Page 69 of Breaking Vincent
“Is that what you want, to lay there with my ass sitting on your face? You want to lick and suck on my hole, while receiving no pleasure for yourself?”
“Yes.”
I raise my brows, waiting for him to correct himself.
“Yes, Mi Maestro.”
“Good boy, Vincent.”
A couple of minutes later, my Tesoro is laying on his back with his head fitted inside the box. He looks fucking perfect laying there, a hot pink cage secured around his cock, waiting to serve his master.
I strip off my clothes, making sure to keep my movements loud. Enjoying the way his limbs flinch with every loud noise.
As much as I want to get straight down to business, I want to tease him as much as possible first. I get on my hands and knees next to his body, before leaning down and licking a strip from his toes to his knees. His body jerks under my tongue, his groan is muffled inside the box.
I suck love bites up his calves and on his thighs. His tattoos hide most of his creamy skin, but the bruises show up easily.
Lowering my face beside his cock, I blow a cool breath on the cage. Laughing when it tries to harden, but fails.
After a couple of minutes, I’m satisfied with my teasing, so I stand up and climb onto the box. Just slightly hovering over his face, “You won’t be able to voice your safe word, so snap your fingers for me?”
He snaps his fingers twice and I finally lower my hips over his waiting mouth.
That first swipe of his tongue sends a shock through my body. It's not often I’m the one on the receiving end for such activities, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it.
His tongue is wet and hot as he slurps against my skin, I wrap my hand around my cock, wishing I picked up the bottle of lube from the floor. I guess spit will have to do.
I make sure to voice my pleasure. With Vincent not being able to see me, he needs the extra reassurance that he's making me feel good.
“Jesus, I wish you could feel how amazing this is.” I groan as I slowly begin to rock my hips. “Push your tongue out, harder!”
I hiss as his tongue breaches my hole. Swapping my rocking movement for a soft bounce, trying to have more of him inside of me. We are definitely going to be adding rimming to our schedule. I jerk myself harder, pre-cum mixing with spit makes the glide so much smoother.
I wanted to drag this moment out, but it just feels too good.
“I’m about to cum, Tesoro. Because of you, because of how well you’re treating your Master.” I squeeze myself harder as my balls start to tingle. “Fuck, Vincent…” My words are cut off by the force of my orgasm.
Vincent's hands squeeze against my feet, nails digging into my flesh. The bite of pain prolonging the bliss.
Not allowing myself to ease back down to earth, I stand up on shaky legs and unlatch the box, revealing Vincent's flushed sweaty face.
He has the biggest grin on his lips as I help him sit up. His hair is a mess and his lips and nose are covered in spit.
“That was fucking amazing! We’ve gotta do it again.”
I nod, “You sure? Not too hard to breathe in there?” I ask.
“Fuck breathing, I’d rather inhale you.”
I laugh as I grab the bottle of water and help him drink it down. Sitting down next to him, I wrap my arm around his shoulder, “You did really well Vincent, I’m proud of you.”
The next few weeks pass in an almost dream-like blur, everything is going perfectly between Vincent and I. We’ve been going on dates and hanging out with the guys from the club. My mother and sister have been hounding at me to bring Vincent around for family tea.
So, that's how I’ve ended up sitting in my parents’ kitchen, Watching Vincent laugh with my mum as he helps her prepare tea.
When I first brought up the idea of Vincent coming to meet my parents, he was thrilled with the idea. And now that I’m sitting here watching him, I feel like he belongs here with us. He fits in so well, it's like he's always been here.
My sister slides into the seat next to me, “He's lovely, isn’t he?”