Scorched (Sizzle #2) (14 page)

“Your mouth’s
gonna write a check your body can’t cash, darlin’,” Devil warned in a serious
voice even though his eyes were bright and excited.

“Honey, I
stand by every word I’m sayin’,” she returned.  “I think you’re the one that
might have over anticipated what he was capable of doing,” Molly continued to
provoke as a shiver of anticipation slid down her spine.

“Woman, I
hope you don’t mind walking down the aisle at Mannie’s wedding bow-legged,”
Devil growled, rocking his hips against her pelvis, showing her just how
aroused he was.  “This cock is gonna tear that sweet little pussy of yours up,”
he promised, nipping her chin.

“You gonna do
something other than talk, darlin’?” Molly pushed, her breathing accelerating
as she watched those gorgeous eyes of his darken with intent.

Snarling,
Devil backed up until he knelt between Molly’s spread legs and stared down at
her damp core.  Already, her barely-there curls looked darker, wetter, and sexy
as fuck.  Lifting his eyes to hers, he ground out, “Our safe word for the night
is ‘giraffe’.  Use it if you need it, baby.”  Then, he dove, face first, into
her pussy.

Devil

Molly’s sweet
moans pierced the silence of the bedroom as she thrashed beneath his mouth.  Licking
his tongue up and down her slit, he felt her stomach tighten underneath the
hand he had pressed against her stomach.  Swirling his tongue in a circle
around her swollen nub, he nearly came like a teenager against the sheets when
he heard her low cry of delight. 

Flicking her
tender bud with the tip of his tongue as he carefully pulled it between his
teeth, Devil moaned as Molly’s delectable taste coated his tongue.  She tasted
like apples and sunshine, fresh and sweet simultaneously.  A man could easily
get drunk on the sinfully wicked delight of eating her out.  Fortunately for
him, he was the
only
one that would ever have the privilege of dining on
her.  He might not have been his wife’s first lover, but he was determined to
be her last.  No man would ever take this from him while he still breathed. 
Lifting his head, his gaze climbed up her body to settle on her glowing face. 
Lips parted as she pulled quick bursts of air into her lungs, she fought to
regulate her breath.  Using his thumb to keep her clit stimulated, he rubbed in
a slow back and forth pattern while he slipped two fingers into her drenched
cunt.  “You like that, baby?  Or do you want my tongue back?” he asked, curling
his fingers inside her and rubbing that patch of nerves that made her toes
curl.

“I don’t
care,” Molly gasped as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy and her clit
swelled against his thumb.  “It all feels so good, Devil!  The pleasure is
almost painful,” she almost whined, lifting her hips off the bed to meet the
shallow thrust of his hand. 

“Does it hurt
so good, babe?” Devil whispered, dropping his head to pull her nipple between
his lips and suckle gently.  Pulling his fingers free of her greedy pussy, he
slapped her wet folds sharply, pulling a long moan from her lips as her hips
arched again.

“God!” she
gasped as he plunged three fingers into her.  “Yes!  It’s such a good hurt,
Devil,” she whimpered, biting her lower lips as she chased the pleasure,
undulating her hips to try and pull his fingers deeper into her.  “Fuck me,
Devil,” she begged breathlessly.  “Please, just fuck me.”

“Not yet,” he
growled, releasing her nipple and sliding down her body to lick her clit as he
continued to finger fuck her.  “Want you good and primed before I dive into
that pussy.  Because once I get there, Sweetheart, I’m gonna be there for a
long time.”

“I’m ready
now, baby,” Molly pleaded with him, closing her eyes as her body reached for
him.

Christ, he
was fucked.  Once he got inside her tight little pussy, he’d be lost.  Watching
as his beautiful wife’s body chased her climax, his jaw tightened.  His cock
ached with the sweetest kind of pain, flexing against his abdomen as it waited
to take a turn inside Molly’s body.  She was so fucking tight.  “Jesus, babe,
this perfect pink pussy is sucking at my fingers.  I can feel your walls
tremble.  You need that orgasm bad, don’t you?” he whispered, dragging his
tongue over her distended bud again before he pulled it between his lips and
sucked sharply.  Smiling as Molly cursed loudly, he suckled her clit once more,
tugging it with his teeth before letting go and blowing against it. 

