Free Sweet Backlash by Violet Heart Page B

to the side where his knees pointed skyward. "I have something
I want to do, first."
    He lifted his head off the sheets to
look at her through his crisscrossed legs. "Should I be
worried?"
    She smiled. "We'll see."
    Fascinated, she went to her knees on
the carpet and splayed a hand on each of his thighs, her thumbs
barely touching the perineum knots. To see what would happen, she
leaned forward and drew her tongue upward between them. He dropped
his head to the mattress and sucked a loud breath through his
teeth. The skin over his balls wrinkled and writhed in slow
motion.
    Touching a finger to the sack, she was
surprised to discover it cool. She grazed her nails along the rope
that rode his inner thighs, and he groaned. She loved how giving
him pleasure filled her with a sense of control that outshone any
she had experienced wielding her bullwhip. Reaching her goal, her
ultimate target of curiosity, she took his rod between her two
palms and stroked from tip to base, letting her fingers feel its
length.
    "You're torturing me," he said so low
it came out a growl.
    "I told you, that's my favorite thing
to do in the whole world. Do you like this torture better than my
whip?" she asked, running her fingertips along his length again,
feeling the cushioned tip, the thin, smooth skin below the ridge of
his circumcision, and the corded steel underneath.
    "Oh, God, yes. Torture me like this
anytime." He lay perfectly still, as if moving might make her stop
or scare her away.
    The one thing she had wanted to do
since first seeing his cock up close that morning was taste it. She
wouldn't let anything stop her now.
    The telephone rang. Melony shrugged.
Probably Kathy with a million questions about what happened at the
meeting. She waited while it rang two more times.
    "You gonna get that?" he asked, his
voice so strained he didn't sound like himself.
    She gave him a languid stroke, her
fingers wrapped in a firm grip around his girth. "No," she
whispered as the answering machine in the master bedroom at the far
end of the apartment pealed a loud beep to activate the recording
function.
    "Thank God," he grated, his abs so
tense the muscles stood in neat, deep ridges.
    The man was too sexy for his own good.
Standing, she crawled beside him and kneeled at his hip. She placed
a hand on his knee. "Are you comfortable?"
    "No. Touch me, climb on top of me, do
something, would ya? I'm dying here."
    His pained expression moved her to
test his lines. They had plenty of give so she bent to his ear and
whispered, "I'm not going to caress you. I'm not going to climb
onto you. I'm going to lick you." Kissing his earlobe, she smiled
as he shuddered.
    "Please," he breathed.
    She turned her attention to his
hard-on, now nearly purple and so rigid it pointed at her as if in
invitation. She kissed the tip and accepted the reward of a pearly,
salty droplet. Swirling the tip of her tongue around the head, she
loved the feel of the incredibly smooth skin. Wrapping her lips
around him, just under the edge, she gave a gentle suck.
    He cried out. His elbows flexed
outward, proving he had good movement within the ropes, and she
sucked again. His body curled, his head fell back, and when his
knees rocked toward his chest, he cried out again. Reaching between
his legs, she eased two fingers between the knots and grazed her
fingertips along the flexing skin and crisp hairs while gently
sucking.
    "My God!" Quieter, he said, "You're
going to make me come."
    Releasing him, she asked, "What are
you waiting for?" She couldn't wait. She'd heard Kathy tell so many
times of Stanley coming in her mouth, and Melony wanted to
experience it.
    He lifted his head. "Let me
see."
    She frowned. "See what?"
    "I want to see your luscious lips
around me. Let me watch."
    His eyes, red-rimmed with the effort
to hold back, pleaded with her. Her heart responded, going out to
him, and she cupped his cheek and nodded.
    "You're so damned beautiful," he said,
his voice rough with