Page 59 of Tico

I can only hum, my body completely blissed out, but then I feel him hard against me. I reach up, teasingly running my fingers over his denim covered cock and he groans, resting his forehead against mine. His breathing starts to turn ragged when I increase the pressure and I have a sudden urge to do something I’ve never done. Then again, this is already a night of firsts.

I push slightly on his chest and he takes a step back. I slide from the vanity, my legs still feeling like jelly, but I somehow manage not to fall into a heap on the floor. When my knees hit the tile, Diego captures my wrists.

“You don’t have to, Vicious.”

“I want to.” Pulling my lower lip in between my teeth, suddenly feeling nervous but still determined to do this. “I…I’ve never done this before, though.”

Diego groans but something tells me he’s insanely loving the fact that he’ll soon have all of my firsts.

He releases my wrists and cups my jaw. “Take me out.”

My fingers tremble, both at the command in his voice and with excitement. I fumble with his belt for a few moments before managing to finally get it undone and then I pop the button and lower his zipper. I lower his jeans alongside his black boxers and my eyes widen when his dick slaps against his lower abdomen.

I stare at his cock, both worried and excited for later. He’s thick and long, but what really worries me is the glint of metal. A silver, heavy gauged ring. He’s got a fucking prince albert piercing.

“Your cock is pierced.”

My face flames when I hear him trying to stifle his laughter and I realize I said that out loud.

Pushing away my embarrassment, I lean forward and lick around the ring and a shuddery breath escapes him.

“Vicious,” he moans when I open my mouth and close my lips around his cock. His fingers thread into my hair, and I moan, loving the feeling but also appreciating that he isn’t forcing me.

I swirl my tongue around his shaft as I slowly start to bob my head, but my eyes stay glued on his face, watching to see what unravel him.

With each bob of my head, I gradually try to take more of him until he almost hits the back of my throat. I grip the base of his shaft and with the other hand, I place it on his thigh, balancing myself.

“Chingar(Fuck), Vicious,” he curses when I swirl my tongue around his ring as I pull back. His hips buck and I realize he’s trying very hard to hold back.

As I take him back in my mouth, I moan as I change my grip so that I’m gripping his thighs with both my hands. I try to convey what I mean with my eyes and his eyes darken in return. His hand on my cheek tightens for a moment before his thumb caresses my cheek.

“Do you want me to fuck your face, Vicious?”

I nod, well, as much as I can and moan. He groans in response as his other hand tightens in my hair.

“Tap my leg if it gets to be too much.”

I nod again and then shift my knees so that my legs are spread a bit more, giving me more balance.

Slowly, he starts thrusting into my mouth, and I love how his eyes become further hooded.

My pussy pulses at the look and hesitantly, I lower one of my hands and tentatively touch myself.

Diego moans again as his hips speed up. “Yes, Vicious. Make yourself cum while I’m fucking your luscious mouth.”

My thighs twitch and my body seems to become a puddle of goo at his dirty words. I never thought I’d be one to like praise and dirty talk in the bedroom, but apparently, I am.

I swirl my fingers around my clit, trying to mimic what his tongue had done earlier. With my other hand, I insert a couple of fingers, pumping them in and out, and it doesn’t take long before I can feel another orgasm quickly building.

“That’s it, Vicious. Fuck that pretty pussy with your fingers. And later tonight, I’m going to eat that perfect pussy again before I fuck you so much you’ll be feeling me for days.”

My body locks up as I cum hard at his words. The vibrations from my moans must trigger him because he curses and then his cum hits my tongue. I greedily swallow as much as I can and then surprise myself by licking him clean.

Diego cups my cheek again as my tongue flicks the tip of his cock teasingly. “Fuck, I may have created a monster,” he curses under his breath, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes me, which is so off brand for me. I hardly ever fucking giggle—it usually only happens when I’m talking with Pyper.

He bends down, lifting me back up before setting me back on the counter. He rummages in the linen closet for a moment and comes back with a washcloth. After wetting it, he cleans between my legs and then quickly wipes himself off. He throws it over into the hamper and nestles in between my legs. I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck as his hands settle on his waist. He wastes no time before leaning down and kissing me, but unlike before, this one isn’t rushed.

A few moments later, he pulls back, both of us breathing hard. He stares at me for a moment and a twinge of worry hits me. He reaches up, his finger tracing my lips.