 Molly
shuddered against the bed, keening with need as her fingers raked his scalp. 
“Fuck, Devil!  I love the way you do that!”

“Do what,
baby?   I wanna hear you say it.  Use that nasty mouth and tell me what you love,”
he demanded roughly, slapping her pussy again before grinding the heel of his
hand against her clit.  “If you want me to do it, fuckin’ say it and maybe I’ll
allow this sweet little pussy a bit of relief,” he bargained, lifting his head
to bore his eyes into hers.

“I love the
way you eat me out,” Molly shouted hoarsely.  “Please, baby, lick my pussy. 
Let me cum on your tongue.”

“You wanna
feed me your cream, Angel?  Do you wanna cum all over my lips?” Devil rasped,
already pressing openmouthed kisses against the insides of each of her thighs
while her musky scent taunted the beast inside him.  Pulling her thighs over
his shoulders, he settled between her legs to give her what she needed.

“Yes!” Molly
screamed as her thighs shook around his neck.  “Please, yes!”

Dipping his
head, Devil licked and kissed every inch of her pussy.   Using the flat of his
tongue, he swept it up and down her slippery cunt, drawing in her essence and
relishing her taste as his fingers pushed inside her, sliding against the
contracting walls of her pussy.  Her channel gripped him, pulsing around his
digits as he growled against her clit and worked Molly’s body into a frenzy. 
He loved it when she got lost in the pleasure and forgot everything but him and
what he could do to her.  Lifting his head a few inches, he watched his shiny
fingers thrust in and out of her, slick with her juices.  “Fuck, baby, I love
your pussy.  Always so hot and tight.  Fuckin’ made for me and me alone,” he
shared hoarsely.

“Yes! 
Yours.   Always yours, Devil,” Molly panted, her body stiffening as her first
orgasm began to spread through her body.  “Oh, God, Devil,” she whimpered
faintly, “I’m there, baby!”

He lapped his
tongue once more and collected her cream before he pulled his mouth away from
the most scrumptious meal he’d ever been fed.  Coming to his knees, Devil
jerked his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with his cock.  Devil
hovered above Molly as he sank inside her and prayed he didn’t lose himself
right then.  He held himself still, knowing it had been months since he’d
intimately loved his wife.  He knew her body needed a moment to adjust to his
invasion, but when her walls clenched around his dick in what felt like a silk
shrouded vice, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.  Her pussy was
tightening around him with a grip that made his balls ache and he was a single
breathe away from throwing caution to the wind and fucking her like the end of
the world was coming.  “Ah, fuck,” he bit out, clamping his teeth together as
he fought his own release back.  “Goddamn, Molly, baby, be still,” he implored
the squirming woman as she wrestled with her own orgasm.  “If you make me cum
before I get a chance to hammer this little pussy, you won’t sit for a week,”
he threatened against her ear, sucking her ear lobe between his lips as he
silently recited the batting order of the Atlanta Braves in order to keep his
cock in check.

Waiting until
the flutters in Molly’s pussy had lessened, he began to move inside her,
thrusting deeply but gently in measured strokes designed to work them both up. 
“You okay, baby? Is this too much?” he asked, dipping his head to lick a bead
of sweat from Molly’s neck.

“No, this is
perfect.  You’re perfect,” Molly moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and
her legs around his waist.  “I love feeling you move inside me,” she shared
softly before lifting her head to meet his mouth with her own. 

Devil groaned
as Molly’s mouth opened underneath his and her tongue slipped inside his
mouth.  They exchanged a slow, wet, passionate kiss as she tilted her hips,
allowing him to get deeper…closer.  “Fuck, I love you,” he whispered between
kisses, nibbling her full lower lip as she lifted her ass, meeting each thrust
of his hips eagerly.  “Love how it feels when you’re wrapped around me,” he
continued, his breaths falling hot and heavy against her neck as he worked in
and out of her soaked pussy.   

