Page 15 of Scars of the Sun

Oh, and there was a piercing in it.

The black metal was a sharp contrast against his golden brown skin. Yeah, Matt definitely hadn’t had one of those.

He palmed the base and lifted his hard dick from where it’d been resting on his abs. He had a simple black t-shirt on, but I remembered the tight muscles I’d caught a glimpse of at the skate spot.

He moved to hold my chin, and he titled my head up while he leaned over me. Unlike Alex, he kissed me with a slow, thorough claiming that made me want to melt into the floor. I sank into his control and tasted traces of beer on his tongue. Mine teased against the piercing he had in there too, and my thoughts went hazy like I’d downed the rest of that bottle from earlier and smoked a blunt or two.

When he pulled back just enough to speak over my lips, his hair shifted to brush against my cheek. It was soft as silk. “You taste sweet and sour. Like candy.” I scoffed but didn’t pull away, and that sent him into a round of low chuckles that just made more wetness pool between my legs. He licked at my top lip a few times, as if he was tasting more of that candy flavor he’d said I had. “You don’t have to, but I’m hard as fuck, so it’s either that, or I’ll take care of it. You can stay regardless, though.”

He pulled back a little more so that I could see his eyes, lined with smudgy black and cloaked by thick lashes that were totally unfair. I nibbled at my bottom lip, trying to gain hold of any coherent reasoning. His eyes softened a fraction, and I wanted to hit something. I was a goddamn adult, and I wanted this.

“What’s your name, Princess?” His voice and the gentle tapping of his finger on my cheek snapped my thoughts back to one definite path.

My throat gave a dry click, and I licked my lips to clear the way. His black stare broke to follow the movement, and I felt a bit stronger. Enough to say, “Ramona,” without my voice cracking.

I gave another moan, sank into him again when he slanted his lips over mine once more. His teeth were sharp and perfect when he caught my lip between them, and my hands tightened on his calves. He broke our kiss, and I sucked in air that, at this point, I didn’t even want. I just needed more of him.

“Mine’s Río.”

I felt my brows tighten and my lips jut out in a contemplative pout. “Like a river?”

He grinned and pet the back of my head like I was a pretty cat. “That’s me. Always runnin’.” And he chuckled at his own joke. My eyes rolled, and I gave a scoff. But that just made him laugh more. “So, what’ll it be, Princess?” He went back to staring me directly in the eyes, head tilted to the side. It was almost threatening, how much he wanted the truth. There would be no waffling back and forth with him.

I took a deep breath, trying to force in as much oxygen as possible to keep me from going completely lightheaded. Was I actually going to do this? Suck a random cock at a random party in a random town on a random Wednesday?

“I’ve never seen a dick piercing before,” I said instead. A bead of moisture rested against the barbell that ran through the slit, and it seemed to be growing as I stared. My navel fluttered again, and thrill ran back and forth from it and between my legs. I couldn’t imagine willingly inflicting that pain onto myself, but I was surprised to admit—it was hot. What would that feel like against my skin? Would it be cold or warm against my tongue?

He didn’t react to my comment, and my face heated with the knowledge that he was still staring at me. But the drop of liquid was running down the head of his cock, now, and Ileaned forward. I glanced up at him, hoping like hell he wouldn’t make me actually say the words and just take my movements as consent enough.

I stuck my tongue out and swiped indulgently, wanting to feel the weight of him, the smoothness of the piercing, and the taste of his precum all at once.

He hissed, but didn’t pull it away, and I went in for another lick. And another. He tasted wilder here. Like everything stripped away to reveal just the bare essence of him. It was weirdly good—no, addictive, and all of a sudden, my brain caught up to find myself sucking him further into my mouth. His cockhead and first inch or so of his shaft weighed heavy on my tongue, and the piercing tickled my flesh. But it felt oddly comforting, and I pressed up on my legs to get a better angle.

Río released the hold he had on his shaft and transferred his other hand back into my hair. He leaned back in the chair, and I steadied myself on his thighs. Remembering what he’d directed at Alex, I made sure to shield his cock from my teeth and took more of him into my throat.

“Shit, rich girl,” he groaned.

I flicked a glare up at him underneath my lashes, hair curtaining the sides of my face. That nickname was infuriating but not enough to make me stop. Especially when he gave me a lust-filled grin and touched the tip of his tongue to a sharp canine.

My mouth sank further onto him, a little more than halfway, and I felt my body try to reject the invasion. My fingers tightened on his legs, but he didn’t seem to mind. His hips were moving in small, aborted movements, like he wanted to shove himself completely into my mouth but was holding back. Spit pooled around my lips, dripping down my chin and the rest of his length.

I shifted again, this time grabbing the base. My head bobbed, and my necklaces tinkled with the movement. The nestle of soft, trimmed hair tickled the side of my fist. It was difficult to look up at him now, so I just closed my eyes to focus on the task of learning what made him feel good.

Judging from the fact that his hips would make a larger thrust, then another small one like he was losing the battle to keep on his restraints, I was on the right track. A light touch, warm and gentle, ran along my cheekbone and to my jaw.

I felt my eyes prickle, so I focused more on taking him the whole way into my throat. None of the books or fanfics I’d read over the years could’ve prepared me for how difficultly arousing this was. My throat was already being rubbed raw, my knees and legs starting to burn with strain, but my mind had never been emptier. More at peace. How fucked up was that?

Like what I’d read, I tried to breathe through my nose, but the lack of air was growing too much. I pulled back, sucking in precious oxygen. An even spicier aroma flooded my nose now that I could breathe, and while I flicked my tongue against the jewelry pierced through him, I let it wash over me. There were notes of his but also of mine, cool and hot twining and swirling together. Who knew it could be like this?

Río’s back was thrown against the chair, but his body held a tightly coiled tension while he watched me like I was a mesmerizing snack.

He’d been about to open his mouth to say something, but the door banged open, startling me enough to make me pause for a moment before continuing to plant open-mouthed kisses on the leaking cockhead. My eyes stayed locked with Río’s.

“Tyler’s looking for you.” I recognized Alex’s deeper voice, no longer squeaking with indignation at being forced off their knees.

“Fuck off. I’m busy.” Río leaned forward at the same time he pulled me away from his cock. His lips smashed into mine, claiming my mouth once again. A faint growl rumbled from his mouth into mine, and I let him take control. My lips and tongue reacted to his, moving and molding against them, but my thoughts remained happily empty.

Distantly, I knew that the door was open, the sound of talking and music much louder than it’d been before. But Río had moved his hand to cradle the back of my head, pulling me more tightly into him, demanding it, and I couldn’t even begin caring who saw me on my knees for him. My mother could’ve walked in, screeching to high heaven, and I would’ve just gone back to sucking Río down my throat.

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