Page 11 of Blinded By The Sun
I’m thinking everything he says is an order and not up for debate. Has he ever asked anyone for anything? Still, I do as I’m told. I go back to watchingThe Simpsonsbut from the corner of my eye I spot Ciro discarding pieces of his clothes until he’s in his boxers. I’m trying not to look but a man like Ciro, you can’t resist. His body is a work of art with the tattoos he has plastered all over from his torso, his full arms, fingers and his legs.
Ciro climbs on the bed behind me and he straddles me. He rubs my ass and I groan from pain. I feel something warm take over and I turn my head to look. My eyes grow in surprise. “What are you doing?” I ask. Ciro glares at me. “Sir?”
“I’m taking care of my piece of ass, the fuck else does it look like? Now shut up and watch your show.” Ciro states.
I want to open my mouth and say more, but I don’t. I turn back around, letting him put ointment to soothe and relieve my pain. Who is this man? Who is Ciro Sarkozy, really?
* * *
How Ciro applies the ointment is making me feel everything. I try not to concentrate on him or his fingers, but it’s hard. I zero in on the tv just to flood my mind with anything else but the feel of everything going on behind me.
“I fucked you without a condom yesterday,” Ciro says.
“I’m clean, sir. I did nothing with anyone without a condom and I just had a test done. I’m also on birth control, sir.” I spill.
“Hmm.” Is all he replies with. “How long have you been your uncle’s special prized ass?” He asks.
“Not long. I just started last week.”
Ciro tsks. “He couldn’t even give me a woman who knows how to fuck. I have to teach you everything, don’t I?” Ciro asks, but I’m sure he’s not speaking to me so I don’t reply.
Ciro moves from applying the ointment to planting his hands on the spot over my shoulders. He grinds his hardened but covered dick on me. His knees dip the sides of the bed near my hips. Ciro drags himself over my ass-cheeks until they part, and then he grinds in. I don’t know if it’s teasing himself or me. The feel of him is already overwhelming and for the first time in my life, I wish I would have had more experience.
“Jones!” Ciro yells out.
My eyes widen as Jones comes in. “Boss.” Jones doesn’t blink at the action. He just stares into Ciro’s eyes.
“Stand in front of the tv, directly in my line of vision. I want to make something clear to you.”
“Yes, Boss.” Jones moves over, obscuring my vision of the show.
Ciro lifts off me for a second and then I feel him against my skin again. The skin-to-skin contact with him is something else. I shudder when he hasn’t even done a single thing. How can I react like this when I’ve only met him yesterday? Ciro spreads my ass-cheeks apart and rubs his thumb over my asshole, “Ever been fucked here, Kingsley Storm? One of these days…”
I blink at the use of my full name. No one knows it besides my uncle and my dad. I don’t have time to think twice about it as I feel the tip of Ciro’s dick coat itself in my juices. Ciro grunts but says nothing else as he teases not just himself but me. I shut my eyes and reach out for the edge of the bed. Ciro gives no warning as he slips inside my wet core and I gasp loudly at how full and stretched I feel. I lay my forehead on the bed but not for long because Ciro leans in. His body on top of mine. He wraps his tattooed hand around my neck and makes me look up right at Jones.
“Look, Jones…” Ciro’s voice drops an octave. Both turning me on and scaring me. He fucks me and if he wasn’t on top, I would have moved from the force alone. He reaches with his free hand, lifting my leg and positioning it at a 90-degree angle. My lashes flutter as this makes me feel him deeper. I haven’t recovered from the first time he took me.
“Oh,” I moan out.
Ciro nips at my earlobe. “Who’s fucking you?” Ciro asks.
I’m conflicted because I’m not sure if I should say his name or call him sir. I risk it, even if it’s the only chance. “Ciro.” I whisper through my lips.
Ciro slips almost all the way out and thrusts back in roughly. I can’t take this anymore. This is perfect torture. My toes curl at the way I’m being fucked. “Again.” He grunts as he smacks my ass. The pain reverberates through my entire body, yet I’m wetter than before.
“Ciro!” I say louder with much more confidence.
“You see…” he starts off. He kisses my jaw and nips at it. “Jones, I want you to understand something.” As Ciro fucks me not losing momentum, he talks to Jones. “This is my piece of ass, yeah? I fuck her. No one else does. You don’t touch what’s mine now, do you?” His voice hardens at the end.
“No, Boss. I don’t touch what’s yours.” He responds.
Ciro picks up the rhythm. “Let me show you why you can’t have my toy,” he states.
I’m not sure what he means until he lifts me up and I follow on all fours. Ciro uses the hand wrapped around my throat and pushes my body back hard on his dick. I yell out. The intensity my entire body is feeling is out of this world. I can’t think, breathe, or even understand what’s going on. He lifts me back and I straddle him while he’s on his knees. He lets go of my throat as he places both hands on my waist. His fingers dig deep into my skin as he takes me like this.
“Oh Ciro!” My head falls back on his chest as my hands find their way to his ass. I scratch at whatever part of his body I can grasp. My nails caress him like they belong there. I can’t catch my breath.
“Watch, Jones.” Ciro says and I feel his fingers on my clit. He rubs it, manipulating me. I grind into his fingers, but he slaps my pussy causing me to stop. He increases the friction, and he bites down hard on my shoulder. I scream out my orgasm knowing that if he had neighbors, they would’ve heard me too.
My body is still shaking as Ciro fucks me. He moves me off him. “Turn to me, Kingsley.” I do as I’m told.
When I do, Ciro has his hand wrapped around his dick and is pumping. I’m on all fours facing him. He grips my chin, and he leans in, kissing the life out of me. I can’t process what kissing him feels like or why it feels like I’m kissing the sun. It’s scorching and so wrong, yet so right. He pulls his lips away and directs my face to his dick. He cums all over my face and uses the tip of his dick to coat my lips.
I say nothing as I watch Ciro stand and walk out of the room. Once he’s gone, I sit back on my heel with my back to Jones.
“He will never treat you better than this. If you were with me, you’d never get treated like this.” Jones says. “Like a piece of ass.” He grits his teeth and I hear him leave.
I lay down on my bed in the fetal position. I shut my eyes. Tears don’t come, neither does regret, instead a smile spreads all over my face. I’ve never felt more alive being here. People see me. Bobby and even Jones, but mostly, it’s Ciro. He didn’t call me King; he called me Kingsley. A name no one has ever uttered, not even my birth mother.
