Sweet on My Tongue

Robby
Mills

She’s been watching him from across the bar, an erotic
beauty made for other men. He’s suffering a wounded heart and bruised ego, forced
on this vacation in hopes of a simple rebound fuck. In this loud, ordinary bar,
their lives and bodies melt together. Like the drink she buys him, Tim
discovers Jasmine is full of sweetness with enough kick to keep it interesting.

The clit piercing, belly button gem and ten miles of tan,
sexy legs give Tim an oral fixation he didn’t realize he had. After tasting
her, riding her and being ridden, he discovers he loves the flavor of Jasmine
on his tongue.

An EC for Men
contemporary
erotica
story from Ellora’s Cave

Timothy Rockwell sat at the dimly lit bar casually watching
people shimmy and gyrate on the dance floor. There was a time he would have
been out there doing the same thing. He observed one couple dry humping to the
beat, all but fucking right there in front of everyone. He couldn’t be the only
one to notice. But when he glanced around, the rest of the half-drunk patrons
didn’t seem to see them, that or chose to ignore the blatant display. Deciding
to follow suit, he turned his attention back to his beer.

Christ, what the hell was he doing here? Tim took a swig of
his lukewarm beer. He knew exactly why he was here. His sister and buddies gave
him an intervention. Fucking intervention, for Christ’s sake.

“Tim, it’s been six months since Debra left you. It’s time
you got back out there.”

That from his sister who never liked Deb to begin with. She
loved sitting there tossing out the
I told you so’s
one after the other
with a wide grin.

And his so-called friends, yeah, those bastards stood behind
his adorable sister, adding fuel to the fire. Why couldn’t they let him work
through this in his own way? Six months, fuck, that was nothing more than a
tick of a clock compared to the two years he and Deb shared together. Did they
actually expect him to forget everything as if it never happened?

“You’re not the same person.”

“You need your confidence back.”

“Find a woman looking for nothing but a good time and clear
Deb out of your system.”

“Move on. You’re better off without her.”

On and on the advice spewed until he thought he’d lose his
mind. It was either agree to this trip or become stark raving mad. He’d tried
moving on in his own way. He put in extra hours at work, went to the gym and
pumped iron until he was too tired to think about her. He had a handle on it.

Tim rubbed his hand over his face. Who was he kidding? He
couldn’t stand himself either. Snarling and snapping at everyone, even himself.
No wonder his sister and friends wanted him out of town. They got a vacation as
well.

He lifted his head, casually scanned the bar and found a
woman sitting at the other end, watching him. His first instinct was to look
away. After two years of never noticing another woman because he thought he had
the perfect one, it felt strange. Tim forced himself to glance in her direction
again.

Yep, she still had her eyes focused in his direction. Pretty
eyes, too. Warm, sparkly. He pulled his focus back to take in her entire face.
Whoa, she was gorgeous—thick, lush lips, long, flowing chestnut-brown hair and
bare shoulders. Those lips turned up into a brilliant smile that sent a punch
to his gut.

She looked younger than him. Not that he was old. He never
considered thirty-two a time to start picking out grave plots or anything.
Still, she couldn’t be much more than early twenties.

His young admirer leaned forward and sealed those shiny,
sinful lips around a straw while gazing at him. Tim’s throat dried up, bone,
desert dry. An excited tingle hit his groin. Something he hadn’t felt in far
too long. Even his brain woke up.

He must have looked pathetic because when she parted her
lips and released the straw, she laughed. He took a quick peek into the mirror
behind the bar and saw his stupid teenaged expression. Way to go, Rockwell. A
sexy young woman makes eye contact with you and you freak the fuck out.

Doing his best to mask the eager virgin look with one of
boredom, he lifted his beer and peered over the rim of the glass. Hottie stood
up from her stool, grabbed her drink and started walking. Great, he chased her
off. Chalk one up for the sad loser.

All that tingling in his thighs and lower abdomen fizzled
away. “Guess I’ll never know what those lips can do,” he mumbled. Disgusted
with himself, he gave one last look her way.

