Sexual Healing by Cairo, Allison Hobbs Page A

or demanded her to. Instead, she licked over and around his balls while brushing the crest of his cock with her thumb. She wanted to extend her tongue out a little further and lick along the crack of his ass. But he’d never go for that. Ugh . She licked over his balls again.
    A low moan slipped from his lips, letting her know that . . . mmm, she had him right where she’d wanted him. At her mercy. She was taunting him with her mouth and hands, and the shit was driving him mad, heat and sensation blistering through him.
    Head back, neck arched, he shut his eyes, and bit into his lip. Arabia smiled as his fist tightened in her hair. Yeah, snatch my scalp, motherfucker. Mmm. The words never left her lips, but she’d thought it as her tongue cradled his cock, then slathered the underside of his shaft with her spit.
    His leg shook, and he hissed in sizzling desire.
    She drew her tongue up the length of him again—under it, over it, along the sides of it, leaving wet streaks of intense pleasure.
    â€œUnh,” he breathed as need spiked. He gritted his teeth. Hewanted . . . oh God, fuck, he wanted to come in her beautiful mouth. Badly. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out. It’d been weeks since he’d come. His balls were full with want, and need, for release.
    He had to see her, watch her. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Aw, aw . . . unh, baby. Look up at me while you do that. Let me see you sucking this long dick.”
    She looked up at him and batted her lashes. “You wanna coat my throat with your sweet babies, don’t you?”
    Shit yeah. He couldn’t get the words out fast enough before that sweet, velvet-slick mouth of hers opened, and she sucked him into her wet, silky mouth.
    Her gaze locked onto his as she filled her mouth with his cock, taking him to the back of her throat, then easing out with a suction so strong that it almost took his breath away. Fuck! Theodore groaned out his pleasure and she sucked him more vigorously.
    â€œOh God, yes,” he growled. “God, yeah, baby—suck me with them sweet, sexy lips.” Arabia felt the throbbing in her mouth—he was about to release his warm man-milk. The thought moistened her panties. She was becoming deliciously wet. Her pussy clenched for some of him, the length of him; its own turn at milking his cock. She bobbed her head back and forth, his dick gliding in and out of neck, then mouth.
    She wanted to suck him real slutty, wanted him to skull-fuck her, then throw her over the sofa and fuck her cunt deep. But she knew he’d never go for that. He was simply too damn gentlemanly.
    Besides—
    â€œArabia,” he whispered, her name nearly a groan. Need and desire fluttered madly in and out and around him as his pulse raced.
    Lips and mouth and tongue.
    Deep sucking.
    Sweet licking.
    And lots of wet heat.
    He was already on the edge.
    Just a few more sucks, a few more licks, and . . .
    Clutching his chest, he growled out, his warm nut hitting the back of her throat.
    Then collapsed to the floor.

Six
    W hile Cruze dressed, grown folks’ music played in the background—Erykah Badu and Andre 3000’s collaboration of The Isley Brothers’ “Hello.” If ex-lovers could come together on a love song after years of conflict, Cruze figured he could get over his uneasiness about attending Bret Hollis’s charity event.
    Though he tried to keep it low-key most of the time, he realized he’d never get to the next level if he didn’t start rubbing elbows with a different set of people. He only wished the dinner wasn’t such a high-profile event with press in attendance.
    Avoid cameras at all costs and everything’ll be cool.
    In the mirror, he observed his new persona, which was a drastic change from the Brooklyn thug who’d spent his entire adult life flipping kilos. As he studied his image,