Page 81 of Never Enough

Her delicate fingers reached in and pulled out one of the several foil packets he’d stashed there. As soon as he knew she had it, she started giggling. “Flavored? Seriously?”

“Huh?”

She showed him the packaging. The howl of laughter burst out before he could stop it. “Fuckin’ TB threw the box at me in the armory as a joke. Motherfucker opened up the box and switched out my brand for this shit. He’s so getting a confetti cannon inside his Humvee when weget home.”

“Can I help?”

He laughed harder. “Sugar cat, you can bomb his car yourself. I’ll be your lookout. Dare I ask what flavor it is?”

Holding up the packet to the moonlight, she looked at the label. “Cowboy Carl’s Every Flavored Cock,” she read off the packet. “Seriously? Who comes up with this shite?” She tore the corner off the packet and gave it a tentative lick. “Black licorice.”

“Eww.” He made a face. “At least they’re not lubed on the inside with ginger or anything.” Then he shuddered. “Ouch.”

He moved to take the packet from Gem, but before he could, she ripped it open the rest of the way with her teeth and spit the top piece off to the side. She slid it from the packaging and shoved the foil back in his pocket. What happened next… his brain wouldn’t wrap around it, no matter how much it tried.

When he reached for the condom, she shook her head. “Put me down.”

He felt his heart rate pick up again. Hands still palming her ass, he eased his weight off her against the door and helped her slide down his body. He was frozen for a moment, but that was all the time she needed. She dropped to her knees between him and the door, and his brain flew to the moments in Riquewihr when she was in much the same position, trying to pick the locks of the antique shop.

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Joke’s on him. Black licorice is my favorite flavor.”

With that final statement, Gem popped the condom in her mouth. He watched her intently as her hands slid up his legs from shin to thigh to hip. His cock pointed straight at her, a bead of precum already welling at the tip, and he used every ounce of his control to keep from hauling her up his body to slam her back up against the door. Gripping her hands at hiships, he let her surround the tip with her mouth, smoothing the latex down his shaft.

She took her time, and he felt his eyes try to roll back in his head. Her lips were rounded to the rolled material, pressing firmly to his cock as she moved down his length. After about three inches, he felt her back off him, a teasing tip of her tongue sliding along his dick to test how well the material was fitting to the skin on the underside.

Don’t stop! Whatever you fucking do, don’t stop!

Firm pressure on the second downstroke took the condom another inch past where she’d previously stopped, and on the way back, he watched her bare her teeth and lightly drag them along the latex.

“Fuck, sugar cat! More.”

He agonized through a repeat of her actions, pushing the condom farther down on his dick, then barely dragging her teeth back up toward the tip.

“You can go a little harder, pretty baby.”

On her next pass, he felt her teeth pushing the last of the material around him. He worried he was crushing her fingers as he clamped them to his sides, but her hum of laughter at his panting breaths, squeezing fingers, and twitching hips told him she was more than good with his reactions.

He tried. He really did. But his palms could no longer remain on top of hers. He speared his fingers through her curls to shape around her skull and hold her head firmly. He didn’t force it, but with each subsequent stroke and glide from her to him, he encouraged her to go just a little deeper until, finally, she buried his cock in her throat, her nose pressed deeply into his skin.

“Fuck, sugar cat,” he ground out. Or at least he thought he said it. Maybe it was just in his head because he knew he wasn’tthinking clearly. It just felt too good being buried in the warm, wet heat of her mouth.

Gem’s response was to drag her index fingers down the Adonis belt grooves leading to his cock, and then she made a sharp detour so that her hands could wrap around his ass cheeks and pull him even tighter to her. There was a humming sound that came from her, then the flat of her tongue began to massage the underside of his cock. At least, what was in her mouth and not her throat.

What the hell? She did not… Oh my god, yes, she did because she’s doing it again. Marry this woman! Marry her now! Tie her up! Carry her off! Hide her in a cave!

The tip of her tongue fluttered at the base of his shaft, retreated, and then he felt her jaw drop like a cobra. Her tongue slipped past her lips and curled along the front of his balls. As he opened his mouth to thank any god he could come up with for her lack of gag reflex, the pool of saliva she had generated coated him, allowing her to bring them inside her mouth along with his dick. Between her reflexive swallows, the massaging tongue, and the incredible amount of saliva she was generating, he wasn’t going to last long.

The only thing that would make this better is if there was no condom. I’m not sure whether to thank TB or spray ginger on all the cotton swabs in his bathroom.

One hand moved from the back of her skull to smooth back the rebel curl. “Make sure you get every bit of that licorice taste, woman, because I’m going to fuck you stupid in about twenty seconds,” he warned.

She winked at him.

She fucking winked at me!

He chuckled. “Something wrong with your eye, sugar cat?”

He caught the naughty twinkle in her eyes as she watched him from down below, and she made a huge show of backingoff his cock. The groan she pulled from him was long and low. “Please remind me to thank TB for the prank condom.”

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