Free The Omega Team: Death Sentence (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Tina Donahue Page B

down until her damp folds were above his face and his cojones were within licking distance for her. “ Bon appétit .”
    “And bottoms up.”
    She laughed.
    He pulled her down and indulged.
    His first lick registered deeply within her pussy. The second and third left her throat and scalp tingling.
    Wasn’t easy to arouse him when she couldn’t rein in her own desire, but to do anything less would be selfish. She ran her tongue up his thick column and took his left ball into her mouth.
    His breath rushed out. He squirmed but kept tending her.
    She could do no less with him and enjoyed the short hairs on his nut, its salty taste, and warmth. He smelled better than anything in life: clean, musky, a million percent male. With so much to enjoy, she couldn’t control her basest needs and treated herself to a wicked smorgasbord like no other.
    Too bad they hadn’t positioned her specs and his pen to record this.
    Next time.
    For now, she fought climax and made him her priority.
    His grunts and growls filled the room. They breathed hard. Their love games became a contest. Each strove to make the other come first.
    He slipped two fingers into her sheath, tongued her clit, and explored her anus.
    She worked her digit into his tightest opening, took his cock as deep as she could, and fondled his balls.
    They exploded together and played until they went limp.
    He yawned and stretched.
    She sucked his inner thigh.
    Drowsy laughter spilled from him. “Are you giving me a hickey?”
    “It’s either that or Red Bull to keep you awake.”
    “I like this better.”
    So did she and marked him as her man. Adolescent behavior, but she couldn’t help herself. Finished, she patted the crimson stain. “Let me know when you’re ready for a second round.”
    “Give me fifteen.”
     
    *****
     
    Chase took ten, mounted Hallie in the missionary position, delayed his orgasm for a reasonable period, and fought sleep after they came. The moment she stirred, he did, too, and took her doggie style. Torn condom wrappers and their clothes littered his office floor. The place had never looked better.
    She breathed hard.
    He stroked her anus. “Next time, I’d like to try this.”
    Her head bobbed in agreement. “Give me a moment to catch my breath then have at it.”
    He’d need a cold shower and an adrenaline chaser to wake up before he’d be ready. Or something to douse her energy so he could catch up to her stamina. “How does a bath sound?”
    She twisted to look at him, her eyes bright. “Really nice.”
    They faced each other in his tub filled with warm water and shampoo bubbles. It was either that or dishwashing liquid, maybe even laundry detergent. She’d opted for the personal product.
    He propped her heels on his pecs and sucked her toes.
    She laughed. “You’re tickling me.”
    “Uh-huh.” He licked her arch.
    She thrashed and sent a frothy wave over the edge. “Crap. Sorry.”
    “No need to be.” He stroked her legs to further relax her while he gathered steam. “Mess up my bathroom and me as much as you want. I. Don’t. Mind.”
    Her arm hung limply over the side. Her lids were mere slits. “Are you always this easy to get along with?”
    “Are you asking if I have a mean side with women?”
    Her cheeks got rosier. “I’d forgotten how direct you can be.”
    “Saves time. And no, I don’t hurt women, ever. Even if one tried to harm me first, I wouldn’t raise my hand to her.”
    “What if she pulled a knife or pointed a gun or raced her car toward you to run you down?”
    Hallie kept surprising him. It wasn’t a secret she didn’t trust men easily, but he hadn’t considered her caution was this bad. “I’d dodge the blade and bullet and would dive out of striking distance before her vehicle pulverized me. Then I’d make a citizen’s arrest and would haul her ass to the nearest police station. But would I beat her up? No. Guys who do that to women are trying to manage their own turmoil. Controlling