My hands grip my own thighs. I want to grab her, pull her tightly to me.
But I think it would break the spell she has me under.
“Open your mouth,” she exhales.
A vibrating buzz comes from my pocket, making her brows furrow. “Ignore that.”
I’ll do anything to keep this going. With practiced ease, I reach and silence my cell.
Tilting the bottle, her cheeks bulge with tequila.
Then she knots her fingers in my hair and lets the burning liquor pour from her pursed lips into my waiting throat.
I swallow it down, fighting the urge to cough as it ignites its way to my stomach.
“You’re such an apt pupil.” Hovering above me, her emerald eyes lock with mine in a ravenous blaze as she traces the arch of my bobbing Adam’s apple. “Sawyer?” Her voice turns husky. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
My pulse pounds in my ears as she lowers her luscious mouth to touch mine.
It’s everything I thought it would be and more. Bubbles of steam percolate through me with her gentle press.
But then the sear of her tongue flicks over my lips, prodding them to part.
I can’t resist reaching out to taste her.
Soul crushing lust flavored, with the after bite of alcohol.
When she pulls away the inferno of her mouth, all I want ismore.
“Have you ever done that before?” Her thumb brushes over my cheek as she cups my jaw.
“No,” I admit.
Iridescent lights dance in her gemstone eyes. “Well, you’re a natural.” She focuses lower, her gaze scorching against the stretched crotch of my jeans.
With a shift of her leg, the toe of her black stiletto presses against my straining cock, sending a shockwave through me.
She bends closer, latching onto the shell of my ear with a sharp nip. “I want to corrupt you, little boy.” Her breathy whisper coils around my loins, lassoing me with desire.
Pulling off the hat of her costume frees her maroon-tinted dark locks to tickle my bare shoulders. “What should come next?” Her playful smirk widens as she steps back.
I can’t help but drift my focus to the clasps of her sinful leggings.
Following my line of sight, she tilts her knee to press her supple leg closer. “Go on, then. Show me.”
My hands shake until I finally get totouchher. Flattening my palms over her calf and inner thigh, I smooth the nylon with reverence to the very top of her stocking.
Catching my breath, I lean forward to pinch the plastic edges with my teeth.
When it snaps loose, it tugs my exhale in a gasp.
“Very nice,” she purrs, stroking my hair. “Now the inside.”
She knots her fingers against my scalp, then raises her leg to drape it over my shoulder.
Like a forbidden flower, her thighs part in front of me. Just the thinnest stretch of fabric hides the nectar.
The thought of getting to taste her makes my dick leak in my jeans.
