9. Saint
Rio kissed like he was made for it, that air of confidence coming through loud and clear in a way that made my blood head south at speed.
We were still sitting up, and I wasn’t sure about Rio’s motivation for that but for myself, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be over or under him because they both sounded really good. I was getting to the point where the decision was going to be made when he pushed lightly on my chest, pulling away far enough to look at me. “What–” he stopped, swallowed, got distracted looking at my mouth for a few seconds, then shook himself. “What are we doing?”
“Kissing,” I said. “What do you want to be doing?”
He laughed roughly. “Are you taking requests?”
“Might be,” I said. “Like I said, I’m a little out of practice, but it’s like riding a horse, isn’t it? I used to like to ride.”
Rio licked his lips and eyed me. “Is that so?”
I raised my chin and grinned at him. “It is. Do you like to be ridden?” I ran a bold hand down his chest, still covered by his T-shirt.
His gaze followed my hand, watching as it stopped at his belt line, nodding belatedly in answer to my question. Then he tensed, his brows pulling together. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m going to assume you don’t have any condoms, given your statement on how long it’s been since you’ve been to bed with anyone.”
“No,” I said. “You don’t either?”
“Not with me. Didn’t figure I’d need them.” He sighed, then shrugged. “We’ll have to go shopping. In the meantime…” He stripped his shirt off and tossed it towards the chair, then dipped his fingers under the hem of my shirt and stroked my sides lightly. “You don’t need this, do you?”
I did not, I decided, and raised my arms so he could lift it off me. I watched the way his muscles moved as he divested me of my shirt, then closed my eyes in pleasure as his warm, rough-skinned hands ran lightly from my shoulders to my stomach. I had no chest hair to speak of, and my muscles were not as defined as his but I did all right and it seemed like he approved if his expression was anything to go by.
His hands reversed course when they reached the waistband of my pants and slid back up, with one pausing on my shoulder and the other gliding up my neck to cradle my jaw while he kissed me again. He kissed me confidently, tilting his head just so and licking lightly until I let him in, apparently having determined that he would run this show. I didn’t mind, especially if what he was doing with his tongue in my mouth was any indication of his skill in other areas.
“We are overdressed,” Rio said after a short time and stood up to unfasten his jeans. I was momentarily distracted by the sight and I stared instead of getting to work on my own pants. He chuckled and took a step back, making a show of it, releasing his zipper tooth by tooth. Once he was unzipped he came close and took my hands, putting them on his hips. I got the message immediately and pushed his jeans down carefully, licking my lips when his erection was freed of the dark material. I wished that we had condoms now, after seeing him. I wanted that in my mouth as soon as possible. He was shorter than average but thick -- much like the rest of him -- uncut, and beautifully formed. I stroked him several times and he let his head drop back with a rough gasp of pleasure.
“To your standard,” he asked, voice deeper, his accent more pronounced, and I nodded, looking between his face and his cock.
“It’s gorgeous,” I said honestly. I indulged for another moment, pulling the foreskin up and down over the head and causing his hips to thrust minutely into the motion.
“I’m beginning to feel a bit underdressed,” Rio said once I had played with him for a time, and I ducked my head in a you’re right gesture. I stood up too, unfastened my pants and shucked out of them quickly, stepping up close to him and wrapping my arms around him.
Rio”s mouth found my collarbone and he placed a line of sucking kisses along it, his hands sliding up my back. “We could hacerse una paja…” he said, and I wracked my brain for the translation, but his hand slipping down between us seemed to translate well enough.
“At least I have lube,” Rio said, his hand closing around me lightly. “Although by how much you’re leaking I don’t know if you need it.”
I huffed. “You’re a walking wet dream,” I said in my own defense. “If I went to sleep with you and woke up like that too many times I’d probably end up having one.”
“Hm good thing I’m willing to take care of that before you go to sleep then,” Rio said, entirely pleased with himself over this. “What do you want, Sexy? What do you like?”
I liked his hand on me, that was for sure. I was leaking copiously, the excitement of doing this with another person and my attraction to him giving him plenty of lubrication to work with. He stroked me several times, collecting more pre-come as he went, and I found myself simply mouthing at his neck, getting lost to the sensations.
His other hand had wandered down to grip my ass cheek and when he squeezed I jumped a bit, which made him grin at me. “Lay down?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, I’m not performing at my best,” I said as we got onto the bed. “You’re melting my brain.” He had run to the bathroom and grabbed the little flip-top bottle of lube from his shower kit, and we wound up with Rio halfway on top of me while I ran my hands up and down his back. We went back to kissing for a minute, and he resumed stroking my cock, this time with a bit of lube that made his hot hand feel even better.
“I’m sure you’ll work up to it,” he said. “Why don’t you just relax and let me…” He kissed down my neck and I shivered when he found the place where my neck and shoulder met. I loved to be kissed there, and I tipped my head with a soft moan. He noticed immediately and sucked there, which peaked my nipples and made him chuckle. “I found something,” he murmured. “How about…” he bit softly and I arched with a soft exhalation. “Oh yes,” Rio purred. “I can definitely…” He bit me again and tightened his hand as he jerked me.
After that, I was as good as putty in his hands. I ran my hands along his back, scratching lightly, not bothering to censor my enjoyment of what Rio was doing to me, and I came in such a short time that I was almost embarrassed.
After I finished shaking I laughed weakly. “Christ, Rio.”
He grinned, smug. “Decent?” he asked, his tone telling me that he thought he had been far more than that.
