Saved by Venom 3 (Grabbed)(34)

Wanting her to know that she was doing everything just right, Venom tugged his hands free from the prison where he’d placed them and lovingly caressed her cheek. “That’s so good, sugar.”

A pleased smile brightened her face. With renewed confidence she took a little more of his length between her lips before pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head of him. Venom threaded his fingers through the long, pale waves of her hair. His toes curled against the hard floor as he tried to fight the temptation to thrust into her mouth. His primitive needs were hard to suppress but he managed it.

Deeper and deeper she swallowed his shaft. When she tried to take even more of him he tapped her cheek and shook his head. Frowning, she pulled off his erection and wiped at her mouth. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Why did you stop me?”

“You don’t have to try to take all of me. You get points for enthusiasm but don’t push yourself, sweetheart.”

“But I want to make you feel good.”

“You are,” he assured her. Giving her a quick anatomy lesson, he explained, “It’s this top area here that has the most sensitivity. Everything you’ve done so far feels fantastic.”

She studied his cock for a few seconds, almost as if formulating an attack plan. When she wrapped her lips around him again, he didn’t try to stop the growl from escaping his throat. He wanted her to hear what she did to him.

Using her tongue to massage the highly sensitive underside of his crown, Dizzy sucked him hard and faster. He became lightheaded watching his cock gliding in and out of the hot, wet alcove of her mouth.

So what if she lacked the skill and finesse of the women in his past? Sure, he had been on the receiving end of some stellar blowjobs from women who worked the sky brothels but they paled in comparison to the unbelievably pleasurable experience Dizzy created.

Dizzy shared this incredibly intimate experience with him because she wanted to and because she liked him, not because she was counting down the minutes until their session ended and the credits would be deposited in her account.

When she looked up at him while bobbing up and down on his erection, Venom nearly lost it. The wicked little minx had figured out a workaround for her inability to take all of his impressive length. She stroked the base of his thick, long shaft while using her heavenly mouth to drive him fucking crazy.

“Dizzy,” he said her name on a sigh. His balls were drawing up against his body in answer to the buzzing sensation building in his stomach. Curling his fingers in her hair, he warmed, “I’m going to come.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed excitedly around his shaft. The delicious vibrations made his damn toes throb.

“Stop,” he urged, certain she wouldn’t want him to spill his cum in her mouth.

But she wouldn’t be stopped. With the wall at his back, he couldn’t retreat or tug his cock free from her mouth. To his surprise—and pleasure—Dizzy dragged him a little deeper and gazed up at him so adoringly.

With one look, Dizzy obliterated his control. The crashing wave of climax drenched him in pure ecstasy. His cock swelled between her stretched lips a second before the first burst of intense pleasure rocked him. Dizzy made a shocked but thrilled sound when his seed splashed her tongue. She hungrily drank him down, lapping and sucking at his cock until he sagged against the wall.

His legs trembled as he tried to stay upright. Dizzy kissed his thighs and belly as his breaths finally slowed and the numbness in his toes and fingers ended. “Did I do all right?”

“All right?” With a laugh that sounded more like a groan, he slid to his knees in front of her. “Sugar, if this is your first try I may not survive your second or third attempts.”

Giggling, she wound her arms around his shoulders. “Maybe next time you should be seated or in bed. I thought you were going to fall on me at the end. I didn’t know how the heck I was going to climb out from under you.”

“Good point,” he conceded. “Next time we’ll move it into the bedroom.”

He captured her reddened lips in a long, steamy kiss that left her shuddering in his arms. Grasping her hair, he tugged her head back and exposed her neck to his nibbling mouth. She moaned when he grazed his teeth across her sensitive flesh.

He glided his hand down her naked front and dipped it between her thighs. Just as suspected, she was soaking wet for him. Concerned she might be sore after their earlier lovemaking, he concentrated his fingertips on the stiff nub hidden there instead of penetrating her.

Her fingernails bit into his shoulders. “Venom.”

