Seduced by Chocolate (2 page)

Linc captured her mouth again, his hands going to the buttons on her shirt, fingers deftly loosening the buttons from their holes. Charlene did the same, first yanking on his tie and pulling it free of his collar before attacking the buttons with a need she’d never felt before.

Shirts undone and off, Charlene went for the pants next. The entire time their mouths were fused and harsh panting filled the tiny kitchen. Words weren’t needed any longer; they both knew the score and knew what was to come.

The belt came undone with a soft glide of leather against gold-plated metal, the button quickly following and the zipper lowering with ease. His cock seemed to leap into her hand, anxious to be touched and fondled and stroked.

She pumped him once, taking in and measuring the size of him as she enveloped his cock with her hand. Eight, maybe nine inches and two inches in diameter, his cock was long and thick and leaking pre-come as if it couldn’t wait to be buried deep in her pussy. Just the way she liked them.

His pants fell to his ankles and she broke the kiss, her breath coming in shallow, breathy pants. She kicked off her own shorts, leaving her nearly naked and him still caught in his slacks and shoes.

She toed off her sneakers and reached behind her back to fight with the clasp of her bra. “Let me.” Linc reached around her and undid her bra, baring her breasts to the cool kitchen air. He kicked off his own shoes and slacks. Now naked, his cock jutted proudly from the juncture of his thighs.

She palmed his dick as he cupped her bare breasts with his large, smooth palms. As one they stroked and played. He pinched and plumped her nipples while she squeezed and stroked his cock, their tongues dueling and delving into each other’s mouths.

One of his hands left her breast, sliding over the roundness of her stomach to rest between her thighs. His fingers rubbed her panty-clad pussy, arousing her even further, making her want and need and desire him more and more. She widened her stance and rocked her hips, riding his hand while his fingers dug into her pussy, rubbing between her labia and pulling the fabric of her panties across her clit.

Rub and stroke and ride and rock, she continued stroking and kneading his cock in time with the rubbing of her pussy, pushing and pulling them both closer to release. She wanted to come on his hand, come all over his cock. Fuck, she just wanted to come. She ripped her mouth from his. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Not before a bit more foreplay, baby.”

Oh, she loved the way he said “baby” as if he really meant it, and she didn’t care if he did or didn’t.

“Is there a bed around here, Charlene? I read your file…where’s the apartment?” he growled against her lips, his hand still working her soaking wet pussy.

“That way.” She waved her hand behind her, panting. “Do we have to wait? Because…”

He swept her into his arms and turned toward the stove. “Grab some chocolate. We’re going to need it.”

The chocolate-skinned goddess watched him with her sultry eyes, ignoring his demand. Her lush lips curled upward in a petulant bow, almost mocking. No. Teasing. Her full lashes swept down and up like a dancer’s fan as the seductive rasp of her voice made his cock get even harder. “We’re going to need chocolate, you say?”

“Damn right,” he gritted out.

“Mmm. I don’t know. Let me think for a second.” She tapped one of her tapered fingers on her plump lip, pondering.

Fire burned in his groin. “For the love of God, baby, grab the damn chocolate already.”

“Oooh, pushy, aren’t you?”

“No, darling. I’m horny. I want to take you to your bed and pour the chocolate on you and lick you from head to toe…”

“Good Lord.”

“And I’m going to fuck so hard you won’t be able to remember your name afterward.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“And don’t even think that you’ll be able to walk tomorrow morning when I’m finished with you, either.”

“Sweet Mother of God.”

“Take the damn chocolate, Charlene.”

She turned the stove off and snatched the small pot out of the cooling double boiler, without her smart sass this time.

Linc could see she was also giddy with excitement from his promises. “Which way?” His voice was thick with lust. His raging erection had gotten to the point that, without relief, he’d have blue balls soon.

She pointed in the direction of her apartment with her free hand. Linc swept through the door and charged up the stairs, carrying her in his arms as if he were rescuing a damsel in distress from a rabid dragon. She seemed impressed with his strength, as if being carried upstairs was something new for her. She wasn’t the typical anorexic Hollywood starlet. He hated to imagine groping and loving a woman who was just skin and bones. He loved his women dangerously curved, with ample breasts to suck on and a lush ass to mount to oblivion.

