggling mess on his hips when suddenly her cunt started pulsing, her back arching in his arms.
She gasped; she had never come from just nipple play before. He pulled back from her, his arms still wrapped around her back as he looked at her.
“Did you just…” he trailed off, and she nodded, almost embarrassed.
“Fuck, that's so hot,” he groaned out, and she giggled in relief that he didn’t think it was weird, before squirming off his lap.
“Okay, mister, there is another piercing that needs to be seen,” she demanded, and he seemed shy once more, as she settled between his parted thighs.
“Please?” she asked softly, but if he wasn’t ready, she wasn’t going to push him.
“Alright,” he said softly, his hands coming to work on the button of his jeans. He slid them down his thick thighs, and her mouth watered as she took in his hairy thighs. They looked thick and strong, and she wanted nothing more than for him to squeeze her head with them, once his cock was in her mouth, of course.
When his cock bobbed free of his briefs, she gasped.
He was so thick and long, and the piercing looked absolutely perfect sitting nestled on his cock head, just below his tip.
“Fuck, Colin,” she choked out, locking eyes with him.
“Can I?” she asked hesitantly, her body already moving closer.
“Uh, yeah, I got this ages ago, it's been healed for a long time,” he said as she dipped her mouth and licked across his cock head, her tongue grazing one of the balls of the rings.
“I knew this was the kind of piercing you had,” she added, taking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around both balls of the ring. He gasped, his mouth dropping open.
“Yeah?” he asked shakily, his hand coming to her hair.
“Yeah,” she said, popping off the tip. “I looked up cock rings the second you dropped me off that night, it was all I could think about as I played with myself, thinking of you.”
He groaned, his cock twitching in her grip.
“God-fucking-damn, Pen,” he said as she took him by surprise, deep throating his entire length, before popping back to the head to tug at his ring.
“I am obsessed with your cock, baby,” she told him as she kept licking and sucking at the tip, her tongue swirling around the ring.
“It's so fucking hot you have this,” she said, and he groaned as she buried his cock into her mouth again, feeling the head hit the back of her throat.
Over and over she pressed his cock down her throat, before he was tugging her away.
“I am so close, I am gonna cum,” he cried, needy and desperate.
“I want you to, baby, please,” she begged, and his head hit the back of the couch with a groan as she took him down her throat again. Bopping up and down, before circling the tip and his ring again.
She felt him grow harder, thicker as she took more of him. She looked up at him with wide blue eyes, begging for him to unload down her throat.
He cried out, in almost shock as he came, pumping his seed down her throat. She gobbled it all down hungrily.
Taking the time to lick him clean after, taking perfect care of his cock head and its ring. Kissing the head when she was done, a smile on her lips.
“So good to me, baby,” he purred out, when she finally settled back onto his lap.
“Always gonna take care of you, like you take care of me,” she murmured, cuddling into his chest. His arms wrapped around her loosely as she snuggled into him.
“Now, what do you think if I get a clit piercing?” she asked out of the blue, and felt his cock twitch beneath her arse as he groaned.
“Are you trying to bloody kill me?” he asked, aghast as she started laughing.