Holy hell, Hottie was still watching him and heading his
way. No tingling this time. No, a full-blown fire flared to life in his jeans
and spread as he got a good look at what she was wearing. That glove-tight,
off-the-shoulder, deep-blue top she wore accentuated her full, perky breasts.
As he forced his gaze to drop, he discovered said top stopped an inch above her
navel.

Tim swallowed hard. A sexy navel with, God help him, a
matching blue gem piercing. The sudden urge to lick it hit like a bolt of
lightning. Did he jerk on his stool?
Hold it together, moron. Don’t chase
her away.

Before she made it to the stool beside him, he took in the
tan shorts and ten miles of slender, sexy legs decorated at the feet with basic
black sandals. He nearly groaned when he saw her toenails painted the exact
shade of blue as her top and bellybutton piercing. Could toes be sexy? He never
noticed before.

His admirer cocked her hip and slid onto the stool next to
him. Tim fought to keep from panting. It wouldn’t look good to open his mouth
and drool. Big fucking turn-off.

“Mind if I join you?”

Luscious heat soothed over his body at the sound of her
rich, smoky voice. Added to that, a light ocean breeze scent settled around
him. Jesus, she smelled as fresh and vibrant as she looked. Tim swallowed hard,
nodded and hoped he didn’t sound like a pubescent teen when he spoke.

“Not at all.” He could feel his heart beat in his throat
with each word.

“I’m Jasmine.” As she spoke she held out her hand.

Hoping his palms weren’t sweaty, Tim took her hand in his.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jasmine.” He liked the way her name rolled off his
tongue, and her firm but gentle handshake. “That’s a pretty name. I’m Tim.”

“It’s an old family name. Tell me, Tim, what brings you to
Florida?”

More than a little surprised that she knew he wasn’t local,
Tim chuckled. “That obvious?”

One slender, sun-kissed shoulder hiked up slightly in a
shrug. “I’m good at reading people. It’s sort of a hobby.”

The tip of her finger slid around the rim of her glass.
“Vacation,” he muttered, mesmerized by her gentle touch. What would it feel
like to be touched like that?

“Are you having fun?” She picked up her glass, sealed her
lips around the straw and drew the bright-yellow drink into her mouth.

God, she had phenomenal lips. A door opened on that part of
his brain that he closed when he and Deb started dating. To hell with never
noticing another woman’s mouth. That would be the first thing he looked at from
now on.

“I am now.”

“You came here alone?” She set her glass down and lightly stroked
the thin stem.

“Yeah, I’m here alone. My friends and family said I’ve been
working too hard and wasn’t much fun anymore. I guess they thought I needed a
change of scenery.” He’d been staring at the beach for nearly a week, half-ass
watching all the young women running around barely covered. Jasmine was the
first picture of beauty he’d seen.

“Well, let’s see if we can have some fun.”

Jasmine stood and sauntered toward the DJ. Tim nearly fell
off his stool watching her long legs move, not to mention the perfect little
sway of her hips. If this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up. Please, no one
wake him up.

She smiled at the DJ, he leaned down and she spoke into his
ear. After a quick nod and a huge-ass smile, she headed back toward the bar.
Tim swigged his beer, hoping it would moisten his parched throat. No such luck.
This woman burned him up.

A rocking little Spanish song blared out into the bar.
Jasmine hooked her finger inside the front of his shirt and tugged him toward
the dance floor. He had the image of himself following like a puppy with his
tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

“I don’t know how to dance,” he shouted over the music.
Great, now he’d seriously look like a fool.

Jasmine smiled, put one hand on his shoulder, took his and
placed it on her hip. “It’s not hard. Follow me.”

He expected some outrageous, gyrating, spaz attack dance.
What he got was an easy one-two step with a little hip shimmy, and man did he
enjoy feeling her hip beneath his palm. Halfway through the tune he realized he
was smiling and laughing. Before he knew it, he found himself singing along.
Sure, he didn’t have a clue what the words meant, but they rolled sweetly off
his tongue, kind of like her name.

When the song ended she led him into another simple dance to
a more modern tune. As everyone around them did the bump and grind, Jasmine
moved more seductively. Tim loosely wrapped his arm around her waist as she
swayed her hips. Every once in a while her breasts would brush against his
chest. The slight, barely there whisper of soft flesh stole his breath, but not
nearly as much as when she moved in closer, turned sideways and let her hip
skim over his semi-erection.

