Falling for the Enemy(22)
“So fucking perfect.”
Bobbing her head, she sucked in her cheeks and heard him curse.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
That was a lot of fucks.
“I’m going to come, baby.”
She moaned, taking him deep. His cock jerked in her mouth, and seconds later the first spurt of his cum coated the back of her throat. She swallowed him down and drank every drop until he pulled on her hair.
Trey didn’t leave it at that. He arranged her spread out on the sofa, her legs splayed open wide. In the next breath he dived between her thighs, licking and sucking at her.
June cried out as his nibbled and sucked on her clit. His fingers penetrated her pussy and ass. She was so turned on from what he was doing. His tongue focused on her clit as two fingers reamed her ass and another two fucked her cunt.
She held onto the back of the sofa, trying to keep herself grounded from all the pleasure.
Within moments she was climaxing, gripping both of his hands, and he hurtled her over the finish line and into bliss.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Trey wiping his fingers on tissue but licking his chin.
“We’re even,” he said.
“I didn’t think we were keeping count.”
“We’re not, but I love to show my girl my oral skills. Especially after she swallows.” Her cheeks heated, but the answering pulse between her thighs made her moan.
“I’m always happy to give my man what he wants.” She reached up, taking his head in her hands and tasted herself on his lips. “But now you’ve got to leave. I’ve got work in the morning, and you’ll keep me awake all night. I don’t want to be awake all night.”
Chapter Eight
The following day Trey was tattooing a cobra around a man’s arm. The muscled biker had been in the chair for half an hour. Glancing toward the waiting room he saw all of the guy’s friends waiting for him. Several women were muttering to themselves, flashing their own tats and stroking each other. The scene would be every guy’s fantasy, but Trey couldn’t get past the image of June on her knees before him, sucking his cock.
“Are you all right? Are my people distracting you? I can get them all the fuck out,” the biker said.
“No, I’m good.”
“One of my bitches would be happy to suck your cock or fuck you if you need to take the edge off.”
Trey laughed. “No, I’ve got one of my own bitches, and she’d kick my ass if I let another woman’s lips around the crown jewels.”
“You’ve got a woman now? I remember a time when Trey Hunt didn’t fuck just one pussy,” the guy said.
He searched through his mind trying to get the man’s name to pop into his head. Paul, yeah, it was Paul.
“Guys change. I’ve changed. There was a time I’d have taken you up on the offer, but I’m good. I’ve got a good thing going, and I don’t want to risk it for a little light relief.”
“I can see that. Is this girl good?” Paul asked.
Sitting back, Trey tried to find the right words to describe her. “You better not take the piss, or I’ll make this cobra look like a giant dick,” Trey said.
Paul started laughing. “Whatever, just tell me. I’m fucking bored, and you won’t have one of the women working my cock. I may as well talk with you.”
“The woman I’m seeing doesn’t want it to be known we’re together.”
“Is the bitch ashamed of you?” Paul asked. “You don’t go sticking your dick in places like that. It only ends badly.”
“I used to bully her back in high school. I made her life horrible. It’s something I regret, and no, I’m not giving her a pity fuck or anything like that. I like her, Paul. I more than like her.”
“Are you in love?”
“I don’t know.”
He looked up at the man expecting something like mockery. Paul was looking through the glass.
“You see that blonde at the back?” Paul asked.
Looking through the partition Trey noticed a blonde, with lots of ink, in a short mini skirt and tight top.
“Yeah.”
“She’s mine. None of the guys know it. They all make a play for her, but she turns them down. I’m the only guy been between those sweet thighs, and let me tell you, man, her pussy is fucking sweet.”
Trey chuckled.
“I know all about feelings. If this woman feels the same way then snatch her up.”
“And if she doesn’t?” Trey asked.
“You let her know you’re the man for her. You don’t give her a chance to see another man.”
Paul was older than he was, wiser. Going back to the ink, Trey did the curvature of the snake.