Page 12 of Café Diablo

Ned

My fingers are sticky and I hate it. They feel gross and tacky as I clutch the goblet Olivia’s given me, yet to defy her—and show her who’s in charge—I drink the simmering concoction.

My mouth fills with the hot thick syrup of the drink, which tastes like fire and alcohol and rude decadence. And then suddenly, an ungodly moan breaks from my lips that’s raw and unlawful and mortifying. Fuck! This damn Café Diablo drink tastes distressingly good! Not just good, but—

“What the—?”

My cock throbs and I feel hands—

Inmy pants.

“What are—?”

I look down and this gorgeous vixen beneath me is suddenly on her knees with her dark hair shining and her hands in my pants. No, not just in my pants, her hands are wrapping around my semi-hard cock!

“Woah, okay! Hold on!”

I jolt my hips back, my mind buzzing, but her hands are fast and warm, and my cock fucking loves it. Only, I don’t really know this woman and we may have been playing a tit-for-tat one-up-each-other game all night, but—

Olivia unleashes me from my pants and slides me between her red-hot lips.

“Holy shit!” She sheaths my cock with her mouth and starts to suck. “Oh God! Oh fuuuu—!”

I almost drop the drink on top of her, lurching forward and grabbing the railing with my free hand to steady myself. Because—Holy Jesus!—those lips and that tongue! Oh wow. Oh no, no words, nope … fuuuuuuck!

I barely hold onto the giant goblet, clinging to it with our wrists still cuffed together as my knees go weak and she takes me deeper.

This is not happening. This sexy incredible demon-woman is not swallowing my cock, and it doesn’t feel like that drink incarnate. Her mouth is not warm and naughty and making me so damn hard I’m gasping.

“Jesus, Olivia! Holy shit!”

We can’t be doing this! Not here. Not out in public. We’re going to get arrested for indecent exposure.

“Olivia!” I hiss, not sure I’m making words, as her tongue swirls over my head and I thicken completely under her teasing. “Devil, what are you—? You can’t be—!”

She hums in response, as if to say,Yeah, but I am!and the vibrations of her lips ripple over my cock, making me tense and delirious. I’m propped against the railing, looking viciously over my shoulder to see if anyone is nearby. No one is, thank God! Miraculously, she’s lead us to a corner that’s completely hidden from the party.

I don’t know how, or why—other than we’re both drunk—but this gorgeous, sexy, infuriating woman that I’ve wanted to kiss one minute and murder the next is going down on me. I never, in a million years, imagined she’d be interested in me, much less—Oh God! She’s latched on like the world is ending and this is the last blow job in the universe.

My legs tense and she strokes the root of my shaft, hollowing her cheeks as she hums and takes me deeper.

My brain is a fog.

My cock is on cloud nine.

And then, Olivia looks up at me through those gorgeous fucking lashes while she’s down on her knees, and gives me a look of victory like she’s got me exactly where she wants.

Anger and lust streak through me and I’m pissed off—wanting to fuck her mouth so hard it wipes that grin of victory right off. But I don’t, because I’m a fucking gentleman, and this was supposed to be a flirty little thing, get the key, and go home. Only, she’s a demon taking me down her throat, like I taste better than the sticky monstrosity of a drink in my hand.

“Oh God! Your mouth is amazing, but you don’t have to do this, Olivia, you—!” I grind out, my frustration and anger and surprise all wrapped up in my panting. But she only sucks harder in response, making me jack-knife forward to brace myself against the railing and keep myself from toppling over.

She’s on fire and I’m completely out of my league. I’ve had way too much to drink and we shouldn’t—I don’t even know her, this is moving way too fast—but here she is with her lips and mouth licking and teasing. God, this has to be a hallucination that I’m imagining.

I slosh the drink—completely out of my mind and off balance as my cock throbs and twitches. The splash of black alcohol causes Olivia to pull back and release me from her mouth, making me moan as she unfastens herself. I stare down at her, panting, my cock wet with her saliva. The image below me is completely indecent: my pants unbuckled, Olivia looking up doe-eyed, her tits barely held in by that silky shirt, my hard cock only inches from her swollen mouth.

Thisdoesn’t happen to me. It happens to Connor maybe, but me? Oh no. I don’t do this. I don’t even know how this is happening. I am not the kind of guy that women—

Olivia smiles up at me wickedly and through my haze of intoxication I realize that part of the reason she’s on her knees is because I never would have expected it—this was the ace up her sleeve.

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