Page 85 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Reece nodded sagely. “They’d probably put it in their newsletter and everything.”

Malachi tangled a rough hand in Reece’s hair. “Shut up and suck my cock, kitten. You can be funny later.”

She mewled and tried to escape, but he gripped her hair harder and made her gasp. Slowly, he pushed her mouth to where he wanted it. When she complied, he let go – but as soon as he did she stopped again. He snarled and grabbed her hair with both hands and forced her down on his cock. She squealed and fought him, but sucked at him eagerly enough when she knew she’d lost. He fucked her mouth hard for a minute, then settled back and let her do the work.

Reece was flushed and dazed, and looking very pleased with herself. Scarlet moved back in when there was room, and teased his shaft and balls with her lipsand tongue. Under her hands, his thighs were getting tense. It was so weird that this was turning her on – weren’t girls supposed to hate this? Scarlet felt powerful – like he was at the mercy of her mouth. She and Reece switched and she did her best to find a compromise between blowjobs she’d seen in movies and listening to what Malachi’s body responded to. In moments he was trying to push them away. It was nice that he was polite, but she wasn’t bailing now. Scarlet dug her fingers into his hips and kept sucking. His cock got impossibly hard and she screwed her eyes shut during the breathless pause as he stilled. He came. For a moment she was overwhelmed as her mouth tried to figure out how to deal with it all. She choked a little and swallowed fast as Mal shouted and swore unintelligibly.

He collapsed back on the chair, gasping for breath. Scarlet straddled him and lay on top of him. He hugged her close and drew his fingers up the untattooed side of her back. Reece nuzzled at her ear and neck, and she wriggled in frustration. Sucking his cock had turned her on worse.

“You’re half naked. Don’t wiggle too much, or you’re going to have another hard-on to deal with.”

“That wasn’t so bad.” She looked at him, amused.

“Most straight girls don’t like doing that, Scarlet.” He sounded impressed. “You didn’t even spit.”

“Lucky for you we’re not straight girls then.”

“I’d say,” he agreed. “We need to put a bandage on your tattoo now.” He didn’t move a muscle, except to pull the girls tighter. Reece had squeezed in beside them. Scarlet wondered if the chair could support three people. Hopefully Mal would give them some warning if they were above the weight limit. She needed them close right now.

“What do you say we get cleaned up and go somewhere more comfortable?” Reece suggested, working free from their embrace.

“My thoughts exactly.” The rumbling of his hard chest when he spoke felt nice. Scarlet looked down at Malachi. Their gazes met and a soft, contented smile creased the corners of his eyes.

“Are you even going to look at your tattoo before I bandage it?” Now he was laughing at her.

“Fuck. I almost forgot!”

He gave her a hand-held mirror and led her to the full length one on the wall. She moved the hand mirror around until she had a good view of it. Her jaw dropped. “How is this even prettier than it was in your picture?” She turned back and forth, watching the way it rippled as she moved her shoulder. It wasn’t just a tattoo. It was art.

Reece looked at it and grinned. “Can you believe it felt that good and it looks that awesome? You’re going to be inked all over in no time.”

“All over?” Malachi smiled. “I volunteer.”

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Giggling, they climbed the stairs to their condo hand in hand, Malachi following behind. Scarlet was still wound up and she wondered whether she’d have the energy to get off again before they went to sleep. She was surprised it was only nine thirty. The bone-tired feeling was the same as how she felt after Malachi gave her a really good beating.

She fumbled for the key, blinking at the keyhole. It was a good thing Malachi had driven home. It was like being drunk.

Success didn’t come immediately, but when it did she moved inside and threw her bag on the table. The other two hadn’t followed. She went back out to see what was keeping them. They were having a stare-down in the hallway. Had Reece been mouthy? Suddenly, Malachi grabbed Reece around the waist then swallowed her squeak of surprise with his mouth. She was about to laugh and tell them to get a room when she noticed movement behind them.

Her heart dropped into her shoes. “Oh... Hi, Mom.”

Reece and Malachi broke apart and stepped awkwardly away from each other – Reece’s face was a bright crimson red.

“Hi baby,” her mother said uncertainly. She was looking at Malachi, aghast. A second later her features had smoothed to a calm indifference. “I just came to drop off some of the cereal I got on sale. I guess I should have called first.”

“It’s okay. Mom, this is our friend, Malachi. Mal, this is my mom, Jorah.”

Her mother nodded to him stiffly then handed the bag of cereal off to Scarlet.“Nice to meet you Malachi. Hi, Reece, that’s a very pretty skirt.”

Scarlet bit her lip when she remembered that she hadn’t let Reece put her panties back on, and they were now in her bag. Reece mumbled a thank you, but didn’t look her mother in the eye. Awkward.

Her mother squeezed her hand and backed a few steps. “Give me a call when you get a chance, Scarlet. I haven’t seen you lately.”

She waved and was in the stairwell before Scarlet could respond. Shit. What must her mother be thinking? Probably, that she’d been right when she’d warned Scarlet not to let this guy hang around Reece. Or maybe just that that they were sluts.

Here she’d been wondering vaguely how she’d tell her mother if it ever came to that. Now, instead, she’d be playing twenty questions while her mother tried not to think of the corresponding visual.

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