He knew he had no business being with this vivacious woman.
She dressed, moved and conducted herself with class. He wore a pair of faded
jeans and classic white tee, moved to the music with a clumsy jerk and had no
clue how to casually flirt. And he didn’t give a damn.

Jasmine made him smile, made him feel alive and worthwhile
again. After six months of wallowing in self-pity, it felt good to have the
attention of a beautiful woman.

Two songs later they headed back to their seats at the bar.
Jasmine pushed his old beer aside, waved down the bartender and ordered drinks
for them.

“When are you leaving?”

Tim took a strand of her hair and let it curl around his
finger. How did it do that? “Tomorrow.” She didn’t seem to mind him playing
with the tendril.

“What do you think? Will you venture back to our little
corner of the state someday?”

“I hadn’t planned on it but I’ve learned to never say
never.” Up until an hour ago he thought for sure women were a thing of the past
for him. Jasmine and her soft touch, sunny scent and easy way had him thinking
differently now.

“You know how I said I like to read people? I’m going to sum
you up. You don’t have to elaborate on details, I just want to know if I have
you pegged right.”

Tim cocked an eyebrow. “Um, okay.”

“Relax.” Her hand glided down his thigh, causing every
muscle to tense. “You’ve been hurt by someone you loved deeply. Getting past it
hasn’t come easily. You came on this little adventure hoping to jump-start a
new phase of life. I’m guessing it hasn’t worked out as you hoped.”

He couldn’t help but smile. She pretty much nailed him. “Yes
to being hurt. Yes to having trouble getting past it. I didn’t come on this
trip willingly. My friends and sister were going to send me to an asylum if I
didn’t get away for a while.”

She stole his breath when she smiled. “Good for your friends
and sister.”

“How did you know it wasn’t working out?”

She leaned in. “I sat at the end of the bar for a while,
watching you. You’re very expressive, by the way. I could tell you were having
a conversation with yourself and you weren’t liking the direction it took. For
a moment I thought you might actually punch yourself.”

That thought made him toss his head back and laugh. She had
no idea how close to the truth she was. “So you make it your mission to cheer
up pathetic-looking men?”

“No. Believe it or not, I don’t do this sort of thing ever.
I was bored tonight. They have good music here so I thought I’d come soak up
some atmosphere instead of vegetating at home. You caught my eye, though. When
I first sat down I saw a man who liked to have fun. The more I watched, the
more I could see someone, or something, sucked that fun out of you.”

“You should get a job at one of those psychic hotlines.” She
only knew his name but knew more about him than his ex.

The bartender pushed two purple-looking drinks in front of
them. His had a yellow umbrella, hers a pink. He never had a fruity, frothy
drink before. If his buddies saw him with it he’d never hear the end, but he
decided, what the hell. He took a sip.

“It has a shot of everything in it,” Jasmine told him.

It rolled over his tongue and down his throat so sweetly it
reminded him of her. Yeah, if she had a flavor, this would be it. Sweet with
enough kick to keep it exciting. Both heads on his body jolted to life. One
currently demanded the feel of this woman whose name, voice and choice of
drinks tasted so sweet on his tongue.

The other, the one on his shoulders, had boldly decided that
trying new things was the way to go forward with his life. So what if he looked
weird drinking a purple concoction with an umbrella? So what if he never became
intimate with a woman after knowing her for only a few hours? Jasmine had
changed his taste and he planned on savoring her before he hopped on the plane
home.

“Do I detect a shift inside you?”

Tim looked her right in the eye. “Jasmine, you’ve opened my
eyes and I like what I see. Not just here but down the road.”

“Good.” She beamed at him as if pleased that she’d pulled
this pitiful man out of the gutter.

“Is there a man in the picture?” He wanted to know straight
up. He didn’t believe in poaching.

She cocked her head sideways slightly, giving him an
unmistakably heated look. “No. I’m as free as a bird.”

“Not tonight you aren’t.” He led her to the dance floor. She
slid willingly into his arms where she seduced him with soft brushes of her
breasts against his chest and hot strokes of her fingers on his neck.

