19. Wyn #2
My fingers scratch across his scalp as our lips continue to knead each other.
I always wondered about his tongue piercing.
I know he got it after he was discharged.
He always talked about how after the Marines he would get tattoos and piercings.
At one point in time, he said my name would be his first tattoo.
Did he ever get any? How many women did he kiss with this piercing?
I lean back, suctioning the metal ball with my lips. With a gentle tug, Rico grins, his dimples showing in a way that makes me want to swoon.
“I hate you, Snow.”
He snatches away from me before I can bite his fucking tongue.
“Scary,” I hiss.
“Ya mama.”
“Fuck you!”
Rico arches a brow. “You want me to?”
My eyes stretch, making Rico snicker.
“You want me to fuck you? Want me to stretch that tight pussy out?”
My lips part. My eyebrows pull.
He can’t be serious.
He drags his piercing across his lip before winking at me. “Who’s scary now?”
“Pull it out,” I blurt, hating myself. Hating after all these years, he can still call my bluff.
This is exactly how I lost my virginity in the first place.
One hand collars my throat, while the other undoes the button of his jeans and pulls down his fly.
A few shimmies, and a python cosplaying as Rico’s dick jumps out of his boxers and winks at me, too.
Wait…
“Rico,” I whisper, my hand reaching for what I can’t believe is…
“Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore.” Rico grips his length roughly, stroking up until his thumb rubs against the metal ball sticking out of his urethra.
His thumb spreads precum across it, before he strokes himself again.
“When did you get it?” I ask, meeting his gaze.
“My thirtieth birthday.” His voice quivers slightly as he keeps stroking himself. “I couldn’t fuck while it healed, so it helped kickstart my abstinence. You wanna be the first to try it out?”
My eyebrows kiss. “You really haven’t–”
“No.” He stops stroking and pushes his thumb into my mouth. My tongue wraps around it, my lips closing to savor the taste. His other hand moves to cup my pussy, his digits fondling me through my shorts and panties.
“You seeping through two layers of clothing, Snow. You sure you hate me?”
Tired of the taunting in his voice, I grip his neck with both hands and squeeze, holding on tight when he flips us so that I’m on my back on my bed.
He lifts up, taking me with him to shimmy his jeans down and kicks them off to the side. My pants are next, him ripping them down my legs with my panties.
“Die already,” I grit, squeezing his neck harder. I can’t even tell if he can breathe or not.
“Not until I feel this pussy.”
His hands grab either of my legs at the bend of my knees, as he kneels on the bed.
“Hold on,” he croaks, before sitting me on the tip of his dick.
“Unnnh,” I moan out. Somewhere deep in my mind, I’m trying to remember some arbitrary promise I made to myself to never have unprotected sex ever again, but my mind turns to mush as he thrusts another inch inside of me.
“Damn, Snow,” Rico groans. I rest my forehead on his as he holds me suspended in the air. When I open my eyes, I can see not even half of his dick is sheathed.
“You gotta let me in, Snow. Relax, bae. Relax for me.”
I try to make myself lava, and breathe through Rico sitting me in his lap. My eyes roll in the back of my head as I relish the burn of the stretch.
I feel every inch.
I feel the piercing rub against my cervix as he shifts his hands to the cuff of my asscheeks.
I hug him just as tight as he holds me to him. Planting my feet on the bed, I grind into his pelvis.
“Jesus!” I cry out, sinking my teeth into my lip. “You’re so deep.”
Rico grips my waist and lifts me up before setting me down again. “But you taking me. Look at how well you’re taking me, Snow.”
His dick glistens each time he lifts me up. The lewd sight has my orgasm ripping out of me, so intensely my neck snaps my head back.
“There you go, bae. Come on this dick. Shiiiit, you hear yo pussy talking to me, Snow?”
I nod, tears stinging my eyes. Rico speeds up just a little, making me sound like I’m stirring macaroni.
“You hear that? She asking why the fuck you kept her away from me for so long.”
My fingers dig into his shoulders. That familiar pressure builds up, but Rico doesn’t let up, hammering me onto him.
“C’mon, baby. Let it go for me.”
I shout his name as I gush all over him. He rings me out before I’m clenching over and over around nothing and hot cum shoots all over my shirt.
I fall back onto the bed and try to catch my breath. I would think regret would settle in immediately, but it doesn’t. In fact, I’ve never felt more… right.
And that’s terrifying.
I don’t realize my hand is covering my face until I move it when my leg is lifted into the air.
I lock eyes with Rico, who brings my ankle to his mouth.
“Get out your head,” he says softly, just as soft as the kiss he places on the arch of my foot.
I glance down, noting his dick is fully erect again. When he makes it jump, I drag my eyes back to his, catching his smirk.
He kisses the pad of my big toe, before dragging his teeth across it.
“I want some more pussy, Snow.” His tongue wraps around my toe as he holds my gaze.
But I pull away, before placing my foot on the top of his head and bearing weight down.
“I need some head first.”
Rico lets me push him down until he’s settled between my legs.
Lust overcomes his face before he smirks. “How yo pussy got more hair than yo head?”
I cackle before I can think, earning a genuine grin from Rico. But before I could say something back, he closes his mouth around my whole pussy and rubs his piercing across my clit.
My back arches, and soon, I’m coming again.
And for the life of me, I can’t remember why I kept my pussy away from him all this time, either.