Wicked Beat
Page 48
He grabbed Eric’s ankle and got a kick in the stomach for his efforts.
“Not the feet!” Eric protested.
“Yeah, not the feet,” Rebekah agreed.
“And I said sensitive, not ticklish,” Eric said.
Trey squirted syrup over the base of Eric’s c**k and completely drenched his balls. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, buddy,” Trey said and set the bottle on the nightstand. “Have fun. I’m all horny now. Better go find me a little tail of my own before the show.” Slipping a black T-shirt over his head, he let himself out of the room and closed the door.
Rebekah kissed and licked her way up Eric’s neck to his lips. She kissed him leisurely. Deeply. When she drew away and looked into his eyes, he made a weird face. She chuckled. “What’s that look for?”
“That feels so weird.”
“What? Me kissing you?”
“No. The chocolate syrup dripping off my balls.” He wriggled his hips and winced.
“I suppose you’d like your maid to clean that up.”
“If she would, please.”
Rebekah kissed him again. “Are your arms getting tired?” she asked, moving her lips to the sexy cleft in his chin. His jaw now. “You have a show tonight.”
“Not really.” He inched upward impatiently. She found chocolate on his collarbone and licked it off. “Baby, please.”
“You have chocolate all over your chest, monsieur.”
“Save that for later.”
“But monsieur…” Her tongue darted out to collect chocolate from his side.
“I am so going to get you back for this,” he said breathlessly.
“Are you going to make me get a hideous tattoo on my ass?”
“Yeah,” he said. “A tattoo of my face.”
She laughed. “Your face isn’t hideous, but why would you want it on my ass?”
“So even when I’m not around, you’ll still be sitting on my face.” He flicked his tongue at her suggestively.
She rolled her eyes.
His teasing grin faded, and he squirmed uncomfortably. “Please, Rebekah. I can’t stand that sticky, drippy feeling down there.”
“You are not satisfied with my work, monsieur?” she said, trying to look horrified as she licked his belly. “You know I only desire to please you.”
“I’d like you to work on your priorities a little.”
“Clean the parts with the most syrup first?”
“Exactly.”
She moved to the end of the bed and slid up between his legs. With her tongue, she traced the chocolate-coated crease between his balls and then sucked at his scrotum, slowly removing the traces of syrup one square inch at a time.
Between his curses and moans, he started to beg. “Reb. Reb. I need to come. Please.”
“I’m working here,” she said and sucked one nut into her mouth.
“Ahhh.” He banged his head against the headboard and lifted his hips off the bed. “Reb. Reb.”
She released his flesh from her mouth. She kind of liked this torturing stuff. “Shhh. One more to go.”
She scratched her nails over his belly and hips gently as she methodically sucked chocolate from his other nut. He gyrated his hips with her motions. Damn, she wanted to climb on that straining cock, bury it deep, and gyrate with him. But driving him insane was so much fun. She lifted her head and licked the syrup from the base of his cock.
“Clean now?” he asked breathlessly.
“I’m not sure. Better check it one more time. I want to do a thorough job.”
She licked his balls with the flat of her tongue, going over the skin several times. There wasn’t a trace of chocolate anywhere, but she so enjoyed making him jerk and twitch and shudder.
“You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned.
“I think you’ll live.” She discreetly peeled her panties off and kicked them aside. She moved up his body again, finding traces of chocolate on the side of his abdomen. She licked it off and moved a leg over his body so that she straddled his lower belly. Looking into his glazed eyes, she rubbed her dripping pu**y against his abdomen. “I’m so wet right now. Do you feel it?”
He jerked, pulling against the scarves.
She lifted her hips and shifted backward. She grabbed his c**k and rubbed its head against her, coating it with her juices. “You didn’t answer me. Can you feel how wet you make me?”
He gritted his teeth and stared up at her, his expression twisted with a mixture of bliss and agony.
She slipped his c**k an inch into her throbbing pu**y. “Is it hot?”
He slammed his head against the headboard and whimpered. She rubbed the back of his head with her free hand. “Careful. Did you hurt yourself?”
“Untie me,” he said in a low growl.
She ignored his request and plunged down on his cock, burying him deep in one thrust. His back arched, and he cried out. Wow, he was really turned on. She rode him slowly, watching him twitch in excitement. Lord, she loved him like this. She wondered if she could push him further.
She lifted her hips until his c**k slipped from her body. He sucked a breath through his teeth.
“I want to f**k you so hard,” he growled.
“Oh yeah?”
He nodded vigorously.
She pushed the bodice of her dress down to reveal her br**sts. “Don’t you want to play with these a little first?”
She rubbed the curves of both br**sts. She lifted them, pushed them together, and plucked at her ni**les until they were hard. She then slid up his body and pressed one nipple into his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Pleasure coursed through her overexcited body. She clung to Eric’s hair and crooned.
“Untie me,” he requested again.
She rubbed her neglected nipple against his lips and reached for the scarf. He’d pulled on it so much, the knot was impossibly tight.
“I can’t get it,” she said.
“You’re kidding!”
She shook her head. “I’ll go get something to cut you free.”
“Don’t leave me like this, Reb,” he pleaded. “Just ride me then.”
“But I want your hands on me. I’ll hurry.”
She pulled up her bodice to cover her br**sts and her skirt down before hurrying to the door. She opened it and checked the corridor. Finding it empty, she hurried to the kitchenette and opened a drawer, looking for a knife.