He groaned as
Molly clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer.  Building the pace of his
thrusts gradually, Devil kept one eye glued to Molly’s face, making sure that
he didn’t get too carried away.  After all, this was her first time since she
delivered their daughter.  And while he knew that his woman craved a certain
level of pain, he also knew that there were different kinds of aches. 
Fortunately, his Molly was amazingly responsive to him, and he could easily
read her facial cues.  For example, his beautiful wife was nearly ecstatic now,
her ecstasy near its peak. Just like his own. 

Deepening his
thrusts as he felt her intimate grip on his cock tighten, he felt a tingle fly
up his spine, warning him that his own pinnacle was approaching.  Sliding one
hand between them as he braced himself with the other, Devil worked Molly’s
slick bud, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves and
reducing her to squirming mass of limbs.

“Oh, God! 
Devil!  Don’t stop!  Please don’t fucking stop,” she begged frantically,
clawing his back in a way that he knew would leave reminders of their passion. 

“I’m here
baby.  I’m right here.  I’ve got you,” he soothed against her ear as his own
body continued to tighten, readying itself to surrender to the strength of his
orgasm.  “I’m gonna cum, baby.  I want you with me,” he growled, rubbing her
clit faster and working her into a tumultuous mass of need.  “Get there,
Molly,” he demanded gruffly as his jaw clenched.  “Surrender to it, baby!  Just
let go!”

He released
the first thick rope of his seed just as her first scream of completion tore
through the quiet evening.  Grunting heavily, his hips pumped at a frantic pace
in the cradle of her legs.  “Ah, fuck, yeah!  I’m cumming, angel!  Yes, Molly,
baby! Yes!!” he swore, struggling for air as he cried out Molly’s name one last
time as jet after jet of his warm cum filled her pussy, painting her convulsing
walls with his seed. 

Collapsing
beside her what felt like long minutes later but was only actually about ninety
seconds, Devil threw his arm around Molly’s waist and pulled her against his
chest, her head on his shoulder.  “Holy fuck,” he panted while sweat ran down
his chest.  Looking down at his wife whose skin gleamed with the evidence of
exertion, he was pleased to find her staring at him, smiling widely.  “You
okay, honey?” he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she, too,
tried to get her breathing under control.  “I didn’t hurt you there at the end,
did I?”

Molly’s hand
rose to cup his jaw.  “You could
never
hurt me, Devil.  Not in the bad
way.  I’m fine.  I’m better than fine.  I feel like I just got smothered by the
most powerful form of pleasure in existence.  So, I’m gonna go with ‘I’m
great
!’”

“Me, too,
angel.  Me, too,” Devil returned with a happy smile and soft sigh.  Staring at
the ceiling, he continued, “We did it, Molly.  We got our happy ending, didn’t
we?” he asked, giving her a soft look as she rolled on top of him and stared
down into his eyes.

“We did,”
Molly agreed happily with a soft, dreamy look on her face. 

“Wanna know
what’s even better?” Devil asked in a low voice as he stroked her bare back
with one hand.”  At Molly’s nod he went on.  “Soon, our friends will have this
same kind of bliss.  In less than a week, life will return to blessed business
as usual.  Just a few more days, and we’re in the clear,” he informed her
enthusiastically.

Dropping her
head to Devil’s shoulder, Molly groaned.  “Now, why did you have to do that?”
she asked, twisting his nipple painfully as she jerked her head up and glared
at him.

“What?” he
yelped, capturing her offending hand and pulling it away from his abused
nipple.

“You know
what,” Molly retorted.  “You done went and tempted that bitch called Fate!”

Devil

It was the
wedding that almost wasn’t. 

At least,
that’s how he referred to it in his mind.  He’d learned the hard way not to
speak such blasphemy aloud in his wife’s presence.  The faint, but visible
bruises that he carried on the inside of his wrist was proof of the matrimonial
terrorism she chose to employ when she disagreed with his casual observation. 
Could he really help it if he was blunt to a fault?  According to Molly, the
answer was a resounding YES.