“One good turns deserves another,” he murmured. Loving the way she responded to his intense kisses, Venom rubbed her clit until she shattered in front of him. She came hard and fast but he knew she had so much more passion just waiting to be released.

Without a word of warning, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her out of the playroom. She squealed with excitement and shock as he dropped her on the bed and crawled over her.

“Venom! What are you doing?” Fits of laughter followed her question as he gave in to the urge to tickle her sides and sensually torment her breasts with his mouth. “Oh! No! No!”

“Yes.” He loved the silliness they shared together.

“Venom, we can’t keep doing this all day.” Even as she protested his sexy intentions, she bucked her hips in the most wanton way.

“Sure we can.” His kisses meandered down her body in a zigzagging path that finally ended right on her clit. Holding her thighs open, he gazed longingly at her pink, dewy center. “In fact I might not ever let you out of this bed again.”





Chapter Thirteen




Seated in a quiet corner of the busy food court aboard the Valiant,Venom checked his watch for the twentieth time but saw that it wasn’t time to pick up Dizzy from her first meeting of the wives’ club. He still had half an hour and had already finished all the errands he had planned to tackle.

After draining the last of the icy juice he had ordered, he chucked the cup in the closest receptacle and decided he would head by the uniform shop now rather than waiting to take Dizzy with him. He doubted she would find the endless racks of uniforms very interesting anyway.

As he crossed the bustling marketplace, he noticed a number of other newly mated men sitting at tables or kicked back in benches in the plaza there. Most of them were drumming their fingers against their thighs or anxiously bouncing their feet. No doubt they all missed their new mates as much as he did.

They were all likely sharing his same fear that some asshole who didn’t have enough points would stake out the entrance of the wives’ club to make a play for an unescorted woman. The two policemen hanging out there would deter any man crazy enough to think he could snatch a woman leaving the support group. Venom would have preferred to have an SRU team guarding the door but it would have been overkill.

Ducking inside the uniform shop, Venom was instantly greeted by one of the staff members of the military-run store. Like every other male working in the retail sector of the Valiant, the young soldier who came over to help him had suffered a brutal injury in battle. There were many things their advanced technology and medicine could fix—but growing back limbs wasn’t among them.

The young man had two of the newest bionic arms but he had chosen not to wear the skin-like covering that many were favoring these days. He bared the metallic limbs with pride and Venom respected him all the more for it. Many men who were medically disabled by the military left the service for civilian life but some chose to remain in the corps in support positions. Mayhem’s recent lawsuit would hopefully increase the opportunities for wounded soldiers but Venom had a feeling it would be a long, slow slog for these men.

As he waited for the soldier to return with the right-size boots, Venom wandered over to a display of tactical pants. He kept hoping they would do a redesign of their most popular line but it didn’t seem to be a top priority. Venom would have given anything to have the oversized pocket on the right thigh replaced with two or three thinner, longer ones.

A soft whistle caught his attention. The fine hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge as the warbling sound dragged him right back to Sendaria.

Suddenly Venom was hunkered down along a cliff overlooking the only road into the mining camp where their force was besieged. Covered in improvised camouflage—brush and mud and debris—he controlled his breaths and remained perfectly still while watching the slow-moving column of Splinters. He had been cut off from any support for days and fully expected that he would die before nightfall. The insurgents heading for the gates had to be taken out—but it would mean revealing his position.

And then he had heard that odd little whistle. It had taken him nearly a minute to finally spot Terror flattened against one of the large boulders overlooking the road. Somehow the tenacious Shadow Force operative had made it to Venom’s forward location from the bogged-down base of operations within the mining camp. That one whistle had filled Venom with the sweetest sense of relief. If he was going to die, it wouldn’t be alone.

But they hadn’t died that night. They had fought—valiantly—and survived to fight another day.

A blur of movement near the dressing room tore Venom from the flashback. Without looking to see if they were the right size, he snatched a pair of pants from the shelf and crossed the store to the dressing rooms. The space was eerily silent. To know that Terror was so quiet and motionless that even Venom’s heightened senses couldn’t pick him out sent an icy ripple down his spine.