A solid body slid up behind her and breathed into her ear. “What do we have here?” Jon whispered in her ear.
“Not the feet!” Eric protested.
“Yeah, not the feet,” Rebekah agreed.
“And I said sensitive, not ticklish,” Eric said.
Trey squirted syrup over the base of Eric’s c**k and completely drenched his balls. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, buddy,” Trey said and set the bottle on the nightstand. “Have fun. I’m all horny now. Better go find me a little tail of my own before the show.” Slipping a black T-shirt over his head, he let himself out of the room and closed the door.
Rebekah kissed and licked her way up Eric’s neck to his lips. She kissed him leisurely. Deeply. When she drew away and looked into his eyes, he made a weird face. She chuckled. “What’s that look for?”
“That feels so weird.”
“What? Me kissing you?”
“No. The chocolate syrup dripping off my balls.” He wriggled his hips and winced.
“I suppose you’d like your maid to clean that up.”
“If she would, please.”
Rebekah kissed him again. “Are your arms getting tired?” she asked, moving her lips to the sexy cleft in his chin. His jaw now. “You have a show tonight.”
“Not really.” He inched upward impatiently. She found chocolate on his collarbone and licked it off. “Baby, please.”
“You have chocolate all over your chest, monsieur.”
“Save that for later.”
“But monsieur…” Her tongue darted out to collect chocolate from his side.
“I am so going to get you back for this,” he said breathlessly.
“Are you going to make me get a hideous tattoo on my ass?”
“Yeah,” he said. “A tattoo of my face.”
She laughed. “Your face isn’t hideous, but why would you want it on my ass?”
“So even when I’m not around, you’ll still be sitting on my face.” He flicked his tongue at her suggestively.
She rolled her eyes.
His teasing grin faded, and he squirmed uncomfortably. “Please, Rebekah. I can’t stand that sticky, drippy feeling down there.”
“You are not satisfied with my work, monsieur?” she said, trying to look horrified as she licked his belly. “You know I only desire to please you.”
“I’d like you to work on your priorities a little.”
“Clean the parts with the most syrup first?”
“Exactly.”
She moved to the end of the bed and slid up between his legs. With her tongue, she traced the chocolate-coated crease between his balls and then sucked at his scrotum, slowly removing the traces of syrup one square inch at a time.
Between his curses and moans, he started to beg. “Reb. Reb. I need to come. Please.”
“I’m working here,” she said and sucked one nut into her mouth.
“Ahhh.” He banged his head against the headboard and lifted his hips off the bed. “Reb. Reb.”
She released his flesh from her mouth. She kind of liked this torturing stuff. “Shhh. One more to go.”
She scratched her nails over his belly and hips gently as she methodically sucked chocolate from his other nut. He gyrated his hips with her motions. Damn, she wanted to climb on that straining cock, bury it deep, and gyrate with him. But driving him insane was so much fun. She lifted her head and licked the syrup from the base of his cock.
“Clean now?” he asked breathlessly.
“I’m not sure. Better check it one more time. I want to do a thorough job.”
She licked his balls with the flat of her tongue, going over the skin several times. There wasn’t a trace of chocolate anywhere, but she so enjoyed making him jerk and twitch and shudder.
“You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned.
“I think you’ll live.” She discreetly peeled her panties off and kicked them aside. She moved up his body again, finding traces of chocolate on the side of his abdomen. She licked it off and moved a leg over his body so that she straddled his lower belly. Looking into his glazed eyes, she rubbed her dripping pu**y against his abdomen. “I’m so wet right now. Do you feel it?”
He jerked, pulling against the scarves.
She lifted her hips and shifted backward. She grabbed his c**k and rubbed its head against her, coating it with her juices. “You didn’t answer me. Can you feel how wet you make me?”
He gritted his teeth and stared up at her, his expression twisted with a mixture of bliss and agony.
She slipped his c**k an inch into her throbbing pu**y. “Is it hot?”
He slammed his head against the headboard and whimpered. She rubbed the back of his head with her free hand. “Careful. Did you hurt yourself?”
“Untie me,” he said in a low growl.
She ignored his request and plunged down on his cock, burying him deep in one thrust. His back arched, and he cried out. Wow, he was really turned on. She rode him slowly, watching him twitch in excitement. Lord, she loved him like this. She wondered if she could push him further.
She lifted her hips until his c**k slipped from her body. He sucked a breath through his teeth.
“I want to f**k you so hard,” he growled.
“Oh yeah?”
He nodded vigorously.
She pushed the bodice of her dress down to reveal her br**sts. “Don’t you want to play with these a little first?”
She rubbed the curves of both br**sts. She lifted them, pushed them together, and plucked at her ni**les until they were hard. She then slid up his body and pressed one nipple into his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Pleasure coursed through her overexcited body. She clung to Eric’s hair and crooned.
“Untie me,” he requested again.
She rubbed her neglected nipple against his lips and reached for the scarf. He’d pulled on it so much, the knot was impossibly tight.
“I can’t get it,” she said.
“You’re kidding!”
She shook her head. “I’ll go get something to cut you free.”
“Don’t leave me like this, Reb,” he pleaded. “Just ride me then.”
“But I want your hands on me. I’ll hurry.”
She pulled up her bodice to cover her br**sts and her skirt down before hurrying to the door. She opened it and checked the corridor. Finding it empty, she hurried to the kitchenette and opened a drawer, looking for a knife.
A solid body slid up behind her and breathed into her ear. “What do we have here?” Jon whispered in her ear.
