Nocturnes (16 page)

Her legs are crossed at the ankles, but she manages to open her thighs a couple of inches without appearing slutty. So, she wants to play the innocent virgin? Fine with me.

I shove her legs apart to the hot tune of her gasp and slip two fingers behind the barely there thong, knuckling her clit with a subtle stroke. Then I dive through the fabric with my tongue, fucking, swirling, jabbing.

“Oh my God.” This is the part where most girls close their eyes and lose their fucking minds. Not Eve. She watches, eyes glowing, daring me to make her come.

My pleasure.

I plunder her cunt, dying to fill my mouth with the taste of her, sucking that hard little nub straight through her panties. Within seconds, her flavor hits my tongue, and I groan into her, lapping it up.

So much for not exchanging bodily fluids.

Her halo might be a little crooked, and she might be sporting tiny horns, but she really is an angel.

The last pussy I conquered belonged to Jinx, who left quite an impression on my palate. Until now, she held the number-one position on my “Best Of” list. Eve blows Jinx out of the water. She’s tangy and sweet with a flavor so unique, nothing comes close to describing it. I’ve eaten a
lot
of pussy in my day, and this…this isn’t some gourmet juice with a fancy organic label. It’s fucking divine nectar straight from a goddess’s twat.

Maddened by a driving need for more, but happy to torture myself with a too-small serving size, I put my whole upper body into tongue-fucking her. I bury my nose in the fabric, inhale her heavenly scent. Nipping through the satin, I’m salivating so hard, there’s a growing puddle on the sheets that’s all my doing. I could almost give up liquor for pussy like this. Almost.

She slaps a hand to my forehead, shoves me, and twists my fountain of love away.

Furious at being cut off, I grab her hips and hold her down. Lifting my gaze to hers, I say, “Don’t you fucking move again, Eve.”

Her desperate pants taunt me with unspoken pleas for release. Her eyes spark with rebellion, but she settles back in place, poised at my mouth, and stills. Must not have wanted to get away
that
badly.

Or maybe she’s just trying to appease me, which would fucking piss me off. I want to fuck
Eve
, not Lola. If she’s really going to ditch me after tonight, I gotta have the real deal.

As I dive-bomb her underworld with my cum-seeking tongue rocket, I gauge her reaction. Her face is blank. No emotion, though she wiggles and gasps in all the right places.

Fuck this shit. I stop.

“Goddamn it, quit fighting, Eve. I’ve already had Lola tonight. Now I want
you
. I’ve got plenty more orgasms to give. Let yourself go.”

She snaps straight up, back stiff as steel rod. The black satin whispers around her. The change in her demeanor is so abrupt, so foreign, she actually looks like a different person. Wanton, daring, rakish. And I dare say a wee bit depraved. “If that’s what you really want.”

I arch a brow. My cock rises to her challenge, jutting straight at her from the curtains of my fly, pointing like a finger of doom. I’m so fucking hot, if she so much as
breathes
the wrong way, I’ll shoot my wad all over her leg. No fucking shit.

I stand and kick my pants off. Grasping my rabid cock at the base, I kneel next to her on the bed and slap her cheek with it. “Bring it.”

She wrestles the bastard out of my fist and takes it all the way down her throat. I swear to fucking Christ, the head collides with her windpipe. She stares up at me, her mouth overstuffed with cock, and stabs herself repeatedly.

Sweet Jesus, she’s about to get it back sevenfold. She wants to test my limits? Good luck. I have none.

I fuck her mouth like I fuck ass: with cold, hard, relentless brutality. She coughs around me as I pin her head to the bed with my thrusts. Saliva wells in her mouth, drips from the sides into her hair, and spills onto the dark sheets. I wait for her to spit me out and cry uncle. She doesn’t. She takes blow after blow of my onslaught with no hint of backing down.

Now it becomes a challenge to get her to give in. I grab her hair and pull the fuck out of it, yanking her head back while pounding that pretty mouth to a pulp. She laughs. The bitch
laughs
.

Fine. “I’m gonna come in your mouth, and you’re gonna swallow, Eve.”

Lids heavy, she dares me to do it.

You asked for it.
I tighten my grip on the rein of her hair, lift my hips, and angle my dick down her gullet. “Have a shot of Rax.” I mentally trip the trigger on my sexual impulse control and let the cum fly. My aching balls clench and cough their contents through my shaft into her waiting mouth.

