Page 16 of Scars of the Sun
Suddenly, cool air kissed my lips instead of his hot ones, and my eyes cracked open at the vicious words in a tone I didn’t recognize. “Don’t make me tell you again. Get the fuck out.” He wasn’t yelling, but the way his lips pulled back in rage made me gasp.
Not in fear, though. A whimper escaped my lips, and his cock twitched in my hand. Río’s head remained turned toward the door until I heard a sharp slam, sealing us in the room once more.
When he turned back to me, he blinked a few times, and his expression softened to the drunken lust it’d been before.
He tilted my face to the side, and I gave a high-pitched moan when he dragged the flat of his tongue from the corner of my jaw up to my hairline. My fist started jerking up and down on his cock, and he rewarded me with another swipe against my cheek. The hard press of his tongue piercing amidst the wet softness of his flesh made me squirm, trying to find friction to relieve the want in my body.
Río nipped at my earlobe, hard.
I cried out, and my left hand shot to my lap. I parted my knees while he soothed the throbbing pain of his bite by giving small, tender licks.
“You’re gonna touch that pretty little pussy while you finish sucking my cock, Princess.” Another lick, and I gasped at the sweet pressure of my fingers against my clit. I didn’t even bother pulling the soaked fabric of my underwear to the side, just moved my fingers fast and released another long, high-pitched whine. “And then you’re gonna swallow every bit of cum that I give you and let me hear you scream whileyoucome. Got it?”
It was hard to keep my eyes open at this point, let alone say anything coherent, so I just stuttered a nod while my hips and fingers moved frantically. Río gave me a quick kiss on my cheek before guiding my head back to his cock. He didn’t even really need to apply any pressure, because I licked my lips and sank down readily.
I still wasn’t able to take all of him, my throat spasming and gagging when he got too far, but I didn’t have time to get embarrassed about it or wonder if I was doing the wrong thing. Each time it happened, he groaned, let me pull back to breathe, and then nudged my head back down after a moment or two.
His body tensed beneath me, and my fingers were circling fast and hard to chase my own release. Muffled moans went from my lungs to vibrate against his cock splitting open my throat, and then back out of his mouth as rough groans.
Before I could reach the height of my orgasm—it stayed just out of my grasp—he gave a breathy grunt, “Gonna come.” I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, and was rewarded by a sustained growl and the heady sensation of cum shooting down my throat, straight into my stomach. I focused on swallowing, taking all the salty bitterness, but there was way more of it than I’d anticipated. I pulled back, choking a little, and some of hiscum spilled out of the corners of my lips and started down my chin.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight.” Río’s tongue caught the lines of his jizz trailing down my face and fed them back to me. My tongue swirled around his, taking the slightly salty cum and swallowing it down like he’d wanted.
Once my face was cleaned, and my lips were thoroughly swollen from his rough kisses, he whispered over my mouth, “Need some help, Princess?”
My eyes opened, staring at his sharp face cloaked in darkness. A sliver of yellow light slanted across his brow, down his nose to his jaw, and it was enough for me to take in the shadows dipping across his cheekbones and flowing over his lips.
His forehead rested on mine, and a gentle pass of his palm down my front made me shiver. He lapped at the tip of my nose a few times, and my mouth dropped open as the back of his hand moved under my skirt and between my thighs. I wished I could see his tattooed skin against mine, but that fantasy was quickly erased when he slipped behind the waistband of my panties and found my clit with quick accuracy.
I found myself clinging to his shoulders, nails digging through his t-shirt while I pretty much humped his hand like an animal. He dipped his fingers inside of me to wet them and alternated between circling and gently pinching in a way that made me feel like I might fly so high that I’d float away.
“Nnggh,” the noises I made didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t hold them back. I’d probably be embarrassed tomorrow, or even immediately after this was over, but it felt so, so good now. I’d never felt someone’s fingers besides my own, never tasted someone besides myself, and I simultaneously wanted the pleasure to fucking break already and for it to never end. To always be this.
Río didn’t bark orders, but he instead groaned assuring words over me. While my eyelids were clenched closed, I could feel his black eyes glued to me still. “That’s it, Princess.” And, “Relax, and let me feel you come all over my fingers,” filtered through my awareness as I finally crested that hill.
My face pinched, and I cried out, scrabbling my grip on his shoulders, and hips moving back and forth to draw out the pressure of his fingers. My own got tangled in the long silkiness of his hair, but he didn’t seem to care about that, either. As I fell, he kissed and licked his way down to my neck. “Fucking beautiful,” he spoke into my skin, and my chest heaved as I tried to get a hold on my breathing.
N-number Twelve.
His shoulders, corded with a surprising amount of lean muscle, were my anchors as I floated back down. Río didn’t pull back from giving wet kisses to my throat until I’d gotten my body under more control.
When he did, I heard fabric shuffling and the metalliczsstof a zipper before I was lifted into the air. My mind was still a bit mushy, and my limbs twitched with aftershocks.
Río settled me into his lap and tucked my head beneath his chin, and post-orgasm, the gesture made me feel a weird mixture of comfort and cornered. Was I so pathetic that he felt that he had to do this? Did he feel bad for me or something?
I started to move off of him, but his arms just tightened around me. “You’re not going anywhere.” He pulled back and looked down at me. His hair brushed against the side of my face, some of the strands tangling with mine. Río flicked his thumb on my bottom lip, and the pop of it slapping back against my teeth made him chuckle. “You’re going to sit here with me, and then I’m going to take you home.”
His commands had been loosening my defensiveness, but the last directive made me still all over again. We’d gotten offtogether, but that was maybe pushing it a bit too far. At least more than my now fuzzily sober mind could handle. Before I could protest, though, he smirked and flicked my lip again. “Not to mine, Princess. Do you need a ride or do you have friends here to take you home?”
I blinked a few times, letting his words sink in, and whispered, “Uh.” My voice was raspy, and I cleared my throat like a nervous loser, but his smirk still stayed in place. “Um, a ride would be nice.”
“Cool. We’ll go in a minute.” He gave me a final peck and relaxed us both back in the armchair. I leaned into the hollow of his throat and closed my eyes.
He circled the curve of my bare knee while another finger ran up and down my full sleeve. “You ever ridden on a motorcycle before?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
RAMONA