Page 72 of Sombra
The scorching heat he throws down on me doubles my resolve. I lean closer and begin stroking him with my hand—jacking him off—being careful of his piercing. He tries to pull me up. “Amor, I want you in my bed.”
“And I want you now,” I murmur, and close my mouth around him before he can protest more. Theround metal ends of his piercing brace against my tongue and the roof of my mouth and click on my teeth. He’s hard, he’s silky, he’s pierced, he’s fucking—
“Joder,” he bursts out.
I love it when he starts swearing in Spanish. It’s different than the few foreign curse words I heard in the United States, because I guess those are from Latin America. But he’s letting out a low streamof dirty Castilian Spanish. I don’t know all that he’s saying, but it’s so musical and beautiful and glorious and obscene in a different language, which makes it translate to glory in mine.
He’s too big for me to take down my throat, so I pump him with one hand and suck in rhythm, every once in a while swirling around his tip with my tongue, which makes him gasp.
I run my tonguearound the stud and gently tug, enjoying the piercing, letting it roll around my tongue. He hisses in response.
And I know. I know this strong emotion I feel for him. And he feels for me. I want to feel it again and again and again. I want him to be all mine.
“I need you to come,” I say.
“Vale,vale.” His dick becomes impossibly straight. His balls pull into his body. There’sa pause. And he starts pumping into my mouth. Warm spurts of glorious pleasure. Salty but sweet. Tasting like Tavo.
And fuck, that’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Enough for me to drop some F-bombs. That felt so good. He tasted earthy and human and sexy, and I’d do it again and again. I look up to him with satisfaction, and he runs his fingers gently along my face with tears ofhappiness in his eyes.
After hurriedly gettingTavo’s pants straightened and dusting off my knees, we run to the car but keep stopping to kiss on the way. I taste a little like him. He tastes a little like me, and it doesn’t matter. I wanteverythingto do with him. Anythingat all.
Normally, when he drives, he’s in no hurry.
Tonight, he speeds.
As we drive, I think about what we just did. I’ve only given a few blow jobs in my life, and they weren’t totally appreciated. While I don’t want to be thinking of Shane at a time like this, I can’t help myself. We’ve already broken up, I just need to confirm it. To hear him agree. Because this is whatI deserve. A man who is fully in the moment, experiencing life with me, not someone planning for a future one that never comes.
Tavo reaches over and pushes back my hair. “The rainbow colors suit you.”
“You like it?” Even if he’s an effusive Spaniard, my soul is greedy for his compliments, and I let them soak in.
“I do.” He grins. “You like thePríncipe Alberto?”
“Thewhat?”
“My piercing?”
“I do.” Oh, I do. It’s painful and sexy and erotic.
“I want you to feel how good it is.”
“I can’t wait,” I murmur.
When we get back, we park by his house and tread softly into his casita, not turning on the overhead lights. I stand in the middle of the room while Tavo turns on a light in the bathroom, then lights some candles. I catch aglimpse of my face in the mirror.
Wild, crazy-colored hair. Kiss-stung lips. Makeup blurred.
It looks like I’ve been fucked passionately, and I’m feeling that heat right now. I’ve been feeling that frenzy since I arrive in Spain. I can’t stay away from Tavo. I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m finally doing something for me.
I felt this way when I made the decision to goto Spain, but I came here with fetters. Now I’m on my own, deciding my next course of action.
And I know just what I want to do. Even if what I’m doing is wrong, I want to experience the wrongness.I want to stop being so afraid of making a mistake or offending someone else that I never live.
If I’m fucking up, I’m going to do it feeling awesome.
The low light of Tavo’s houseis warm and comforting, and it smells like him—clean and manly. When he strides toward me, I rush into his enveloping arms.
“Kim, are you okay? We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to. I’ll never push you. Are you sure?”
