Desolation Road (Torpedo Ink 4)

Storm had a woman, it looked like Heidi, one of the club girls, busy sucking him dry while he watched. At the bar, Reaper suddenly pulled Anya over the top of the bar. She laughed while he dragged her clothes off and laid her out like a feast, reaching for the orange-spice balls, feeding one to Anya before devouring one himself.

“I guess you’re right, no one is watching,” Scarlet agreed.

“Alena,” Absinthe called. “You have any of the orange-spice balls left for us?”

“Sure, babe.” Alena came to the table with a tray.

“Thanks, honey.” Absinthe took a generous helping. “She’s going to love these. They’re my favorite.”

“I know,” Alena admitted. She blew him a kiss and sauntered off. As she passed Savage and Destroyer, both grabbed several off the tray.

Absinthe lifted Scarlet onto the table facing him and slowly unbuttoned the little butterflies holding the blouse together over her breasts. As the two sides parted, the rounded curves spilled over her lilac bra, drawing his eye, her nipples peeking through the lace at him. His cock reacted with a hammering heartbeat. He opened the front of the bra so that her breasts spilled into his hands. At once his mouth was there, sucking her flesh into the heat, using his tongue, his teeth, grazing her skin, her nipples, her aureoles until her breathing was ragged and she was cradling his head to her, urging him to do whatever he wanted.

He loved being able to take her out of her head to a place where she wasn’t aware of anyone else in the room with them or her surroundings. He began to slowly lift that little swing skirt, just the way he’d wanted to do at the library, on her desk.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, ledi.” He pulled her thighs apart, rubbing them up high, massaging, sweeping his hand close to her heat, but not touching her. Not yet. “I fanta-sized about you in this skirt. On your desk. Library closed. My mouth between your legs. You screaming my name. Once I jerked off at the thought of you on your cushion, kneeling up on your library desk with your tail in, my little kiska, waiting patiently for me while I read my book. Another time, you sucked my cock while I read. And then I fucked you while I bent you over your library desk.”

He felt her shiver. Goose bumps rose on her skin. He put his hand on her belly and pressed her down onto the table. “I have so many fantasies. I don’t think we’ll ever get them done in one lifetime. We’ll need two or three together at least.”

She moaned softly and writhed, a slow undulation he found sensual. Her little thong was already damp. He tugged it down her legs and pulled it off and then took one of the sugar nets with Alena’s orange and spice balls. He pushed it slowly up inside her. She was slick and it went in, but the ball was fairly good sized and she cried out when it slid inside. He stroked her clit, looping the string over one finger.

“That feel good, baby? That spice is going to start mixing with your honey. Heat you right up.”

“I’m already hot.”

“When I eat you out, you’re going to taste so delicious.” He caught up a second net, licked at the ball and then slowly pushed it inside her, twisting the two strings together. “Think you can take a third one?” He bit down gently on her inner thigh and then circled her clit with his tongue. “I think you can, baby. My little kiska can do it.”

Her hand went to his hair, fingers fisting in it as he pushed the third orange-spice ball inside her. Her little cries sent his cock into a frenzy of need. Absinthe rolled her skirt all the way up around her hips and shoved her legs wider. Lifting her bottom, he simply covered her slick entrance with his mouth and sucked at the spicy orange-honey-cream dripping from her. He plunged his tongue deep, drawing the sticky spice out of her, catching as much as he could, stroking along her clit, flicking, stabbing and teasing, driving her up and over again and again.

He ate the first of the orange-spice balls as the first of her orgasms crashed over her. It was a powerful wave that nearly took her off the table and jerked the hair out of his scalp. He devoured her thoroughly, never stopping, feeding the power of her second orgasm, allowing the spice in the orange-spice dessert to mix with her natural cream, creating an even more powerful wave as he consumed the sugar and spice and kept lashing at her with his tongue and fingers.

The sugar around the first spice ball was melting, just as it was supposed to do, and the ball was melting along with it in all of Scarlet’s glorious heat, that natural inferno that was waiting to surround him. She writhed and bucked, nearly coming off the table as the spices were absorbed into her system. He sucked at the spicy, delicious concoction, one of Alena’s masterpieces, and his particular favorite. He plunged his tongue into her over and over to get out as much as he could. He’d never eaten the orange-spice balls out of a woman before, but he would again, now that he had. Mixed with Scarlet’s normal taste, they were addictive. He was definitely putting in a special order for them the moment he got home.