Myths and Gargoyles Jamie Hawke (i read a book .TXT) 📖

“So… just a taste for now,” Red said, giving me one last tug, and then patting my cock like it was a pet. “But more to come. Or… cum?”

She laughed, squeezing my hand to her breast where it had almost reached her nipple, and then pulling back so that she could dance seductively again while Pucky slid my finger out of her panties and redid my pants for me.

“You… you’re kidding, right?” I said.

“Speaking of taste,” Pucky said, and then gestured back to the table. “Come on.” She turned back to Red as she guided me from the dance floor, and said, “We’re going to um, finish our drinks.”

The look in Red’s eyes showed she didn’t buy that for a second, but she just nodded and kept dancing. We reached the table and saw that our food had arrived, so I figured that’s what Pucky had been referring to. We sat and I looked it over, almost able to forget my raging boner at how delicious the chimichanga I’d ordered looked.

But when I grabbed a fork and looked up to see what Pucky thought of her food, she wasn’t there. I looked around, then back to Red, and she waved, moving away from some guy who was trying to move in close to her.

I was totally confused, but figured Pucky must’ve slipped off to the bathroom when I wasn’t paying attention, so took my chimichanga and bit into it. Oh man, the greasy, amazing taste of meat and cheese, and then—something moved on my crotch. I sat up straight, alarmed, until I felt hands moving on my thighs, undoing my pants, and my cock being pulled out.

At least I knew where Pucky had gone. When I felt her tongue on my shaft a moment later then her whole mouth engulfing me, I understood that her reference to ‘taste’ had nothing to do with the food.

Sometimes I could be a bit dense, I admit, but I quickly got over feeling like an idiot and instead focused on not showing my “O face” to the entire restaurant. But damn, with the chimichanga still fresh in my mouth and the way she was bobbing up and down, caressing and fondling, I knew chimichangas would never be the same—and that I’d better hurry and swallow before I choked.

It was a good move when I did, too, because not two seconds after I’d swallowed that bite, Red came back over and, about to sit, noticed my expression. Her eyebrows raised as one, and she stifled a laugh then came around back and said, “Why, Jack, you look stressed.”

“I’m… I’m good. Great. Amazing.”

“Still, maybe you need a shoulder rub to help?”

Instead of a response I bit my lip as a spasm of pleasure coursed through me, and clenched my fists to stop from pounding the table because it felt so good. Then Red had her hands on my shoulders, really getting in there, and oh shit, I was cumming, and this time I couldn’t keep myself from pounding the table lightly. I moaned as quietly as possible, but the old couple at the table next to ours still glanced over in surprise.

“He loves his massages,” Red said.

“Nice save,” I whispered, and felt another spasm so said, “Right there, deeper,” trying to play up the massage angle as another spasm hit me and I knew the last of my cum had just shot into Pucky’s mouth.

There was a sound of surprise and pleasure from below. I carefully dropped a napkin for her to wipe her mouth with.

“You really need to relax at work more,” Red said, continuing the massage and then giving a waiter who passed by a quick, “Sorry about that.”

“I get it,” he replied. “With hands like that—”

“Not interested,” she replied, before he could finish hitting on her.

“What do I do now?” Pucky hissed. “Are they looking?”

“Actually, a couple are,” Red said.

“Can’t you just use the cloak?” I asked.

“Oh, of course.” Red chuckled, then sat next to me and wrapped her cloak around the gap between us. As Pucky slipped out behind, still in the cloak, Red reached over and ran her hand down my pants, caressing me in a way that gave me new spasms and joy. Then she nibbled my ear and said, “My turn next. I like ‘em limp,” but then the band on her wrist vibrated.

“Time?” Pucky asked.

Red rolled her eyes, opened it, and then grinned. “Rain check, I guess.”

“Where’re we headed?” Pucky sat down on the other side of me. I wondered if anyone watching would’ve just seen her appear, or how the cloak worked exactly, but felt Red’s free hand still on me. God, that felt good. In my estimation the post-orgasm caress is too often overlooked.

Pucky quickly made a little taco from her plate of fajitas, stuffing it in her mouth as Red checked her wrist device, reading a series of symbols that made no sense to me.

After Pucky had taken a few more bites , Red gave my dick a playful squeeze, took her hand back, and clicked her screen to shut it off.

“Eat quick,” she said. “We think we have their hideout. Not just a safe house, but the actual local operating base.”

“Get out of here,” Pucky said with wide eyes and a full mouth. She glanced my way and made a kissing motion with guacamole on the side of her lip, and I had to smile at that. “Oh, Jack,” she said, sitting up straight. “You took out some Shades back there. Level up before we go.”

“Yeah, good idea,” Red said, glancing around. “Come on, we can do it in the bathroom. Er, level up, that is.”

“How do we do that here?” I asked, taking another big bite of my meal while reaching under the table to put myself away and zip up.

“The blue orb,” Pucky said. “We’ll show you.”

Red went to pay the bill, telling the waiter she’d take care of it at the counter, and