Nobody,
however could disagree with the fact that his amazing wife had, indeed,
accomplished a minor miracle today and successfully orchestrated the commitment
ceremony of two of their best friends.  He would have liked to have been able
to say this special day had gone off without a hitch.  Unfortunately, he wasn’t
a very good liar.  NO, fate, fickle and capricious fate, had once again reared
her ugly head and decided to screw with them all out of sheer, unmitigated
spite.     

He wished he
could say he was surprised.  But again, he couldn’t lie for shit.

Instead, he
glanced up into the heavens and noted the now bright and sun-filled skies
shining down on the gathered masses.  Deftly shifting his sleeping daughter to
his other shoulder, he shook his head in disgust and recalled exactly what
those friendly skies had looked like first thing this morning.

A freakish
thunderstorm, which, incidentally, had
not
been predicted by any of the
so-called professionals working at any of the news stations of Atlanta, had
blown through the neighborhood and drenched the back yard (which, funnily
enough, was Armando and Molly’s chosen venue for the wedding). While Molly had
screamed her horror at the deluge, Devil had made the monumental mistake of
making the tasteless joke that perhaps topless mud wrestling could be added to
the day’s itinerary of events.  Come on, people!  It would have singularly
unique and everybody knew it.

At least,
that’s how he’d reasoned it out.  Could he really help it if he was surrounded
with naysayers?  Of course, he couldn’t.  From there, Molly had done much more
than simply pinch him.  Weaponry of all sorts was suddenly being employed and
hurled in his general direction.

Suffice it to
say that it had been a
long
morning, and he was still giving serious
consideration to suing those wannabes that claimed to be meteorologists.  He
was fairly sure that he had a case for the decimation of false and inaccurate
information.  He was almost positive that Vivian would agree to represent him. 
Unlike Molly’s other friend, Sami, she actually appeared to be able to tolerate
his existence.

“Devil.”

Turning
slightly in his folding chair, he couldn’t help the small groan that escaped as
he saw who was calling his name.  “Think of the diva, and she shall appear,
Devlynn. Remember that,” he murmured to his slumbering daughter. 

“I heard
that, you asshole,” Sami groused, as she continued toward his table, her baby
pink strapless bridesmaid gown flowing around her legs.

“I wasn’t
trying to be quiet,” he returned, patting Devlynn’s back as she stirred against
him and frowning as the blonde bombshell pulled out a chair and sat down at the
table beside him.  All around them, workers were folding up tables and chairs
and loading them into the pair of vans the events company had provided.  The
last of the guests had departed less than half an hour earlier, and the only
folks remaining were those that Molly counted as family.  His eyes turned to
the woman that had just sat down.  “So, how’s it going in there?” he asked,
lifting his chin and jerking it toward the back door.

Sami groaned
and wrinkled her nose.  “About as you’d expect.  The wedding photographer just
finished in the living room and the boys that Molly hired are waiting to take
down the silk bunting in the dining room and den.  I’m surprised there aren’t
cops blocking the rooms off with crime scene tape.  I swear it looks like a
bloodbath happened in there.  Honestly, what was Mols thinkin’ when she allowed
Mannie to choose those wedding colors.  Crimson and roses?  Why didn’t you just
contact the blood bank and have ‘em spray the joint?” she asked with a delicate
shudder.

“Now, Sami,”
Viv chided, tossing her dark shoulder-length hair over her shoulder as she
joined them at the table.  “You know that Mannie had his heart absolutely set
on those colors.  He said it was the color of love or some mess like that,
remember?”

“Oh, I
remember,” Devil grunted.  “But between you two and me, I agree with Vivian.  I
felt like I was visiting a crime scene when I walked in the dining room.”

“If I was
you, I’d keep that to myself when Molly gets out here for a breath of fresh
air.  “I think she’s still a mite rattled from the tuxedo incident.”

“What tuxedo
incident?” Devil asked, looking from one of Molly’s best friends to the other.

“You didn’t
hear?” Sami asked with a sly smile.

