Bang (B-Squad 2)

"Damn." And that was the honest truth.

He winked, the cocky bastard. "The feeling's mutual, darlin'."

She should make him wait, but she couldn't keep her hands off him any longer. His chest hair sprung back against her fingers, tickling her palms as she glided them down his chest. He stood still underneath her touch—silent for once—but there was no missing the hammer of his heart under her hand. She dipped her head and lapped at the hard point of his nipple.

"I suppose you're going to draw this out."

"Turnabout is fair play." She trailed her fingers over the flexing muscles of his abdomen and encircled his dick, holding him tight.

He exhaled a sharp breath and the back of his head hit the wall with a thunk. "You're mean."

Sinking down to her knees before him, she kept her face tilted upward so she could watch his face. "And you love it."

Whatever he was about to say was swallowed by a strangled groan the second she swirled her tongue over the head of his cock. She kept one hand at the base and took him in as deep as she could before retreating and repeating the process, engulfing him a little bit more each time. His thigh was tree-trunk hard underneath her left hand. Even as she took him in, she had to touch, to explore, to know him. Her fingers wandered, caressing his leg, reaching up over his lean hip, tracing across his muscular abs.

Blowjobs weren't part of her normal routine, but when had anything with Isaac been even remotely close to normal? The closest it got was the fact that he obviously had more money in his bank account than he let on with his worn-in jeans and his mid-mileage truck. And for the first time in longer than she could remember, it didn't matter. That wasn't why she was here sucking him. It was because she wanted to, pure and simple. She wanted to make him feel good, to hear him lose control, to give him one heart-stopping moment of total bliss—and not because she was trying to pay him back for helping her, but because she couldn't imagine anything better.

He groaned. "God you look good like that."

She let his cock go with a quiet pop but kept her right hand stroking the hard length of him. "I always look good."

"I know where you'd look even better."

Something flashed in his eyes that made her shiver in the best of all possible ways. Then, lightning fast, he hooked his hands under her arms and hauled her up to a standing position. On her next breath she was in the air before being tossed over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. The position gave her an unprecedented look at his very perfect ass, which she smacked.

"What are you doing?" she asked, smiling despite all the blood rushing to her head.

"Taking you somewhere horizontal.” His sure stride bypassed the kitchen.

"What about the counters?" She caught a glimpse of a long, wooden table before he turned down a hallway lit only by the moonlight coming in through a large skylight. "Or the dining room table?"

"Next time."

"Who said there'd be a next time?"

He turned into a moonlit room. "Darlin', get back to me in a few hours and let me know if you haven't figured out the answer to that one."

Her core clenched. One orgasm had made her greedy for more. "You're awfully confident."

"And you love it."

He wrapped his hands around her waist and did some kind of shoulder pop thing and she went sailing through the air, landing with a soft thump in the middle of a giant mattress. It was exactly where she wanted to be.

* * *

Isaac

Damn, she looked good spread out on his bed. Isaac's dick was as hard as a steel-coated two-by-four, but he had to take a moment to appreciate the way the moon turned her long, blond hair silver, how her full tits bounced when she'd landed, and the way her legs went on and on and on as she spread them wide. One look at the glistening softness of her pink pussy and observation time was over. He stormed over to the bedside table and yanked the drawer open, grabbed a condom, and laid it on the top of the table where it was in easy reach.

Tamara had rolled onto her side, her fingers lazily playing with the tips of her nipples, pinching and stroking them. She was close to the edge of the bed, her mouth already open, her tongue wetting her lips. The invitation in her eyes snapped what little bit of control he still had.

He was on his knees, the bed sinking beneath him and his dick sliding into her hot mouth before he had time to process the move. The gentle swipe of her tongue around him as she sucked napalmed what was left of his brain. She took him deep and swallowed. Pleasure rocketed through his body, making him almost ache with it. Then she did what she always did—she surprised him. The little tease skimmed one hand down over the full curve of her tits, down the flat plane of her stomach and to the juncture of her spread legs. He didn't know where to look. Her fingers playing with her swollen clit or his cock disappearing between her slick lips? He'd fucking sell his soul to be able to watch both at the same time.

That was it. Tamara was going to kill him. He'd never looked so forward to dying.

"Does that feel good, darlin'? You want to be all filled up?"

She moaned around his dick and his balls vibrated with mind-melting pleasure, but it wasn't enough. It couldn't be unless she was right there with him, skating along the edge.