I expect Eve to take it passively, to accept the gift of my climax like she did for those guys during the gangbang. Once again, she surprises me. Instead of sitting there, open mouthed like submissive porn girls do, she rears like a mare, covers my pumping hand with hers, and twists my knob as if her life depends on this cum. She doesn’t give it a chance to shoot on its own. She fucking milks my cock dry.

Needless to say, the orgasm is…well, orgasmic. I fight to keep my sound effects on a leash, but a few bits of choice commentary sneak past the censors.

“My dirty fucking angel.” I yank her neck upward so I can stare into those glacial gems as her throat bobs with repeated swallows. When the spasms stop, she sucks some more. My legs tremble, knees knock, and I lose my balance. The only way to get my dick away from her is to fall over, so I let it happen. She swipes the corners of her lips with delicate fingers and gives each digit a long, slow lick.

“Your cum tastes so good, Rax. I want more.” Her innocent little voice does me in.

Well…fuck.

I need a month or two to recover from that shit, but Eve has other plans. She mounts my hips and lifts the satin gown over her head. Perfectly matched, white-as-a-ghost breasts stare at me. All natural C cups. Jet hair fans over her shoulders, the soft curls at the ends caressing her nipples. She hefts the two mounds, fondles them, points them at my face as if to offer me a bite. Why do I get the feeling this party’s only just beginning?

Like a light switching on, up my cock hops, straight to attention like a good soldier. I’ve never been as grateful for my dick’s ability to bounce back as I am right now. I’ve never met my match in an opponent until now, either. This chick is off-the-chain hot. If this is the real Eve, sign me up for an extended stay.

Fuck, she’s addled my brain worse than any liquor. Sabotaged my plan of attack.

Rax Wrathbone cannot be upstaged by anyone. I snatch the teddy from beside her on the bed. “I’m gonna need this.”

Intent on turning the tables, I sit up to kiss her, armed with slashing teeth, hungry lips, and an onslaught of tongue. Her defenses are just as strong as my offense. Maybe stronger. She retaliates, grinding those goddamn tits into my chest. My head swirls with madness to get inside her. I don’t care which hole I land, just let me fuck
something
.

I slip my hands behind her and trace her spine. Then I clutch her pelvis to mine, stealing balance from her lower half, and falling on top of her. She struggles beneath me, but not the way Jinx struggled the night she promised herself to me and then backed out. No, this is way too playful and seductive to be a legitimate warning. Eve resists the way a horny tease resists: with every intention of getting exactly what I’m offering under the guise of playing coy.

I snap the gown and twist it into a rope. She smiles. My dick bleeds pre-cum (post-cum? Who can tell at this stage?) onto her upper thigh as I slide the fabric around her eyes and tie it near her nape. Her pouty lips part with surprise, and her breaths dash in and out.

Leaning off the bed, I fumble on the floor for my jeans and nab a condom from my wallet. I want her to suffer with wonder over whether I’m being safe, so I open and slide the rubber quietly over my shaft. Then I wait.

A minute passes. In that time, I take in every curve, every line, every swell, and commit her to memory. Her chest rises and falls, those luscious breasts tipping a little to the sides.

I expect her to question me, but she remains quiet and still. Sitting beside her, I whisper, “What’s on your mind, Eve?”

“I’m thinking I need that snake of yours striking my pussy until she bawls like a little bitch.” She brushes the tips of her fingers over the wet spot. With agonizing slowness, she draws the curtain of the G-string aside to reveal the salvation I need to taste in all her glory.

I lean over and breathe on the sensitive spot. “No,” I whisper to it.

Her thighs spread in reply. The pink contours taunt me. I lunge forward, stopping a couple of millimeters from the sacred flesh, and I inhale her scent again. My eyes close with a languid blink. When I open them, it takes every bit of willpower not to maul her cunt with my face.

“If you’re gonna deny my pussy her just deserts, then at least stuff your cock in my mouth again. I promise not to break it.” Her pompous laughter races chills across my skin.

“You’ve already broken it.” Shit. Shouldn’t have said that.

The corners of her mouth lift so slowly, I almost don’t notice.

