Allowing the beautiful bride-to-be to drag me back to our table, I pinch a shot glass, a lime and a saltshaker from the tray, passing them overhead to Blake.
“Are you going first, or am I?”
With my own shot and wedge of lime in hand, I cock my head to one side.
I wonder how far he’ll let me push him…
“I’ll go first,” I say, crooking my finger to beckon Blake closer.
Ignoring the gleeful stares of my friends, I dip my thumb into the tequila, reaching out to smear the wetness over the side of Blake’s neck, from his prominent jawline, down past his thrumming pulse point.
He doesn’t speak a word, but his eyes follow my every move.
Blake bares his neck when I begin to pour the salt, the small granules sticking to his skin, causing my mouth to water.
I wonder what he’s thinking…
Leaning in until my breasts brush up against his chest, I wrap my free hand around the other side of his neck, keeping Blake steady, and in place, while I press the tip of my nose to his skin. He smells clean; like soap, laundry detergent and whatever expensive aftershave he’s wearing. I have to lickmy lips to make sure I’m not drooling and then I tentatively stick out the tip of my tongue, gently laving at the salt crystals there.
My tastebuds fizzle alive, threatening to make my eyes water with the sudden sour taste.
I almost pull back, but Blake’s resulting groan has my adrenaline spiking again, spurring me on to finish what I’ve started.
Flattening my tongue, I glide upwards, collecting the grains until I reach Blake’s jawline. I press a kiss, or two to his stubble, my core pulsing at thought of how good his short beard will feel scratching at my sensitive fleshy inner thighs.
Pulling back, I swallow down the tequila in my shot glass. It washes away the bitter salt with its distinctive fiery burn which sears all the way down my throat and into the pit of my stomach, even as I shove the lime between my teeth and suck. Hard.
“My turn.”
I barely have time to register what the fuck is happening, before Blake is not so gently yanking the fruit from my mouth, swiping the residual juice over my exposed chest. He dumps the salt unceremoniously, ignoring the way I squirm when more than a few granules fall into my cleavage, digging into my skin.
“Open your mouth, Calla.”
It doesn’t even cross my mind to disobey him.
I part my lips like a good girl while my nipples bead and my core pulses again, slick coating the gusset of my knickers.
“Hold this for me, won’t you?”
Eagerly, I take Blake’s lime wedge between my teeth, gliding my tongue against the slightly bumpy, leather-like, feel of its skin. My inhale is stuttered, chest rising and fallingat a rapid pace, as Blake leans down, nose practically between my breasts andlicks.
Fuck me.
Around us, I think my friends are giggling, crude jokes probably pouring from their mouths, but I can’t hear any of them over the dull roaring in my head.
I lift my hand to the back of Blake’s head, my fingertips gripping the soft strands of his dark hair, keeping him there, right where I want him.
He attacks my flesh with my fervour than I expected of him; alternatingly between stroking me with the broad flat of his tongue and then teasing with light kitten licks. His stubble rubs roughly against my skin, leaving what I’m sure will be a red rash behind.
Another wave of arousal floods through me at the thought.
There’s something about his masculine body rubbing against mine; hard against soft, rough against gentle, that has my head swimming with want, my core aching.
A huff escapes through my nose, my mouth still preoccupied, when Blake pulls away, the quiet sound quickly being eaten up by the crowd. But I knowhehears me. I can tell in the way his pupils blow wide, leaving nothing but a thin ring of green around the edges, and he grips at my hip, allowing me to feel the interested twitch of his cock inside his jeans.
I watch through half lidded eyes as he gulps back his own thimbleful of tequila, grimacing slightly – it’s not his usual poison of choice, I’m guessing – before he grabs a fistful of my curls, sealing his lips over my own to steal the fruit from my mouth.
Chapter 4
