“This tastes likecoughsyrup! What the fuck?”
“Then give it back,” I laughed, attempting to take it from her. It got me a hand slap.
“No. My turn.” I nuzzled into her neck, nipping her skin with my teeth, distracting her while she tried to come up with something to level the board. “Tell me why you killed Mr. Nightshade.” I paused, raising my head. “Conor. Why’d you torture him that night?”
“I told you that already. He disrespected you.”
“Yeah, but you never told mehow.”
I cocked my head and leaned it into my palm, smiling down at her. “I think the word he used was…cute? Or somethin’ to that effect. And I watched the video feed from when you’d first arrived at the house. That was an extremely thorough pat-down.” Her eyes rolled and her tongue clicked on the lollipop.
“You can’t be fucking serious.”
“Why not?”
Her brows relaxed, and I knew right then she’d got me. “You tied him to a chair and cut off his fingers—one of them distinctly marked with one of the tattoos I’m assuming you all have—and you’re gonna try and tell me it was because hecomplimentedme?” I opened my mouth to argue, but…nothing came out. “What was the real reason?”Clever wee shite. My smirk stretched. I raised up onto my knees between her legs and tugged my shirt over my head. “Ahhh…interesting.”
Time to get a bit more serious.
I settled on top of her again, taking the lollipop stick between my teeth, and this time she let me have it. I flipped it with my tongue, leaving her wide-eyed while I sucked the candy part of it into my mouth. She should see me with a cherry stem. “Would you let me take you on a real date?” We’ve already exchanged bodily fluids in a morgue, fucked in a hearse, and buried bodies together…but this…this changes everything. If she says yes, she confirms the idea that she wants more from this after the job is done and her end of the deal is over. And I can tell…she’s not ready to reveal what side of that war is winning.
Some part of me was almost disappointed to see her slide her hands to her hips and start slipping those tiny shorts down. But I kind of expected it. I lifted off of her enough to give her room…and I’m right. Naked as the day she was born. “Guess I lose…shucks.”
I smiled and let the lollipop drop out of my mouth…right between her tits. She flinched. “Oops…” My eyes stayed glued to hers while I dragged it down her body…past her navel…over her pelvic bone. “Ask me my favorite flavor…”
“No.” I slid the candy through her slit and she started breathing harder. “Show me.” My cock went rogue as soon as she raised her knees and spread them apart. “Show me…” she whispered.
I leaned forward, keeping my eyes on hers while my tongue pressed the hard candy into the bud of her clit, swirling around the nerves I knew were twisting her into a fucking disaster. She cursed under her breath, blindly riding my face and I moved the lollipop lower, sucking her clit into my mouth and shoving it inside her. Her head fell back, and I smiled, my tongue moving furiously over that spot until I didn’t taste cough syrup anymore. Her thighs held me hostage…meandmy lollipop…while she dragged out a shattered moan and came on her parents’ bed.
That’s my good girl.
I soothed her with gentle strokes of my palm down the side of her thigh until she stopped shaking and kissed that perfect pussy as I eased back, slipping the lollipop out. Seven raised her head, panting, and watched a trail of her cum follow the candy back up to my mouth. I made a show of savoring every drop of it until it cracked between my molars and I swallowed it down like fine whiskey.
“See?” I smiled, tossing the stick over my shoulder and kissing the inside of her raised knee. “Everybody wins, baby.”
CHAPTER 21
The Mortician
I just got fucked with alollipop.
The attention this man has to detail and how quickly he can have me erupt all over his face is seriously beginning to astound me. The way he acts like I taste of fuckingdivinityhas me wondering why I keep hesitating every time he asks me out. It’s not that I don’t want to…it’s that Ido, and I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about that. I have this burning need to put his dick in my mouth, if for no other reason than gratitude. But he’s still got his pants, and I need to think of something to get him as naked as he was back at that warehouse. It seems like the questions about his family or whatever he’s involved in are off-limits. I’m going with it.
“It’s my turn,” I breathed, my pussy still throbbing after seeing goddamnstars. His teeth were tracing the lines of an abstract tattoo that winds up the inside of my thigh, and the fucker smiled, cutting a side-eye at me.
“Trying to get me nude,Nathair Bheag?” His head moved lower, and my body locked up while his green eyes pinned me down, eyeing everything leaking out of me that I’m positive he’s about to make a meal of.Fuck, where does he come from?“Let’s see what you’ve got while I enjoy the rest of my sweets.” That skilled tongue mopped up what his lollipop left behind…inside and out, and I tried to keep my train of thought from derailing.
“F-fuck,” I exhaled, sliding my legs further open and spearing a hand through his copper hair. That train is fucked. No survivors.
“Come on, lass…I got faith in you.”
Think, stupid. God, it’s so good…
“Tell me—ugh…t-tell me why you wear another man’s wedding ring…” His assault on my pussy immediately halted. He left me breathing like I was about to drown, and I’m pretty sure I was edging on my second orgasm in less than five minutes. I looked down to see his brows lowered in defeat. He’s not gonna tell me. “Thought not…take ‘em off.”
“Well, aren’t you the clever one? I knew you’d ask eventually. It’s a story for another time.” Malek raised up onto his knees again, hooking his thumbs into the waist of his sweats and pulling them down his thighs until that pierced monster stared me right in the face. I barely registered the maneuver he had to pull off to get his pants past his ankles. His tattooed fingers wrapped around the shaft and the chess piece looked like a crown around the head of ecstasy in the fuckingflesh. I want it in my mouth. “You got me naked. Tell me what you want, Seven Grey.”
“I have another question…”
