Page 16 of Praying for Thunder

She was on her side, propped against his bare chest, smiling with shiny lips. “Licking you clean.” There was a destroyed and empty To-Go box nearby.

He watched her silky tongue. “Making my dick hard is what you’re doing with that mouth.”

Naked, she was suddenly straddling him, a beer in her hand. “Is that so bad?” With a wink, she guzzled some liquid.

He stole the bottle from her, causing her to squeal as he flipped them and dropped his hips between her forgiving thighs. “I am the wrong man to challenge.” His erection slid inside, even though they were both sore from the previous rounds.

Anita’s cheeks flushed as her eyes drifted shut in ecstasy. “I have to earn my tattoo.”

Getting lost in her all over again, he warned, “There isn’t enough ink in the whole shop to compensate for what you’ve given tonight.”

Her hands reached around, grabbed his thick ass, and pulled him deeper. “Let me give you a little more, just to be sure.”

Diablo’s forehead fell to her shoulder as his hips began to rock on their own accord. “Can’t. Get. Enough. Of. You.”

She begged for more. “Don’t stop.”

“Why do you feel so fucking good?”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she admitted, “I literally have no idea. But I’m loving it.”

“I’m serious. Every fucking stroke—” He groaned through yet another release. “I’m dumbfounded.” He didn’t have to open his eyes to find her mouth. She didn’t refuse him, either. As she had for hours, she opened wide for him.

Once her own climax rocked through Anita, she opened her eyes to find a gorgeous surprise. “Diablo, your eyes… They’re now… hazel.”

“What?” He seemed as shocked as her. “Are you sure?”

Her smile lit up his heart. “You’re… beautiful.”

His head jerked back as he playfully winced. “That’s a first.”

Delighted, she pushed at his chest. “I’m serious! Go look!”

A tad reserved, he gleamed at her while rising from the floor. Erection still hungry, he made his way to the mirror on the wall then… jolted. “Holy fuck.”

“Right?” She rushed to see his reflection.

They stood there, together, staring at what had never been.

Diablo reached up and watched himself touch around his eye. “How can this be?” He froze. Swallowed. Then backed away, brushing off the bizarre incident. “Those were some spicy buffalo wings!”

His fake laugh had Anita getting concerned. “You alright?”

She followed him as he grabbed his jeans, quickly slipping into them. “Sure. Yep! Mmhmm.” Glancing around for his shirt, he was shocked to finally find it hanging from a light fixture above his head. “How the hell—I don’t remember—” His eyes slowly found hers. “Someone likes you way too much.”

She was bashful. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

His fists were so tight he could feel his nails breaking the skin of his palms.

Suddenly frightened, Anita covered her mouth. “Your eyes… dark again.”

Diablo raced to the mirror only to see she was right. The hazel coloring had disappeared.

Again, he backed away, swallowing. “Ready for your tat?”

She gawked. “What?... You sure you’re up for it?”

His tongue pushed against his lip ring. “Mmhmm.” On their own accord, his eyes locked back on her body of perfection. “Can you please put on pants? I need to focus.”