I grab her by the arms, pull her up, and hike her over my shoulder. She doesn’t fight as I trounce to the bathroom and set her on the tile floor. I flounder out of the rest of my clothes and toss them aside. I dip a hand in the water. It’s cooled just enough. I guide Eve into the tub and turn on the jets. “We’re gonna get clean before we get very, very dirty. Last chance to kick me out, Eve. You better decide quick whether you trust me.”
God, please trust me.

She turns her blindfolded face toward mine and reaches for me. “Oh, I trust you.” When she hits my chest, she slides her fingers down my treasure trail to the eager cock ready to bust another nut or thirty. Gripping the top of the condom, she rolls it down and off with a snap. My heart takes a dive off the precipice overlooking hell.

Eve grins and licks her lips. “The question is, do you trust
me
?”

Side B: “Life in the Fast Lane”

Hanging on Rax’s next words, I blindly ball the condom in my fist. I shouldn’t do this. Not only is it dangerous to have unprotected sex with him, but if Rico finds out I’m breaking the rules, my fate in Hell is sealed. I could be falling on my own sword in more ways than one. Yet, flirting with this particular disaster is so tempting, I can’t pass up the opportunity. Health and job security be damned.

God, you’re a fucking idiot, Eve, playing Russian roulette like this.

Yep. Yep. And my impulse control doesn’t give a shit at the moment, so fuck you very much.

Two hands on either shoulder push me down to the water. I sit in the tub, absorbing the warmth, my wound-up muscles loosening under the jets. He steps in next to me, guides me to a nozzle, and lifts my butt. Gently urging my legs apart, he wriggles under me and supports my body from behind as the rushing water hits my clit. I let him hold me there, my nape resting against his shoulder.

“That’s nice, but your cock would feel even better inside me,” I say.

“You don’t get my cock. Not yet.”

“Is that so?” I dip a hand between my legs and stroke his hard-on. I pull it up and squeeze my thighs around it. Then I ride.

“Little slut,” he breathes in my ear, barely pumping his hips to my rhythm.

Just because I’m blindfolded, he thinks he’s got everything under control. Smiling, I turn in his arms to face him, straddle that big, juicy cock, and shove it in with a caterwaul. I figure if the neighbors haven’t called the cops by the time I’m done with Rax Wrathbone, I’m doing him all wrong.

He hisses. “Goddamn it.” His racing breaths tell me he hasn’t fully committed to this whole bareback thing, but the fact that he hasn’t pulled out makes me think he must be
okay
with it. Or at least reluctantly okay.

I lean close to his lips and drink in the hot vapor hastening out of them. “You said you wanted Eve. Here she is, complete with baggage and risks, bells and whistles.” I lift my ass and plunge hard. Another hiss.

He pinches my nipple. “I love your bells and whistles.”

God, how he fills me. I stretch my legs wider and make more room for those last two inches.

Wiggle, wiggle. Shimmy…down…

Ah, there he is. The head of his dick twitches against a supersensitive spot inside I didn’t realize I had, and I let out a low moan. “Yes, baby…Yes…”

My spine slams against the side of the tub, and body heat covers me. Wild pounding ensues. I feel water sloshing everywhere, hear it crashing over the lip of the tub and splattering on the floor. My nipples tighten to painful buds.

Rax is all man. His rich scent fills my head, his thick length maddens me with violent jabs, and his growls grab me by the twat and twist. I clutch his shoulders and attack him with my mouth. Body parts hit the Jacuzzi walls, and a full-on wrestling match ensues. Cock and pussy locked together and both fighting for control, we tussle hard. He tries to shove my arms behind my back, but I grapple for his wrists. Our hands in a deadlock, he uses his chest to urge me against the side of the tub, but I dig in my heels and put all my strength into fighting him. The splashes we make are sure to create huge puddles, but I don’t care.

He’s stronger than me, so I play dirty. I clamp my thighs around him and squeeze his cock. Once he’s distracted and resumes banging me, I bite his shoulder and shove him. His arms wrap around my back in a bear hug. I push against him, anxious to maintain the upper hand, but certainly willing to be taken down and thoroughly molested if I can’t. I straddle the fine line between desire and control. I’m Dominant by nature, but in my line of work, I play the role of submissive much more often.

“Why do you fight me, Eve? You know I’m gonna win.” A hint of a smile tags his words, and I fuck him harder just to spite him.

“You can’t win a fight you already planned to throw.” I lunge blindly for his lips and strike gold. Teeth bump, and I rip into his mouth. Driven by some hidden sexual demon, I want blood.