Blushy Spicy Novels & Stories

she says. “Mine too,” I admit grabbing a piece to bring it to her lips. She doesn’t hesitate, humming as she eats it. Like the café, she’s taking such pleasure in savoring what I recommend and then beams in excitement to continue. “If you like that, you might like this,” she says, grabbing a different sushi roll. “This is Hamachi, with habanero and an eel sauce. Nice and spicy,” she warns with a smile. I take that bite from her, too but regret it almost instantly. The flavor, though good, is accompanied by a spiciness that’s making me cry.

“Let’s see what we got.” The spicy, red concoction glided across her pouty mouth that hardly wore a smile anymore. A dash of sugar and vanilla with the cinnamon and clove this time pulled it all together, and when her smooth pink tongue slid across her lips, she realized she got it nearly perfect this time. Her lips rubbed back and forth through the slickness of the spiced cider-flavored gloss as she pushed the wand inside the tiny glass tube.

I’d pay good money to watch. He saw it—the shift in my expression, the way my shorts suddenly felt tighter, the way I swallowed hard. “Oh,” he murmured, voice dropping. “You’re blushing.” “Shut up.” He stepped closer—not touching, but close enough that I could smell him, feel the heat rolling off his bare skin. “You never heard a guy jerk off before, Taylor?” My name in his mouth sounded filthy. I wanted him to say it again, slower, right against my ear.

he said, and I prayed with everything in me that he was right as our glasses clinked together. I brought my glass to my mouth, inhaling the smoky maple scents that wafted into my nose before drawing a swig into my mouth. The liquid was harsh, burning down my throat before settling in a warm, fuzzy feeling in my gut. I sucked the air in harshly to follow and I saw Rhodes smirk at me from the corner of my eye, "Not used to the tough stuff are you, little wolf?"

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

Decided she was useful enough not to discard. Hair tangling beneath her shoulders, fingers gripping the edge of the counter, Blue found it quite difficult not to moan encouragingly as he wrapped his mouth around her. His tongue so delicate and shy, one hand flat against her stomach. His thumb brushing her peak in the very way that made her want to cry out in pure frustration, her knuckles white around the edge of the counter. So she did, wept a short declaration with her index finger between her teeth, dress loosened around her shoulders. A feeling of creeping fulness never further away. Yet so near. Let her cheek flatten against the countertop as his tongue slid inside of her rather slowly.

Then he reclined in the barber's chair riding it first up then down. He straightened when he heard Juicy return. She had freshened up, brushed her teeth and fixed up her dreds. Troy noted that she was wearing khaki capris and a rhinestone studded shirt that hugged her large body in a sexy way. She was still wearing her doo rag, but it now seemed somehow decorative.