The trip upstairs was a blur. Linc remembered kicking her front door open and she yelled at him for that, but by then he was beyond caring. After a few sassy comments from her, he tossed her into bed. Linc snatched the pot from her hand and rested it on the nightstand.

She halted him when he was about to part her legs wide. “Wait!”

“Wait?” he echoed with frustration.
Woman, can’t you see I’m about to burst?

“Not so fast, bucko. I play. Lincoln watches.”

His throat gurgled when Charlene grabbed his erection and stroked his cock. Her smile broke as she clasped both hands around his rock-hard erection, pleasuring him, squeezing him as if he were one of her delectable, perverted chocolate creations. Linc’s heart pounded hard. Blood rushed to his head. She pumped him twice before she pressed his shaft against the flat of his stomach.
What is she doing?

Charlene cupped his balls, giving him several lazy and tender squeezes. Her eyes filled with a mischievous gleam. She leaned forward, flicked her tongue out, and gave him a long, wet lick from balls to tip.

Lincoln drew in a sharp breath. The impact from her lick devastated him. His heart drummed wildly. A wicked rush surged through his veins as if someone had just shot him with pure adrenaline.

He swallowed hard as Charlene pumped him again. “You’re going to taste delicious with chocolate on you.”

“Oh, no. You’re stealing my idea.”

“Hey, my bedroom, my rules.”

“The hell…”

“Be good, Linc. Otherwise…” Charlene shot him a warning look. The message was clear. If he didn’t want to let her play first, he might as well kiss the sex goodbye.

Lincoln groaned. “Fine. Chocolate it is.”

“You started it. I wanted you to fuck me, but you wanted to play. Now, let’s play.” Charlene threw him a triumphant smile, her hands stroking him fast.

“Oh, you’re so going to get it,” he muttered darkly.

“What?”

“Nothing. Blow me.” He cupped the side of her jaw and pressed his cock forward for the taking. Charlene dipped her hand in the pot and smeared his balls and the base of his dick with the warm chocolate. Lincoln hissed through his teeth. The chocolate felt hot, searing on his fevered skin. Goddamn it. He wasn’t sure if he could take this torture. And judging from the twinkle in her eyes, she planned for this to last.

Charlene’s eyes glittered like stars. “The one rule of eating chocolate from a man’s cock is that you have to eat it from bottom up, and save the best for last.”

“You made that up.”

“So?” She laughed. Her sexy voice reverberated in the room, sending electric thrills down his spine. “Bottoms up.” Charlene stuck her tongue out, nibbling, licking his balls while purring like a horny kitten.

Holy fuck. Lincoln shivered. That tongue. That mouth. He was amazed. She was a woman who really enjoyed her chocolate. Her tongue twirled across his too-damn-hard balls, dancing, pirouetting like a prima ballerina across his very flesh, before performing her best
fouetté en tournant.
Her mouth enclosed his cock, and she made small delicious suctions, invoking a high-octane arousal throughout his being. His balls drew so tight that he was shivering.

He was so hot, hot, hot, burning in the fiery lake of Hell, that had he been blond, the roots of his hair would have been flaming red. She had a wicked mouth and a more wicked tongue. Lincoln felt dizzier by the second. He had forgotten to breathe when she tickled the base of his cock. “God!”

“No, it’s Charlene.” She winked. Her laugh followed.

“Very funny.”

Charlene dipped her hand into the pot. She slathered more chocolate on his shaft, coating his cockhead. Lincoln gusted out a long-suffering breath. The warm viscous concoction wrapped him like a blanket of pure sin, waiting to be unveiled by the sultry siren’s mouth. She gave him a soft lick. His cock throbbed. A purr of delight curled out of her throat. “Tasty, tasty…”

She clasped the base of his cock and licked along the chocolate-coated shaft. His heart wanted to crawl out from his throat. He couldn’t remember when he’d ever experienced fellatio this amazing. Especially when she licked the ridge under his cockhead, his weakest spot. With every swish of her tongue, an exquisite ache of pleasure grew into an unbearable pressure, demanding release.

