“Do you like to watch, Emory?” His tone was mesmerizing.
Unable to speak, she nodded mutely and tried to catch a full breath. There was nothing else for her but this moment—no past, no darkness, nothing but the sight of this beautiful man.
“So you like what you see?”
Another nod, her head felt as if it were somehow disconnected from her body. Alex stroked his length, pumping his hand once, twice, three times. A bead of jeweled liquid crested the head of his cock, and she longed to reach out and feel its satiny texture, to taste his sweet salt essence.
“Is this why you came to Phoenix Rising?” Alex’s voice grew harder, his words pushing at her. “Is this what you were looking for?”
Emory finally found her words. “I don’t know. I just want to move on.”
“Then maybe you should keep on moving.”
Deeply stung by his words, Emory snapped out of the waking coma Alex had induced. But before she could open her mouth to ask what he’d meant, a woman she didn’t recognize slipped behind the bar and approached him.
Tall, svelte, and voluptuous, with short, spiky blond hair, she wore a shimmery black skirt that barely reached the tops of her legs. Black fishnet stockings were anchored to each thigh by red bows attached to her black garters. A tight top accentuated her narrow waist and her cleavage heaved with every breath she took.
“All this for me, baby?” she murmured. “You spoil me.”
Alex’s blue gaze focused on Emory, and a caustic smile kicked up one corner of his mouth right before the blonde sank to her knees, wrapped both hands around his shaft, and took his hard length all the way to the back of her throat. Emory bit her lower lip until it bled. The swirling thoughts and emotions in her head were too much to process. Instant hatred for the blond woman on her knees swept Emory in a tidal wave so fierce it swallowed the darkness whole. She leaped down from the barstool and got out as fast as she could.
Chapter Four
Alex watched in satisfaction as the pixie fled the bar as if the floor were on fire. Hopefully his intimidation tactics would make certain she wouldn’t be back until she grew up a little.
Celeste ran her tongue down his shaft and took his sac in her mouth, sucking on his testicles until he thought he might explode from the intense arousal. She loved giving oral more than any other woman he’d ever been with.
He stabbed his fingers into her short, pale hair and pulled her mouth from his balls to his cock. She swallowed him whole, and Alex felt his dick bump her soft palate before she pulled back for another thrust. Her clever tongue swirled designs on his flange, and Alex felt a twinge in his spine that signaled it was time to stop before he ejaculated a warm stream of semen right across that same tongue. Celeste might have a magic mouth, but Alex needed more.
He dragged her up the length of his body, plucking her off the floor and depositing her on top of the bar. She gave a little moan of anticipation, and Alex watched her gray eyes turn smoky with longing.
“Do you want some attention?”
“Please, Alex. I need you,” she whimpered softly, bracing the heels of her stilettos against the edges of the bar and spreading her legs wide.
Her skirt fell away and Alex rumbled his appreciation of her decision to forgo panties altogether. Her pale pubic curls were cropped close, giving him a perfect view of her pink pussy. He parted her labia and lowered his head to take one long, lazy lick of her sweet cunt.
The moment his tongue touched her softness, his brain registered the salty flavor of her cream and wondered if Emory tasted the same or sweeter, with a tang of wildness to complement her other pixie-like qualities. Alex froze, his body unnaturally still. It was as if someone had poured ice-cold water down his spine.
Shaken, he took Celeste’s clitoris in his mouth and suckled until she squirmed against his face. Always before, he’d been careful not to make her climax with his mouth. She’d made it clear from the beginning that she liked to savor the climb to her climax. Usually he wanted to savor the feel of her tight cunt around him. Now, for the first time, Alex found himself wanting her to come quickly just to satisfy her and get it done.
He increased the motion of his tongue, swirling idle patterns against her labia, suckling them individually before stabbing his tongue into her damp hole.
“Alex, I want you inside me,” she panted. “Don’t! I’m so…so close!”
He brutally increased his pace, sliding two fingers into her pussy and stretching her vagina while he continued his oral assault on her clit. Tremors began deep inside her body, and her back tensed until she arched off the bar.
Visions of Emory’s fine-featured face and the expressive quality of her brown eyes flickered through his head. Alex spun inside a well of doubt as he bypassed Celeste’s protestations and sent her body into orgasm against her wishes.