Devil’s Saints: Taz
Chapter 18: Bathroom Counter
Scrapper, what goes on between them is none of your fucking business. Piss off. – Spider
“Are you going to join me?”
“Only if you want me to.” Riffraff answered.
Biting her lip, Taz contemplated. It was tempting. But she was not sure if she was ready for that yet. If they were in the shower together, she was pretty sure that she knew where it would lead to.
“I said no sex until I won. I didn’t win on points tonight. I won.”
“You did.” He agreed. “How about a compromise?”
“You compromise on sex?”
“I compromise on a lot of things. I was raised in a house full of women. I know when to admit defeat.”
“Are you admitting defeat?”
“You let me taste you, and I’ll call it a win.” He said softly as he undid her belt and jeans. They were pushed down to her knees before he effortlessly lifted her onto the bathroom counter. Kneeling before her, he removed her boots and then her jeans the rest of the way. Movement caused him to look up and see her pulling off her shirt.
Standing between her legs he looked at her body. Tight and strong. Bruised and weak. And all for his appreciation. Taz reached up and started to push his cut off. Quickly, it was shrugged off and hung up on the hook on the back of the door. She pulled his white t–shirt out of his waistband and then off of him.
Giving in to her urge, she ran her hands up his chest and then down to his pants. Her fingers started to undo his belt but he grabbed them and shook his head at her. Riffraff sank down to his knees while keeping his eyes on hers and his fingers around her wrists. He guided her hands to his hair before releasing them and putting his own hands on her legs.
er as he placed a kiss on Taz gasped when he lifted her slightly and pulled her closer to the edge of the counter. Riffraff smile her inner thigh and then the opposite leg. The whole time he continued to watch her. Her breathing was ragged and when he pressed a kiss to the top of her slit, she stopped breathing completely.
He licked her all the way down and then back up. A soft moan escaped just before she started breathing again. Using his arms, he spread her legs a little wider and used his thumbs to open her for his tongue. Grabbing fistfuls of hair, her head rolled back and rested against the mirror.
Eye contact was broken and he closed his own eyes as he began to devour her. Swirling his tongue around her nub, Riffraff slipped a finger inside before closing his lips on her nub. Taz sighed in pleasure and he hummed against her.
“Riff.”
“Let go babe.”
At his gentle urging, whispered against her core, she did just that. She released his hair and her arms fell to the counter where her hands found purchase. Relaxing, her body slumped for just a moment before she arched giving into the orgasm that ripped through her. A silent scream left her throat as it curved back and her eyes and mouth opened wide in pleasured shock.
Just as she started to come back together, he slipped another finger in her. His mouth returned to her with fervor. He was taking her back up before she had even reached earth again. Two more orgasms had her slumped against the mirror, completely exhausted.
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Chapter 18: Bathroom Counter
Riffraff stood up and shifted Iris hand so that the only part that was but was his thumb. And that was now toying with the over sensitized hood. Every time that his hand slid in, additional pressure was placed on her clit. His other hand supported her neck and had her looking up at him.
“Come for me.” Riffraff demanded huskily.
Keeping her eyes on his she reached forward and undid his belt and Jeans. Taz pushed his jeans and briefs out of the way and wrapped her hand around his cock. His eyes closed and a tremor ran through his body as he fought for control. She gathered the precum off the tip and underside where his Prince Albert piercing was, and used it as a lubricant on his shaft.
He felt her other hand grab some of his hair and pulled him down to her. Their lips touched briefly and then he heard his own demand whispered back to him. “Come for me”
Groaning he took her mouth with his and increased his strokes. She matched his movements and kiss. They had to break apart to catch their breath, ragged as they were. Riffraff buried his face in her neck, nibbling on her sensitive skin, he felt her clamp down on his hand as she crested over the edge. The moan that escaped her throat, pushed him over the edge himself.
“Riff?” Taz asked softly as he continued to kiss her neck. He hummed a quick response. “What’s your real name?”
“Ugh.” He moved away and looked down at her with a grin. “I guarantee, you will not be screaming Herbert in the heat of passion.”
Giggling she buried her face against his chest. “Herbie?”
“Hell no!” he said with a chuckle. “Jasmine.” He pressed his thumb against her clit.
“Round two?” Taz asked pressing her lips to his neck.
“Hmmmm.” Riffraff contemplated but then slowly removed himself from her. “It would be nice. But you need a shower and a rubdown.”
“What kind of rubdown?” she trailed her fingers up his chest.
“God, babe, you are one hell of
temptation.”
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