didn’t object with the club around them.
“Fantastic. Sexy. I don’t know. There’s so many people here.”
He laughed, his fingers massaging the nape of her neck. “Look in the corner, baby. Ice and Soleil are already going at it.”
The lights in the bar were dim. They weren’t expecting the Diamondbacks until the early morning hours. He caught Scarlet’s head and turned her face toward the stage, where Ice was sitting on a stair, Soleil on his lap, her breasts in his hands, while she moved on him rhythmically. It was impossible to tell if he was pumping in her ass or pussy, but she was moaning, and he had his head thrown back.
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