Page 27 of Scars of the Sun
The currents of lust were still running through me, and with the cologne of his warm spice scent twining all around me, I couldn’t keep my hips from rolling against him again. It wasn’t my fault, okay?
He cursed again, flexing his own so that there was more contact between us. He directed my head in for another hard kiss that I moaned embarrassingly into.
But, just as our tongues began swirling around each other in earnest again, Río broke away to pant in my ear. “You keep this shit up, and I’m taking you back to my truck to lay you down and fuck you until you scream.”
The tone of his voice was far from teasing, but it wasn’t flat either. The same word came to mind when I’d asked Sylvie about what she’d do if my brother ever cheated on her.
Vicious.
My body reacted completely differently to this side of Río, the one that’d been directed at Alex when they walked in on us at the party. Now, though, it curled around my neck, threatening and ensuring my safety at the same time. Was it fucked up that it didn’t scare me in the slightest?
No, what made me pause was the thought of having to tell him that it was my first time. That I’d throw a bucket of cold, rank water on both of us by admitting that piece of humiliating truth and make him regret taking up with me all together or think he had to go easy on me.
When he’d looked down at me while I swallowed his dick, reducing this cocky male to a series of writhes and pants, I’dfelt caressed and powerful. Like nothing could touch me while I stayed wrapped up in that bliss.
Río seemed like he’d be the type to not want to take the time. And really, I didn’t blame him. Any sort of fun with me beyond this came with too much baggage. I couldn’t even get naked with him, for god’s sake.
“Where’d you go?” he whispered in my ear while scratching the blunt tips of his fingernails on my scalp. I had a fleeting thought that I wished it was his claws instead.
My own fingers were tangled in his hair, but he didn’t seem to mind. I risked meeting his eyes, finding the black soft, gooier, and not the hard onyx they’d been before. Disappointment and self-loathing made my stomach dip. “Nowhere.”
Río planted a closed-lipped kiss on the side of my mouth before nuzzling against my ear. “You don’t want me to?”
I scrambled at the idea of him pulling away from me completely. “I-I do. Just?—”
“Not right now?” I bit hard into my lower lip and nodded. His face was hard and soft against mine, and his scratching sent a shiver down my back. “That’s fine, Princess.”
“I’m sorry,” I blurted, tears collecting and making my vision go blurry.
Río somehow pulled me even closer, but the urgency of our lust was gone. Because of my stupid hangups. How was letting him fuck me any different from sucking him off? It was all sex.
“Shh. Don’t be. I can get carried away sometimes.”
Somehow, my face had found home in the crook of his neck, and he was allowing it like I wasn’t some random girl he wanted to fuck. It was pathetic, how my body moved to this embrace without my permission. But I couldn’t bring myself to give up the comfort, either. “No. I like it—that you want me like that.”
“Mm, is that right?” He started placing tiny little kisses into my hair. I nodded. “You like that I can’t stop thinking about theway you clenched around my fingers when I made you come? Or imagining how it’ll feel when you milk my cock dry while I tell you how pretty and perfect you are?”
Was that moaning noise coming from me? My hips were making small movements against his again, my arms clinging to him.
“Watch it, Princess. You keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to pump the breaks, and I’ll have the both of us coming right here in front of everyone.”
What I meant to come out as sharp was more of a whine, “Well stop saying shit like that.”
Río chuckled, and I felt it down to my bones. Low and smooth. “Hm. Maybe next time, then.” He straightened, and I was automatically angry at the air between us. He brought a thumb to smooth the skin of my lip. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I bit back.
“Like you’re mad I’m not spreading you open right here.”
My eyes gave a dramatic and lengthy roll. “You’re so full of it.”
Río threw his head back and barked a laugh. “Lucky for you, I like a little brattiness. Keep it up, and I might let you tie me up and see how hard you can getmeto scream.” My jaw dropped, which only made him laugh harder. He gently pulled away, and I was so stunned by his words and the renewed wave of desire they incited, I let him stand and walk toward his board.
He picked it up and came back over to me, hair tousled and half-hard dick obvious. His gait and expression was back to that easy, cocky confidence, but it took me awhile to move past images of his wrists bound to a bed with pleasured tears in his eyes.
Well,didn’t know I’d be fucking into that.
Río grinned down at me, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. Instead of teasing, he jutted a chin toward my skatesthat’d been left abandoned on the concrete beside the bench. “Ready to skate?”