Phoenix Burning(65)

Emory sighed. Morgan was right. Things could not have turned out better where the saga of Captain Downtown versus Mayor Strand was concerned. “I still need Alex if I’m going to have a good time.”

Morgan stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and made a little shooing motion with her hands. “Fine then! Go screw his brains out. Have fantastically awesome sex with your seriously hot fiancé. I’ll just go suppress my sexual frustration with funnel cakes and cotton candy.”

Emory pushed open the heavy doors of Phoenix Rising. “I’m not going in here for a quickie, Morgan. I’ll meet you there in just a minute. I promise.”

Morgan scoffed, “Whatever!”

Not that Emory had any intention of grabbing some afternoon delight before Mayor Strand’s big speech, but the idea did hold a certain appeal. She sighed and slid the latch on the unlocked cage door separating the front entrance from the main room. Alex had his back turned to her, dusting bottles of liquor, as he got ready to close early.

It was cool and soothing inside the empty bar. Emory always marveled that the bar itself could seem so seedy and yet be so very welcoming all at the same time. She supposed there was just a little bit of down and dirty in everyone, which was why having a place to let it all hang out was so important.

Alex spotted her over his shoulder. “I’ll be done in just a minute, love.”

Emory walked around the bar. She could remember a time in the not so distant past when another woman had done the same, right before kneeling in front of Alex and taking him in her mouth. Emory had wondered what it would be like to have that kind of confidence. There was only one way to find out.

Striding forward before she lost her nerve, Emory nudged her way between Alex and the back wall of shelves.

He turned, giving her the necessary access. “What’s wrong, love?”

Kneeling, Emory first unbuttoned and then unzipped his worn jeans. Already sitting on the tilt of his hips, the jeans parted to reveal that Alex wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Emory, love, what…”

His soft cock popped through the opening in his jeans. It was already growing when she took the entire length in her mouth. He tasted so wonderful, like a favorite treat you never got tired of. She made a little purring noise, letting it vibrate against his petal-soft skin as she pressed him against her palate.

“Fuck me.” Alex moaned as he relaxed back against the counter.

Glass shattered somewhere to her right, and a splash of something cold hit her bare calves. It took Emory a moment to realize that Alex had been holding a bottle in one hand when she started her impromptu seduction.

He was now fully hard and too big to hold inside her mouth all at once. Emory sucked hard, bobbing her head back and forth as she mimicked the rhythm of sex with her mouth. Saliva dampened her lips and she enjoyed the slick feel of it on his hard shaft.

“I heard a bottle crash. Are you…?” Jessa’s voice came from behind her, but Emory didn’t even pause. “Okay then, I’m guessing everything’s fine. Wow, nice technique, Emory. You guys have fun. I’ll just go finish these receipts or—or something.”

Alex wound his fingers into her hair. She gazed up, meeting his eyes as she continued to suck his cock. She tickled the flange, letting her tongue skate over the tiny hole at the tip until he shivered.

He hissed when she nipped the sensitive skin around the crown. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

She pulled back far enough to speak. “Then come.”

“I’d rather fuck you first.”

Her lust roared its approval of that idea. Hot and achy, her pussy was slick and damp with creamy juices that coated the insides of her thighs. Her breathing grew ragged as she contemplated the idea of Alex spreading her legs and pushing deep into her body.

Alex took advantage of her momentary indecision by pulling her upright. His clever fingers made quick work of her belt and pants. The loose garment slipped down over her hips and made a puddle on the floor. He lifted her free of her clothing and set her on the countertop. Nudging her legs apart with his hips, he found her lips for a kiss.

Hot, drugging, and intimate, the kiss seemed to expand like a living thing. Their tongues clashed, teeth clicking as they struggled to meld their mouths together. Heat shimmered through her limbs, making her want more.

He broke away, his blue gaze enticing her to follow. “Watch me, Emory. I’m going to stroke your cunt.”

His fingers brushed her sensitive inner thigh and she convulsed with need. Sucking in a breath, she held it as he slid through the slippery juices coating her skin and gently touched her short pubic hair.