Menace (Scarlet Scars #1)(76)

I suck the taste of her off of me before pulling them back out, my wet fingertips tracing her lips. “You ever taste yourself?”

“Do you?”

I slip my fingers into her mouth and groan as she wraps her lips around them, sucking, her tongue caressing my fingertips. “All the time.”

Her eyes widen as she releases my fingers, pulling her mouth away. “You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“No.”

“Well, then, there you go.”

I sit down beside her. Slowly, she rises up, pushing away from the bed, and drops down to the floor on her knees.

She sits there, looking up at me, but keeps her hands to herself.

“Is there something you want, Scarlet?”

“Do you like how it tastes?”

The question bursts out of her, like she’s been dying to ask it. I laugh, taking a page from her book by flipping it around. “Do you?”

She shrugs, carefully reaching toward me, like she’s afraid I might bite. She unbuttons my pants and pulls down the zipper, her hand slipping inside. I groan as she palms my cock, stroking a few times in the confinement of my pants, before she pulls it out.

“Condom?” she asks.

I nod my head toward the bedside stand, and she pulls the small drawer open, looking in. She keeps one hand on my cock, stroking, as she searches through my stash with the other, grabbing a plain condom. Nothing special about it. She uses her teeth, tearing the packet, and pulls out the condom, promptly popping it in her mouth.

In her f*cking mouth.

The condom.

The entire thing.

Before I can say anything, she goes down on me, wrapping her lips around my cock, starting at the tip, and takes the entirety of it down her throat in one deep stroke, not stopping as she gags.

“Goddamn, woman,” I groan, my hands grasping the back of her head, my gaze flickering to the ceiling fan above as tingles flow through me. Round and round it goes, as Scarlet’s mouth works up and down a few strokes.

She pulls away then, way too soon, and I look down at the condom rolled on my cock.

She put the f*cking thing on with her mouth.

Her mouth.

“Witchcraft,” I say as she stands up, shoving against my chest, pushing me so she can climb onto my lap. She straddles me, as I lean back, propping up on my elbows on the bed.

She sinks down onto me—warm, and tight, and wet… so f*cking wet. Where I’m sitting, she doesn’t have much room, but she doesn’t need it. She rolls her hips, arching her back, slowly moving, my cock sliding in and out just enough to drive me crazy. Parts of me are tingling that should never tingle as she teases me. Teases me.

The woman is giving me a lap dance while I’m balls-deep in her *.

I raise up a bit, reaching out, my fingertips brushing across a tit, circling a nipple. I’m about to pinch that son of a bitch when Scarlet slaps my hand. SMACK. “No touching.”

The sharp blow stings, catching me off guard. I pull my hand back, stalling mid-air. She hit me. Hit me. And not just some love tap... a full on f*cking slap. “Hit me again. I dare you.”

“If you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I will.”

She sounds pretty damn sure of herself. I lower my hand, propping on my elbow again as I stare at her.

Look, let’s be real here. It takes a lot of balls to lay a hand on me. I’ll cut the damn thing off and beat you to death with it, let you die by your own hand, since you must be suicidal to try that shit. I’m not even going to sit here and pretend the urge to lash out didn’t strike me the second I felt the sting, but being as my balls are aching for a release, that’s not really in my best interest.

So I do some meditative woosah bullshit and calm the hell down, since I’m not into necrophilia, and I’d rather be f*cking her than killing her at the moment. I might be a bit screwed up in the head, but I’m not that far gone.

“I’m not paying for this shit,” I tell her.

A smirk turns the corners of her lips as she says, “Didn’t think you would.”

Scarlet f*cks around for a little while longer, tits tauntingly in my face, slowly riding me. She’s trying to get a rise out of me. Figuratively, that is. I’m already as hard as a rock, but it’s the rest of me she wants heated.

I’m going to tell you a secret.

A big secret.

It’s working.

What she’s doing, the way she moves? The way her body fits on top of mine, forming to me, warming me? It’s got me feeling some type of way. I want to throw her off and pin her down, f*ck her until she can’t even walk and then make her crawl out of my goddamn house. But then I’d just want to drag her right back, because she’s under my skin, and what she’s doing? It’s hot.

I can think of a lot worse ways to spend my time.

So I wait her out.

Eventually, she sighs, leaning down over me, bringing her face just inches from mine, as she whispers, “You’re good at this.”

“At what?”

“At being a f*cking jackass.”

Laughing, I grab her, yanking her off and throwing her over on the bed before she can stop me. She lets out a loud squeal, startled, before she starts giggling.

She’s f*cking giggling.

I crawl on top of her, shoving my way between her legs, forcing her knees up to her chest with my weight pressing against them, pinning her there. She reaches for me, but I grab her wrists, holding them as she struggles. “Wait! This isn’t fair!”