Jake shoved me against the bedroom wall the second we got home, his hands already yanking my shirt up and over my head. "Tits out," he growled, and I didn't hesitate. My bra came off next, and his mouth latched onto my right nipple without warning. He sucked hard, pulling the stiff peak between his teeth, and I gasped at the sharp pull that shot straight to my cunt.
"Fuck, these nipples are so sensitive tonight," he muttered against my skin, switching to the left one. His tongue flicked fast and rough, then he bit down just enough to make me moan. I felt my pussy clench empty, already wet from how direct he was being. No teasing buildup, just straight to work on my nipples like they were the main event.
He pushed me onto the bed and climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. The other went straight back to my chest. He pinched both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them hard, twisting until I arched up off the mattress. "Look at these fucking things," he said, voice low and filthy. "Hard as rocks. You love when I work them like this, don't you?"
"Yes," I breathed. "Don't stop."
He didn't. Instead he grabbed the bottle of oil from the nightstand and drizzled it over my tits. His fingers slid easily now, slick and relentless as he pinched and tugged each nipple in turn. He pulled them out, stretching the skin, then let them snap back before doing it again. Every tug sent sparks down my belly. My clit throbbed untouched, but I knew better than to touch it yet. This was nipple play night, and Jake was in charge.
He leaned down and sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks while his fingers kept working the other. The wet heat combined with the pinching made my hips buck. I could feel my juices soaking through my panties. Jake noticed and smirked around my tit. "Soaked already and I haven't even touched your cunt. Pathetic."
He switched sides, biting harder this time, then soothed it with broad licks. My nipples were swollen and shiny, every nerve screaming. He reached for the clamps next, the ones with the little chains. He opened one and let it close slowly over my right nipple, tightening until I hissed. The pressure was perfect, constant and mean. He did the left one the same way, then gave the chain a light tug. The pull on both nipples at once made me cry out.
"Spread your legs," he ordered. I did, and he slid two fingers through my folds without pushing inside. "Dripping. Good girl. Keep those nipples clamped while I play with them more."
He flicked the clamps, making them swing and tug. Then he added his mouth again, licking around the metal edges, sucking what little flesh he could. The mix of sharp clamp and warm tongue was driving me insane. I was panting, begging without words. He tugged the chain harder, lifting my tits by the nipples, and I almost came right there from the sensation alone.
"Turn over," he said, flipping me onto my stomach. He pulled my arms behind my back and attached the chain to a soft cuff on my wrists, so every movement pulled my nipples. Then he straddled my thighs and went back to work. His fingers found my nipples from underneath, pinching and rolling the clamped buds while his cock pressed against my ass through his jeans. I could feel how hard he was, but he wasn't rushing to fuck me. This was all about my nipples.
He added a vibrator to the mix, pressing the buzzing head against one clamped nipple while he sucked the other. The vibration traveled through the metal straight into the sensitive tip. I was shaking, close to the edge, when he pulled everything away. "Not yet," he said. "I want these nipples red and sore first."
He removed the clamps and immediately replaced them with his fingers, pinching and twisting the tender flesh. The blood rushing back made them even more sensitive. He sucked and bit again, leaving marks, then added ice cubes from the glass on the table. The cold shock on overheated nipples made me scream into the pillow. He rubbed the ice in circles, then sucked the melting water off, alternating heat and cold until I was babbling.
Finally he flipped me back and shoved two fingers inside my cunt while his mouth stayed locked on my nipples. He sucked hard, three fingers now pumping me, and I came with a shout, my nipples trapped between his teeth. The orgasm ripped through me, but he didn't stop. He kept sucking and fucking me with his hand until I came again, nipples aching, body jerking.
When he finally pulled off, my nipples were puffy, dark, and throbbing. He freed my wrists, rubbed them gently, then kissed each sore nipple softly. "Good girl," he said. "Next round in ten minutes."
I lay there catching my breath, already craving his mouth back on them. The night was just starting, and my nipples were the center of everything.
