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

the two fillings. “You look good enough to eat.”
    She giggled. “Screw that. I was going to do you.”
    “Later. It’s my turn.”
    “That’s not fair.” She lifted her chin. “I’m the guest.”
    “My house. My rules.” He touched his nose to hers. “Don’t make me tie you up and gag you.”
    Excitement rather than fear coursed through her. “You like kink?”
    “With you, I like everything. Right now though, I’m starving.”
    He gorged on her nipples, his mouth hot, tongue laving her sensitive flesh. The tips couldn’t get tighter. Her pussy grew glutted, needy for his cock.
    Chase made her wait.
    He fondled her breasts and lapped her areolas.
    The dusky halos pebbled.
    Working his way down her torso, he devoured a cheese then a ham pastelillo. Flaky pastry rained down on her and clung to his mouth. “Holy shit, these are good.”
    Feigning hurt, she pushed out her bottom lip. “I thought I tasted better.”
    “You do. But you’re dessert.” He practically inhaled the pastries and stopped at her navel. “What do we have here?” He licked the meatball and moaned. His eyes rolled back.
    She touched his thigh. “You gonna faint?”
    “Shh. I’m having an orgasm.”
    Never had she known a man who was as much fun. “Two climaxes in five minutes. Lucky you. Deprived me.”
    He wagged his finger, chewed the meatball quickly, and swallowed even faster. “Don’t say I ever neglected you.” In a flash, he had his mouth on her cleft.
     
    *****
     
    Hallie smelled better than the food. Her taste enthralled. If Chase had been a less civilized man, his raging passion would have frightened her and himself.
    Better to take things easy, gauge her response, and let her lead the way. He licked her rigid clit.
    She moaned throatily.
    He didn’t need an interpreter for her reaction. No way could she be wetter.
    Moved by her desire for him and her building trust, he couldn’t rush. He lapped her plump folds and speared his tongue into her opening.
    “No, no, no.” She yanked his head up, which put his mouth near her nub. “There. Please.”
    “Sure?”
    Her laughter mingled with his. “I’ll let you twist me like a pretzel later if you eat me really good now.”
    There wasn’t a man alive who could have resisted her proposition. “If you say so.” He eased two fingers into her cunt, stroked her tight, pink ring with his other hand, held her clit between his teeth and sucked mercilessly.
    She pounded the floor. “Yes! Now, you have it.”
    As if he’d never known or had forgotten how to please a woman. Another man might have been insulted. Chase was glad he didn’t have to read her mind. Honesty always proved better than playing games when building a relationship. He hoped that’s what they were doing. They’d already broken the one-night-stand curse.
    He figured when they passed the six-month stage, they might be home free.
    Tonight, her indelicate grunts and wanton oaths guided him.
    He brought her close to release then snatched it away, making her wait and want.
    She growled.
    Chase released her and lifted his face.
    Perspiration bathed her throat and chest. Her complexion had darkened.
    “You okay?”
    “Hell no.” She clawed the floor. “You’re stopping and starting then stopping. My climax keeps slipping away.”
    “You want to come fast, then? No buildup? Just bada bing, bada boom?”
    Her slender eyebrows lifted. “You watch The Sopranos ? I thought you didn’t like scripted TV.”
    “Most shows. They’re the exception. So, you want me to take you from zero to sixty in two seconds?”
    “No. But this is driving me nuts.”
    “Is that why you’re smiling?”
    She touched her mouth. Shock crossed her face. “I didn’t know I was.”
    “Aren’t you glad you have me here to point out the obvious?”
    “Apparently I need it.” Eyes squeezed tight, she gestured imperiously. “Go on.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Wait. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a bitch or demanding.