DoubleTeamHer
Page 10
“W-what about those categories?” A pointless thing to ask, I knew, but if I didn’t distract myself before she “tasted” me, I would explode. Way too early. Right here and now in a setting not yet intended for titillation.
Had she been this bold back then?
Her tongue did a swirly trek down my belly while her hands yanked my pants and boxers to my knees. “Well, over here,” she whispered, gesturing to the corner, “there’ll be lots of beds for gang bangs or sex play of any sort, along with spectator seats.”
She kissed my hips, avoiding my cock, now fully hard and throbbing like a son of a bitch. Her hand closed around the base, just above my balls.
I slapped the wall on either side of me and prayed my trembling legs wouldn’t give out on me. “Sounds…sounds like an excellent idea.”
Her mouth pursed and she set her lips on the tip of my penis, faint as a feather yet with enough electricity to send a shock straight to my heart. “Foot massage chairs and massage tables’ll be over yonder, and let me tell you, these ain’t gonna be your ordinary massages—if you know what I mean…”
“Yes, I think I do. I’ll bet there’ll be nothing ordinary about it.”
The wet blade of her tongue skated around my cock in a random path. She took a slurp and smacked her lips. “Uhn-uhn-uuhn. Oh yeah, tastes way better than I remember.”
My head fell back and slammed against the wall. “Ah, Dixie, what the hell are you doing to me?” I could barely talk. My voice sounded just short of that thirty seconds of bliss that washes through a man before coming.
“Why, I’m discussing my club with you, sweetheart.” Her hand stroked upward, her mouth came down on me, pulling about half of my cock past her lips, just as she’d warned she’d do.
I groaned and closed my eyes, my arousal heightened by the dusty smell of sawdust, the grind of tools, country music blasting from a contractor’s iPod deck, deep voices and—oh god, help me—the warm wetness of her tongue exploring my dick.
“And over there in a separate little room,” she said in a muffled voice while gesturing to another corner, “will be a huge hot tub, a steamy sauna and—” She slurped and sucked me, luring me closer to release. “And I’ll have sex swings dangling around the room and above the dance floor, private ‘escort’ rooms upstairs, porno movies on flat screens everywhere and of course strippers. But that’s only the beginning.”
I looked down the length of my stomach.
Her gaze never left mine. She lifted her shirt and dragged her taut brown nipples over my balls.
I hissed and finally gave in to the urge to tangle my hands in her thick hair. “Besides the obvious, what do you want from me, Dixie?”
“I want you. I’m soliciting you.” She reached up and scraped her fingernails from my chest, down my stomach and around to my ass just the way she used to.
A shiver rippled up my spine. My asshole tingled. I tightened my ass muscles to ward off her probing finger and jerked her head closer so her mouth pressed against my erection. “For what? What the hell is this all about?”
She tipped her head to the side and dragged her lips up and down my cock. When her mouth reached the tip, she licked away the drop of pre-cum and whispered, “I’m ‘whoring’ myself. I’ll finish sucking you off if you agree to quit your cop job and become the head of security here. I need someone desperately. Someone I can trust and someone I know can do the job.”
The old scattered puzzle pieces started to come together. This wasn’t about rekindling an old relationship. It was business. Pure and simple business.
But had I wanted it to be more? No. No, I hadn’t.
Then why did disappointment sag in my gut as if I’d choked down a huge rock?
I shook it off, knowing the last thing I needed following that fiasco with Jaz and Gio was to jump right into another woman’s bed whether I knew them or not.
However, I could use relief from the torture this tease had inflicted on me in fifteen minutes flat.
“Trust?” I slid my thumbs under her chin and tipped her head back, forcing her to gaze directly into my eyes. “You really think you can trust me after I put you through so much hell and then dumped you like an arrogant jerk?”
Her jaw tensed beneath my fingers. She narrowed her eyes. “I’ve clawed my way out of hell. And you’re still an arrogant jerk. But that doesn’t change the fact that I need you. I need you to help me, and if you refuse then I refuse to…finish you off and swallow.”
“You’re a witch.”
“Well, you’re a demon.” She trailed her tongue along the veiny surface of my dick and circled it around the head.
I fought to keep my teeth from grinding and the fire in my groin from incinerating my balls. It would normally have been the only thing on my mind in an erotic situation like this yet her proposition piqued my interest.