His heart hammered so hard, he could hear it pound through every vein in his body. His breathing was labored. He had never wanted to come so badly in his life. But he pushed the urge down. He didn’t want to come just yet. Not before he tasted her. Not before he plunged his cock into her wet cunt and marked her with his seed, where nothing could ever wash away the evidence of his conquest over her.

He reached for her hair and fisted a handful of her braids as Charlene swept her tongue across his moist slit. Her eyes were semi-closed as she sucked his cockhead as if he were her favorite lollypop. His cock quivered. He quivered. His whole being quivered.

“Holy fuck…” he muttered, his voice nothing but a harsh exhalation from restraining his desire. The pleasure was so thick the only thing he could think was how to survive the deep raw ache, an unadulterated ecstasy that threatened to erupt with each slow suck. In the Name of Those Holy, if she kept doing this, he was a goner for sure.

Lincoln made his decision. He snatched both her wrists and tugged his cock out of her mouth. She protested.

“I think you’ve had enough, babe. My turn.” He didn’t give her a chance to sass him this time. He released his grip and ambushed her with a hard kiss on her lips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth with impatience, while he seized her waist and moved her into the middle of the bed.

The frame creaked when they both tumbled onto the white sheets. She broke the kiss and gasped.

Lincoln grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head, offering her no chance to surrender. “My turn.”

“But I’m not finished.”

“My fucking turn,” he gritted out. “And my turn for fucking.”

Charlene made a series of horny-kittenish purrs again. She writhed under him. Her body glistened with perspiration and the musk of her desire. Combined with the thick scent of the chocolate, she was one intoxicating sweet delight. Lincoln felt raw hunger gnaw at the pit of his stomach. He wanted to eat her, lick her, figuratively and literally, until this sultry chocolate-skinned temptress bawled in ecstasy as he’d promised her before. Yeah, he would like that very much.

Her liquid eyes burned with excitement as Lincoln’s eyes feasted on her naked body, a scrumptious banquet of lush flesh, the incarnation of the goddess Aphrodite herself, waiting to be unearthed thoroughly.

Lincoln swallowed hard.
Mine, mine, mine…

*

Charly had never seen a man with such hunger in his eyes. Those brilliant green eyes, jewels of the deep sea, watched her as if she was one delicious treat that he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. A shiver of lust tingled from the depths of her sex. Her pussy creamed from the impact. Her nipples hardened even more. She had never been so ready to be fucked like this in her life. She would die if she didn’t get filled. Soon. Every fiber of her being screamed “yes” and “fuck me now” as he peeled his lips back into a sensual smile. She hoped he was as ravenous as she was.

He gulped. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I, too, have a method of eating a woman.”

Good Lord. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He reached for the chocolate pot and lifted it from the nightstand. His attention returned to her. “I start from the top down.”

“Top down?”

“Correct.” Lincoln dipped his finger into the tempered chocolate and dripped the melted, gooey dark confectionary nectar on her lips, chin and neck. She flinched. The chocolate was still rather warm. Her skin tingled. Small pricks of pain, followed by succulent pleasure, burst where he had dripped the chocolate. “I start with your lips, neck, nipples, then down, down, and down.”

“My…”

“And I like to take my time too.”

Charly had never felt this frisky. “Are you just going to talk about it or actually going to do something?”

“I’m going to fuck you extra hard for that.” He wedged his powerful thighs between her legs and leaned forward. He seized her hair, threading his fingers around her braids, and pressed her head toward the mattress, mastering her into perfect surrender. He crushed his lips on hers, kissing her so hard she was immediately drowning in a thick torrent of pleasure. His tongue stroked her mouth, swept over her palate, drinking from her as if he was experiencing a fervent thirst. He nibbled her bottom lip, licked her chin, bit the side of her jaw. Charlene shivered. Her pussy clenched. Her juices gushed in reply.