Page 55 of Scars of the Sun

When I flung it open, just enough so that he could see the scowl on my face, I noticed the amused grin on his. He was still wearing yesterday’s jeans but was missing his shirt. “We were gonna order somethin’ to eat,” he tried to crane his head to see inside the room, and I had to hold back my snarl. Brody was as human as they came, so I just crossed my arms and blocked his snooping with my body.

So, he turned his attention to me and trailed his gaze down my naked form. He whistled, “Did that hurt?” he pointed to my dick that was still half hard from sleeping with Ramona beside me.

I rolled my eyes. The piercing had been a spontaneous decision during one of my stints as a tattoo apprentice at a shop out west. “No. What are you getting?”

He mentioned one of the breakfast places in town that wasn’t too far. Lord knew we weren’t gonna find any food in Tyler’s kitchen. How did Brody and Jess make sense of that?

“Hold on,” I closed the door in his face and turned back to the bed. I sat on the edge and caressed the side of Ramona’s face. Her brow was adorably furrowed, her full lips pouting, and I kissed the side of her mouth before doing the same to the top of her cheek. I pulled back to see her face smooth and a precious and sleepy smile spread. My heart jumped.

“Princess,” I whispered gently in her ear and licked at her delicate skin. She squirmed like it tickled, and I did it again until she turned over.

Half-asleep, now, she rolled onto her back and puckered her lips for a kiss. As much fun I had with her prickly side, I loved this one too. I met her lips with mine but kept it fairly chaste. Even when she brought her hands to my neck and kicked her legs, trying to find my hips and hold me to her. “Ramona,” I spoke into her lips, “are you hungry?”

“Uh-uh,” she mumbled, but that was not what I wanted.

I separated us, in the little cave that my loose hair provided where it was just me and her. Brody tapping his foot impatiently on the other side of the door didn’t matter. “Baby, what do you want to eat.”

Ramona huffed, coming back to her usual self, and I smiled affectionately. I swiped her lip with my thumb. “Whatever. I’m not picky. What are you making?”

“Not making. Brody and Jess are ordering from the diner on Fourth Street. You ever been there?” She shook her head. “They got the usual. Pancakes, waffles, bacon.”

She rubbed at her eye and scrunched her face in such a cute way. “Uh, just get me whatever you get. And iced coffee.”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “All right.”

I left her on the bed and went back to the door. Brody looked less chipper now, but whatever. “Two orders of chicken and waffles, bacon extra crispy, scrambled eggs with cheese. Two large iced coffees. Extra syrup on the side.”

Brody’s eyes were wide, but he pulled out his phone and started tapping away, adding our breakfast to their order. “Jesus, you both gonna eat all that?”

“Damn right. I tired her ass out. Gotta feed my lady.”

I grinned at Brody when Ramona’s indignant shout flared behind me. “Don’t fucking tell people that!”

I glanced at her over my shoulder, gut lurching at the sight of her sitting up and swaddled in the sheets. “But it’s true. I’m sure they all heard you screaming my name last night.” After coming back from outside, we’d returned to the guest room and used the connected bathroom to shower before tumbling into the bed. For hours, we alternated between talking and fucking any which way we could. Her riding me, me hitting it from the back, with our tongues. During our breaks, she told me a little about growing up in a rich family with less than affectionate parents, and I reminisced about the good years. When I’d spend my time on my aunt’s land and playing in the woods. How I taught myself how to draw and play the guitar.

“Well, if they heard me, then they heard you too,” Ramona grumbled.

Brody shook his head and gave a final tap on his screen before putting his phone back in his pocket. “Unfortunately. Went to take a piss in the middle of the night,” he jutted a thumbup the hall where there was a half bath, “and was forced to hear it.” He made a stupid come face and tried to mimic my voice, “Yeah, Princess, take that dick.” I socked him on the shoulder which just made him laugh harder. “Food’ll be here in thirty.” He turned and started up the hallway, and I slammed the door.

“You do sound like that,” Ramona snickered but yelped when I pounced on the bed and yanked the sheet off of her.

It was later in the morning, now, and with the bright light from the windows and my glasses correcting my vision, I greedily drank up the view of Ramona’s naked body. I yanked on her legs until she slid back down on the mattress. Her chest rose and fell quickly, jiggling her tits. My dick was all the way hard, now, and I thrusted it lazily against her stomach. The black barbell pierced through the crown of my cock clacked against the silver one stuck through her bellybutton. It sent a zip of pleasure straight up my length, and I did it again and again.

“You too sore from last night, Princess?” Well, if I was remembering correctly, our final round had to have been just a few hours ago, when the sun was making its way back up the horizon. But time had also blended together as we lost ourselves in each other.

I eyed the red and purple bruises along her neck and around her nipples that hadn’t lightened quite yet. She was gonna walk out of this room with them visible for my friends to see.

Before she answered, I went a bit lower, nudging myself right against her clit. She scrabbled her heels over the bed, whimpering with her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. “Huh? You gonna let me come in you again?” She nodded, her black and curly hair frizzy and magnificently escaping the confines of her braid.

I used my hold on her thighs to raise her hips. She was still slick from all we’d done earlier, wet with herself and my cum,and I threw my head back. “God, Princess, I’m never gonna get tired of this,” I drew my hips back and sank in slowly, deeply.

It didn’t take long for her to come, especially when I lightly pinched her clit while we fucked. The cat had long been out of the bag, so she just clenched her eyes and let her loud cry of ecstasy out.

The tightening of her walls around me and the sight of her neck flushing and covered with my teethmarks were my undoing. My face screwed up, absolutelynotin the way Brody had mocked, and I spilled into her. I was honestly surprised my balls had anything left after the marathon we’d run together, but sure enough, I filled her up again.

I pulled back and watched, entranced, as my cum leaked out and started to pool beneath her. Fuck, I was already addicted. Did this count as a breeding kink?

Ramona relaxed back onto the bed, now sighing in content. The corners of her mouth tilted upward again, and I answered with a swipe of my tongue along her arm. She still smiled, but a wrinkle between her brows formed as she watched me.