I’d love to turn my badge in.
But did I want to go from a job based on morality and honor to one based on sinfulness, corruption and possible criminality?
Dixie took my cock deep into her throat, her warmth capping the head of my prick. She picked up the pace and sucked me right to the edge of orgasm.
“What do you say, Frank?” She sucked and licked some more. “Will you work for me?”
Work for her? She was working for me at the moment.
My sac tightened and ached. I needed to come or I’d die. I’d scream so loud I’d have the whole crew rushing over to investigate. Evidently—based on that wicked look of hers and her excellent “whoring” and “soliciting” skills—Dixie recalled how to torture me. She bobbed and sucked and licked some more, bringing me to the brink of insanity.
“Well?” Her eyebrows arched.
What else could I say? What else could I do? Say, “No, I won’t work for you” and walk away from the bliss that loomed just seconds away?
Hell no.
“Okay, Dixie. You win. I’ll quit my job and come to work for you.” I yanked her head up by the hair.
She whimpered but her eyes smoldered with desire.
I guided her mouth to my cock and said, “But first I’m going to ‘come’ in your mouth.”
The groan that erupted from her chest vibrated up my dick. I could swear her mouth curled in a smile around my cock.
But all I cared about was getting off. I tightened my fingers in the hair on her scalp and jerked up and down so her mouth stroked me. Ah. There it was. My head clunked against the wall and I released a howl of ecstasy. The orgasm barreled over me. My cum shot into her throat.
Just as she’d promised, she swallowed it then licked and smacked her lips. “Mmm, you taste even better than I remember.”
Damn.
I guess that meant I had to hold up my end of the bargain too. I’d agreed a minute ago simply to get relief.
Now that I thought about it without the distraction of this hot piece of ass teasing me to insanity, it just might be an interesting change.
I guess I’d work for her.
And pray to hell she’d continue to solicit me.
About Titania Ladley
Titania Ladley is a multi-published erotic romance author and registered nurse living in the upper Midwest USA with her husband and teen son. She has been published with Ellora's Cave since 2004 writing in various genres including paranormal, historical, contemporary, male/male, gay/lesbian, menage, vampire, sci-fi, and light BDSM. She also writes for Ellora's Cave under the pseudonym Roxana Blaze.
Titania welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
Tell Us What You Think
We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You can email the author directly or you can email us at Service@ellorascave.com (when contacting Customer Service, be sure to state the book title and author).
Also by Titania Ladley
Bat Scratch Fever
Curse of the Black Widow
Heads or Tails?
&
nbsp; Jennie in a Bottle
Kaydee & the Tramp
Lipstick Leslee
Me Tarzan, You Jewel
Moonlight Mirage
Naughty & Spice
Pretty in Kink
Spell of the Chameleon
Strip Her
Sultan of Sinn
Thieves & Lovers 1: A Wanton’s Thief
Thieves & Lovers 2: A Gypsy’s Thief
Thieves & Lovers 3: A Witch’s Thief
Wilder’s Bandit
You’ve Got Irish Male
Print books by Titania Ladley
Jennie in a Bottle
Me Tarzan, You Jewel
Moonlite Mirage
More Than Magick anthology
Thieves & Lovers 1: A Wanton’s Thief
Thieves & Lovers 2: A Gypsy’s Thief
Ellora’s Cave Publishing
www.ellorascave.com
Double-Team Her
ISBN 9781419991295
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Double-Team Her Copyright © 2014 Titania Ladley
Edited by Grace Bradley
Cover design by Erin Dameron-Hill
Cover photography by 123rf.com: Vitaly Valua, Vasily Pindyurin, Georgios Kollidas, Adam Radosavljevic, denchik
Electronic book publication March 2014
The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.
Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
The publisher and author(s) acknowledge the trademark status and trademark ownership of all trademarks, service marks and word marks mentioned in this book.
The publisher does not have any control over, and does not assume any responsibility for, author or third-party Web sites or their content.
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com to find erotic reading experiences that will leave you breathless. You can also find our books at all the major e-tailers (Barnes & Noble, Amazon Kindle, Sony, Kobo, Google, Apple iBookstore, All Romance eBooks, and others).
www.ellorascave.com