“Sami,” Viv
warned.

“Oh, but this
is toooo good, Vivi,” Sami whispered, her smile growing exponentially larger as
Viv glared at her.  “Lemmee tell ‘em!”

Closing her
eyes, Vivian shook her head, “You are so lucky he’s holding Devlynn,” she
murmured.

Tired of the
byplay, Devil offered Sami a hard look.  “Talk.”

“Well, you
know how everybody was rushin’ around this morning, tryin’ to get everything
moved inside while the boys were getting on their tuxedos, right?”

Oh yeah, he
remembered.  He also remembered the epic battle that had taken place regarding
those fuckin’ tuxes a few days back when Armando had had his heart set on some
New Age red velvet monstrosity he’d found while out shopping with Molly  while
Nick had strongly wanted to stick to tradition and wear his tastefully simple
black Armani.  That fight that had transpired had been almost as big as the one
they’d had when Armando had learned Nick hadn’t told his parents about him.  He
was convinced that guilt was the only reason Nick had agreed to compromise and
let Mannie wear the tux of his choice while Nick wore the traditional one that
he already owned. 

“I remember,
Samantha.  Get to the point.”

“Oh, she is,”
Viv muttered, a faint blush staining her cheeks.

“Well, Nick
got ready upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms without a single hitch,” Sami
explained easily. 

“So,” Devil prodded
impatiently, switching his daughter to the other shoulder and rocking gently
from side to side when she squirmed against his chest.

“So, our
Armando didn’t have as easy a time.  I guess our boy did a little stress eating
during the past few days and gained a couple of pounds because his tux didn’t
go on quite so easy.  The poor bastard had both Molly
and
Viv, here, in
your bedroom tryin’ to stuff him in that get-up he chose.”

“Well,
obviously they were successful,” Devil shrugged.  “After all, I was
at
the wedding, Samantha.”

“Oh, they
were!  But didn’t you notice how Mannie walked a little funny down the aisle.”

Devil thought
back to that moment and slowly nodded.  Mannie had been moving a little slow,
but he’d just assumed that like any diva, he was savoring his moment.  “Come to
think of it, yeah,” he agreed, looking up to see Sami barely holding back her
giggles while Vivian’s face had turned as red as a beet.  “Oh dear God,” he
said softly.  “What happened?”

“Well, in her
eagerness to get Mannie down to his matrimonial mark at the altar, your wife
got a little over excited zipping Armando’s fly.  Let’s just say that
Little
Mannie
got caught in a bind between some big metal teeth,” Sami choked
before breaking into deep belly laughs.

Vivian picked
up the story at that point.  “It was horrible, Devil,” she whispered.  “Mannie
was hoppin’ around like a wet tomcat, his winkie wavin’ in the wind, screamin’
like a woman.  And poor Molly, she was a-chasin’ him, trying to get her hands
on his little fella so she could release him, but Armando was just like one of
those Mexican jumpin’ beans.  Here, then there.  It was just awful!  Molly
finally just had to tackle him to the floor and grab hold of his…. flag staff
while I tried to pull the zipper down.”

Devil’s eyes
watered as he tried to hold back the sounds of his own laughter.  “And then?”
he rasped.

“Well, we got
that fish off the hook, but I’m not sure his boat will every float down the
river the same way.  Bless his heart, I don’t think poor Armando will ever be able
to look at me or Molly in the eye again either.  To add insult to injury, the poor
thing had to walk down the aisle with two Elmo Band-Aids on his little ole
tallywacker.  His abused ding-a-ling looked like something had bit it.  Twice!”

“It’ll be
quite the conversation piece for him and Nick tonight on their honeymoon,” Sami
wheezed, still laughing.

Frowning,
Vivian looked between Sami and Devil as their laughter got louder and narrowed
her eyes dangerously.  “I want you both to know that I think you’re probably
going to hell.  This isn’t funny!  Molly, Mannie, and I are traumatized!”

“I’ll see
about getting’ y’all some group therapy,” Devil returned, wiping his eyes as he
finally was able to get control of himself.