“Oh yeah.” I heaved a deep sigh and pulled him close to kiss. “Now it’s your turn.” I pushed him until he lay on his back and I straddled his thighs. I ran my fingers down his torso, admiring him openly. “You are just my type, Rio. God these muscles.”
Rio stretched and flexed, putting his arms up over his head, and I laughed. He was getting more playful and I liked it a lot. I wanted to show him that, and again I wished we had protection. I closed my hand around him and stroked him again. I liked an intact cock, the foreskin gave so many additional possibilities.
“If you want to do this again, we need to buy condoms. I want to suck you off so fucking bad,” I said. “Christ.”
“I can pass a blood test,” Rio said, half distracted by my hand on him. “Could get one.”
That was an even better idea. I nodded and bent to swirl my tongue around one of his nipples, noticing once I was up close the small scars. “Rio, did you used to have your nipples pierced?”
“Mmhmm,” he said. Before he could say more I sucked lightly and his breath caught. “Thought– Fuck! Oh. Thought about doing it again.”
I hummed and pinched the other side lightly as I swirled and licked. “Sexy as fuck… Hate the healing time though.”
“Yeah.” His hips were pushing up into my hand, matching my rhythm, and I thought that I might be making up for earlier. “Fuck, Saint, a little harder…”
I wasn’t sure which he wanted harder, so I went for the easiest option first and increased the suction, which seemed to be it because he arched hard. “Sí!” His fingers stroked through my hair and I nearly purred, my eyes closing with delight. I sucked and stroked as he petted me, getting lost in the feedback loop as his petting became light tugging as he got closer to his finish.
“Close, Saint, Christ I need–”
“I can’t wait to get condoms, I want to suck you so fucking bad right now,” I growled. “Nice thick cock and I bet you’d pull my hair if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?”
Rio’s eyes widened and he came over my hand and his belly, his muscles contracting over and over. I chuckled and lay down, not caring about the mess between us as I reached for a tissue on the nightstand to wipe my hand with.
“I love dirty talk,” Rio said after he’d caught his breath. “And your accent is very nice in the middle of that.”
“Noted,” I said, deepening both my voice and my drawl, and I felt him shiver.
“I hope that was a good end to your dry spell,” Rio said after a few more minutes had passed. I was considering going for a shower, but Rio was drawing little patterns on my back with his fingertips and I wasn’t in any real hurry to stop him.
“Very good, yes,” I said. I was cuddled into his chest and it felt like he was in no hurry to move either. I debated my next question, but then decided what the hell. “Have you had much of a dry spell too?”
He hummed. “Couple months. Had some fun when I got home, but then I got busy with work and it didn’t seem as important.” He shifted a little. “How long had it been for you?”
Well I couldn’t ask him and then not expect to get the same question back. “Since I”ve had sex? Three years,” I said, unconsciously bracing for his reaction.
I felt him shift again and his hand stroked up and down my spine. “You did that on purpose,” he said, and I nodded. “Less complicated?”
“Yes,” I said. “When I got the shelter director position, my personal life, which had already been under some scrutiny, became even more closely observed. I decided that it would be simpler to avoid relationships in general. The job I do is important and I can’t jeopardize it.”
Rio nodded slowly. “I take it this is under wraps then.”
I paused. I hadn’t thought about what I had just said, but I could see how Rio came to that conclusion. And maybe he was right. “Well… it has an expiration date anyway, doesn’t it? Once Ginny and everyone are taken care of, you’ll go back to Denver.”
Rio nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I suppose that’s true. Still… We have right now.” He ran his fingertips up my back and I felt myself break out in gooseflesh.
“That’s true,” I agreed. “And I do like you a lot, Rio.” I lifted my head and smiled into his eyes.
He returned the smile, his expression going almost bashful for a second before he tilted his head and gave me his dead sexy, flirty smile. “What do you like, Saint? What have you been craving?” Rio asked me. My jaw dropped open before I ratcheted it back up and swallowed. “Is there a list?” he added, tone amused.
“There might be…” I said slowly. He made an excellent point. He was willing and we had the time. We could do nearly anything, especially if we did a blood test. “Are you up for a blood test?” I asked.
Rio nodded. “Sure am.”
“Good, so am I. Once it comes back, I’m going to suck your brains out through your dick.” I grinned as his face went slack, laughed as he rolled us, and moaned when he rutted into me. I put my arms around him and kissed him, and we didn’t do much more talking until there was even more of a mess between us.
After the second round, we headed to the shower and, thanks to his height and my slender build, just managed to fit in it to clean off. I admired his naked body, hard as a rock all over, and then shrugged innocently when he raised an eyebrow at my ogling. “Can’t show me all that and then expect me not to look, especially when I’ve shared two orgasms with you in the last two hours after a three-year span of nothing.”
Rio dipped his head in magnanimous agreement and I laughed and swatted his ass. Rio moaned and arched his back a bit, looking at me coquettishly. “Oh…” he purred. “Are you up for that?”
I tilted my head. “Up for what?” I realized he had liked the swat, but I wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking.
“Do you do any dom/sub play?” Rio asked, but I was shaking my head before he even finished asking.
“No,” I said firmly. “No, I don’t care for any of that.”
Rio looked at me closely and nodded. “I understand, Saint. I won’t bring it up again, and if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, tell me. Okay?”
I looked into his eyes, earnestly boring into mine, and nodded, wondering why I felt the urge to call him Sir.