Page 94 of Sangre
“Oh, Sangre,” she said in a barely audible voice, and at that moment, he knew she was ready to explode. He dipped his head and covered her mouth with his as she came, swallowing her moans and cries. Isla leaned into him, and he held her close as the ultimate pleasure overtook her.
“I heard you let Army and Crow have it,” Skull said, scooting on the bench across from Sangre.
With one more thrust, he removed his finger from Isla while nodding. “They had it coming to them, especially Army.” Isla nestled closer to him, and he slinked an arm around her shoulders.
“Did you ask her about the CD?” Skull took a big bite out of his taco.
Sangre looked down at her and smiled when her eyelids fluttered open. “What CD?” she asked.
“The one for Skull’s sister.”
“I don’t know if you remember two goofy teenagers shoving CDs in your face at Trailside.” Skull picked up his beer. “One of them was my sister and she’s fuckin’ nuts about your band, especially the guitarist.”
She straightened up. “Yes, I remember her and her friend. I don’t remember their names.”
“Ella—my sis, and Zoe’s her friend.”
“That’s right. They both have the hots for Arsen. Did you want me to get the band to sign a CD for them?”
“If you don’t mind.” Skull glanced at Sangre. “You were supposed to have asked her.”
“I was gonna.” The truth was he’d forgotten, and that seemed to be the norm for him since Isla came back into his life. All that mattered was her and, of course, the club, but she was always forefront in his mind.
“It’s fine,” Isla said, picking up her drink. “I’ll have the band sign one for Ella and Zoe. Are they coming to the show tomorrow night?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll give the CDs to them at the show.” She cocked her head and paused. “Is that Ozzy playing? I’m pretty sure it is, but it’s loud out here.”
“Yup. It’s ‘I Don’t Wanna Stop,’” Sangre said.
“I thought so. Let’s dance. I love this song.” She scrambled out of her seat and swayed her hips in rhythm to the song until he grabbed her hand and led her into the main room to a makeshift dance floor. She spun around, her head bobbing in beat to the music, her hips moving so damn seductively. There was a sheen on her flushed skin and her hazel eyes were bright, and he wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall and fuck her good and hard.
The song ended and the slow strains from Bon Jovi’s “I’ll Be There For You” filled the room. Sangre yanked her to him and she curled her arms around his neck and leaned into him, tucking her head against his chest. His arms were around her waist and his hands rested on her ass. Flexing his hips against hers, he ground his hard cock against her. She lifted her head and he crushed his mouth on hers. Kissing, they swayed to the song, and Isla rubbed her tits against his chest.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled against her lips. Cupping her ass, he lifted her inches from the floor.
The song ended and they broke their kiss. Sangre slid Isla down his body, planting her feet on the linoleum floor. The hard-hitting beats of AC/DC rocked the room, and Isla spun away from him and shook her sweet ass in time to the music. She shimmied up to him, her tits jiggling in erotic motion, her mouth moving to the lyrics of the song. He reached for her, but she pulled back, tossing her head back in laughter.
After several more fast songs, the pace slowed down again with another ballad and she moved toward him, her arms outstretched as if to curl around his neck again, but he gripped her hand and pulled her away from the dance floor and up the flight of stairs to his room. His cock was so hard it was painful, and he couldn’t wait to pump it inside her.
Before he opened his door, he pinned Isla against it, kissed her throat, and squeezed her tits. “You were teasing me on the dance floor with these,” he said, dragging his mouth to the swell of her breasts and biting them.
“Let’s go inside,” she murmured, her hand grabbing his hair and yanking his head up. She kissed him, and his tongue pushed against her teeth, urging her mouth to let him in. Parting her lips, her tongue delved inside, and she moaned as he twisted her hair in his fingers and drew her lips even closer to his until there was no space between them. The key jingled in the lock as he tried to open the door. Holding her tight, he pushed it open then kicked it shut.
He skimmed his hands over her curves then reached under her skirt and slid his hand inside her panties and grabbed her ass cheek.
“I gotta have that sweet ass, babe,” he said. With his free hand, he put her hand on his throbbing cock. “See what you do to me?” She squeezed hard and he thought he was going to lose it.
Then she took his hand and placed it on her crotch; the sheer fabric covering it was wet. Desire burned in her eyes. “See what you do to me?” she whispered before running her tongue up the length of his throat.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered.
“Not yet,” she said, tugging his zipper down. His cock sprang out and she curled her hand around it, her thumb caressing its head.
He sucked in his breath. “Fuck, babe.” He tangled his fingers in her long hair.
Isla opened his pants and tugged his jeans and boxers down then dropped to her knees. He watched as she stroked his cock’s head with the tip of her tongue, running it on the underside before she took him in her warm mouth, pushing him deeper and deeper until his balls hit against her chin. “Damn, woman,” he rasped as he yanked her hair. His dick slid in and out of her mouth, each thrust harder than the last, and he relished the fire she lit in his cock and balls.