Words weren’t needed. They knew this flash of a relationship
would be over by dawn. Part of him regretted that while his intellectual side
knew it was the only way. He needed this, her, right now. Her reasoning was her
business.

All around them couples did the modern day version of the
mating dance. Slapping asses, dry humping, barely covered breasts jiggling free
from sparse material, men thrusting their hips. He and Jasmine did the dance of
slow seduction.

She pressed against him, her core snuggling up tight against
his obvious erection. Tim followed the gentle sway of her hips as his hand
slipped around her back and rested at the curve above her ass. He made each
movement carefully, giving her time to protest.

No protests. She simply leaned in, captured his earlobe with
those thick lips and lashed the flesh with her tongue. A moan rolled from his
throat. At the same time his hand pressed her tighter against him. His balls
were pulling up tight and he hoped the zipper in his jeans didn’t decide to
give now. He would sell his soul to feel those lips wrapped around his cock. He
hadn’t had a good blowjob since he and what’s-her-name started dating. She
detested the act and he didn’t push.

No more. If he wanted something, damn it, he was going after
it. Jasmine released his earlobe and traveled down the column of his neck. She
kissed, lapped with the tip of her tongue and then inched down. A five-alarm
fire raged in his groin. He wanted to touch her, cup her firm breasts in his
palms and torment her nipples the way she was tormenting him. They had time
though. He’d rein in his control and when the time came it would be so much
sweeter.

“You’re a very sexy man, Tim Rockwell,” she whispered over
his Adam’s apple.

He slipped his hand around her neck and lifted her face.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Jasmine, and I’m about to lose my control.”

“Then maybe we should slow it down a bit.” She looked
around. “See that booth back in the corner? Go grab it and I’ll get our
drinks.”

She pulled away slowly. He missed her heat instantly.
Eagerly he forged through the crowd to grab the dark corner booth. When she
came across the floor the strobe lights glinted off her bellybutton piercing.
Damn but he wanted to lick that, he wanted to lick all of her.

As she approached he stood, letting her sit inside. Tim
picked up his purple drink and sipped through the straw. Jasmine did the same.

“Has anyone ever told you, you have the most sinful lips?”

She smiled. “No.”

“It’s as if they’re begging to be tasted.”

She set her glass down, dropped her hand to his thigh and
stroked until her knuckles brushed his erect cock through his jeans. A jolt of
electricity coursed through him. God, when was the last time he’d gotten this
hard?

“Then maybe you should taste them,” she whispered, leaning
in.

He brushed his lips against hers. He could taste her drink
on the silky-soft flesh, turning the basic act into a feeding frenzy. Mentally
gripping his control, Tim kissed her, slid his tongue over her plump bottom lip
and sucked it gently. Jasmine returned the favor, lightly nipping at his.

The music lowered to a dull roar in the background until all
he could hear was the hammering of his heart. With her tucked back in the booth
out of sight, Tim slipped his hand over her bare thigh, tucking it between her
legs. Jasmine sighed, her sweet, warm breath washing over his face.

After a few gentle strokes across her satiny skin, he let
his hand slide up until he felt her bare midriff. Very gently he tugged on the
piercing. “Did this hurt?”

“A little bit of pain mixed with pleasure,” she responded
before kissing his jawline.

Something popped in his brain. Did she mean what he thought?
Did she like a little bit of pain? All those questions evaporated when she
slipped her hand between his thighs and cupped the bulge in his jeans.

“Breathe, Tim,” she purred.

Yep, his brain melted. He couldn’t remember how to breathe.
Her tiny hand squeezed around him so tight his lungs finally expelled the stale
air.

“I wish I could slip my hand down inside your jeans,” she
whispered in his ear. “I want to feel more of you.”

Her voice had become husky, filled with passion and it
heated his blood further. Tim found her mouth again, this time kissing her with
desperation. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let him know she needed it as much
as he did.

The lights suddenly came up in the bar as the DJ announced
last call. Tim had gotten so lost in her lips he never noticed the music stop
playing. “Do we take this further?” he asked in a raspy voice.

Jasmine answered with another squeeze of his cock.
“Absolutely.”