Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a smooch from The Virgin, book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy. Be warned, it's not a kiss on the lips!


I glanced around the busy room to make sure no one was watching, then slid off my chair. The white tablecloth only reached three quarters of the way to the vintage-style flooring and wouldn’t fully hide me should anyone look our way, but given that we were in a corner, I could only hope that what I was about to do would go unnoticed. It was pretty dark under the table, and the centre pole pressed into my side as I crawled across to rest my forearms on his thighs.“Zara, I really don’t think—” His voice was strung with tension, the words tumbling down beneath the table in an angry, anxious, whispered flow.I wondered if he’d be able to go through with it. Let his propriety go for just a few minutes and be the bad boy that I knew nestled in the far corners of his soul.“Shh!” I whispered. “Shh and keep still.”I unzipped his trousers then pulled his cock out, licking my lips in anticipation of swallowing his growing hardness whole.He shifted closer as he tried to bat me away, his actions conflicting but hiding nothing from me. He wanted it as much as I did.And fuck did I want it. I needed to purge That Man out of my head, and giving Victor pleasure and teaching him to be naughty in public was my way of doing it. I knew Victor would be uncomfortable, probably getting redder by the minute, and a thrill went through me at having such control.I licked his tip—pre-cum there already—then smiled at him being so excited that he was leaking. His flavour burst on my tongue, and I savoured it, staring at his expanding cock, salivating. Instead of a teasing dance with my lips, I plunged him deep inside.He gasped, his legs snapping together, and I elbowed them open, wedging myself between them. From my previous oral forays, I’d gathered he loved a blowjob and would be hard pressed not to come.I pulled up, sucking hard, then slid down again until his pubes tickled my lips. I inhaled the scent of his curls, the musky odour making my cunt leak as I bobbed my head up and down, fast and steady.“Christ, Zara, don’t...”“Are you ready to order, sir?” a woman asked.I sucked on.“Um, uh... Not just yet.” He’d sounded in pain.I smiled around his cock and, as I eased up, scraped my teeth over the head. “My...oh...my dinner guest is indisposed at present. Perhaps,” he cleared his throat, “you’d give me another five minutes?” Five minutes was too long.“Of course, sir.”I took him deep, his tip touching the back of my throat.“Oh, God,” he whispered. “I’m...stop, please stop!”I ignored him, letting him plunder my mouth as he raised his hips, the small movement belying his request. His vein throbbed, and I helped him along by massaging him with one hand while stroking his balls with the other. His cock thickened a second before cum shot out in bursts, hot wetness smacking into the back of my throat. I swallowed everything he gave, listening to his soft “Ah, ah, ah”, and he lowered his hands under the table to grip at my hair. He fisted it, pulled hard, and another, final stream burst from him, flowing over my tongue. I drew up, letting his pulsing cock leave my mouth, and carefully tucked him away. He released my hair and, backing up, I ran my fingers through it, hoping it was tidy enough not to give off that I’ve-been-sucking-my-dinner-date-under-the-table look.Back in my seat, I studied him. His face was indeed flushed, and his bottom lip trembled with a tic. He stared at me, and I picked up on his silent question: What the hell were you thinking?“That’s better,” I said, giving him a smile then licking my lips.“Zara, you are so bad. Too bad.”I smirked and looked away. And wished I hadn’t. That Man sat two tables across from us, his face like thunder, his eyes also sending me a message: I saw that. I saw everything you just did.

Find out more about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy on the Harlem Dae website. And look out for the other two books in the series, The Player and The Vixen.