“That’s
sweet, but sadly, I won’t be here for a few weeks,” Viv informed the pair.

“Where you
goin’?” Sami questioned, her blonde eyebrows furrowing.

“Out of town
for work.  One of the many gifts that being made partner at the firm got me.  I
swear, I can’t remember why I wanted it so badly,” Vivian grumbled, tucking her
hair behind her ear with one hand as the other adjusted the bodice on her
strapless gown.  “In fact, I leave in just under an hour.  The firm is sending
a car for me.”

“And exactly
where exactly are they having you shipped?” Sami asked unhappily.

“Paradise,
Tennessee.  Prior to making partner, I’d heard that my firm took on a new
client.  Diego Fuentes,” Vivian explained.

Devil’s
shoulders tightened at the mention of that name.  “Diego Fuentes?  The same
Fuentes that are members of the notorious drug cartel?  Vivian, I’m not sure….”

Vivian held
up a hand.  “Innocent until proven guilty, Devil.  Plus, he’s my firm’s
client.  There’s nothing I can do.  I can’t refuse a client just because the
name makes me nervous.  Besides, he’s not a member of the cartel.”

“He’s a
Fuentes
,
Viv!” Sami exclaimed, her face white and worried.

“He’s my
client, and he’s turning state’s evidence to take down his father.  He’s not
that bad,” Vivian returned calmly.  “Don’t worry,” she told her friends.  “And
for heaven’s sake, don’t tell Mannie and Molly until
after
I leave.”

“Gee,
thanks.  Leaving
me
with the fallout.  That’s kind of you, Viv.  You’re
a real peach, darlin’,” Devil growled sarcastically.   Taking a deep breath, he
frowned as he looked at Molly’s friend.  Hell, his friend, too.  “You get in
any trouble up there, you call me.”

“You gonna
rush in and play white knight, Devil,” Sami asked with a smirk.

“Probably
not, but I’ll sure as hell pay a lot of money to somebody who will,” he replied
with a wink at Vivian.

Rising,
Vivian brushed off her dress.  “It’ll be fine, y’all, but I do need to get
going.  I’ve already hugged Mannie and Nick so I’m just gonna slip out.”

Sami and
Devil both rose to hug her.  “Seriously, honey, you get so much as a creepy
feeling, you call me,” Devil ordered the younger woman.  “I’ll hire a bodyguard
for you so fast that Fuentes head will spin.”

“Not
necessary, but thanks.  I’ll call soon,” she said.  And with one final wave,
she disappeared around the side of the house.

Resuming
their seats, Devil shook his head.  “Not sure how I feel about that,” he said,
nodding to where Viv had just disappeared.

“She’s smart,
Dev.  If she needs help, she’ll sing out,” Sami assured him, sneezing three
times in quick succession and glaring at the orchid centerpieces.  “Aren’t
those supposed to be roses?” she asked as she lifted a hand to rub her itchy
nose.

“Shhh, don’t
say that too loud or….”

“Or
what,
Devil?”
Molly asked, appearing out of nowhere behind him and smacking her husband on
the shoulder.  “Or I’ll lose what little is left of my mind?  Is that what you
were going to say?”

Smiling at
his gorgeous wife over his shoulder, he shook his head.  “Of course not. 
Saying something stupid like that might cause you to force feed me that
sandpaper tasting thing masquerading as a wedding cake,” he reasoned, scooting
his chair back and pulling Molly down to sit on one of his legs.  “Take a load
off, beautiful.  It’s all over except for the cryin’,” he soothed, rubbing a
hand up and down her back.

“I swear, I’m
gonna sue both the florists and the baker,” Molly vowed under her breath,
glaring at what was left of the surprisingly pretty wedding cake.  “Who the
hell would order gluten-free for a wedding cake?  I think I’d remember if I’d
asked for that!  And to answer your question, Sami – yes, they were supposed to
be roses.  Evidently something happened to the florist’s shipment and this is
what we got,” she said, nodding toward the elegant centerpieces.  “Freakin’
orchids.”