Keeping my voice low, I didn’t need everyone to hear our conversation. “You look good out there.”
“Were you watching?” She smiled at me, fluttering her eyelashes. If she was trying to play innocent she was failing miserably. There was nothing innocent about the way her perky nipples were straining her dress making my mouth water.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe? He couldn’t keep his fucking eyes off you,” Hamish dobbed. Obviously, we hadn’t been as quiet as I’d thought.
“Well, maybe you could get your hands on me and come dance with me.”
I didn’t dance.
Okay, it wasn’t so much that I didn’t dance as I couldn’t.
But with Claire looking as hot as she did and after spending the last hour watching the way she moved, I wasn’t about to let something as trivial as my inability to find a rhythm stop me from grinding against her.
Claire’s friend Beth, the one I’d decided was a bad influence on my girl appeared beside her carrying a tray of shots.
“No! No! No!” Claire protested quickly as Beth set the tray on the table.
“Come on, Claire. We’re celebrating. Don’t be a sook. Lick, sip, suck time.”
“Lick, sip what?” I asked not sure I’d heard them correctly.
Claire shifted in my lap, turning towards me. “Have you never played lick, sip, suck?”
“Am I supposed to have?”
“Do it, Claire! You have to. You have to show him how to do it and do it properly,” Beth encouraged, bouncing on her dangerously high heels.
“Dude, you’re fucked now.”
Geez! Thanks a fucking lot Hamish for the overwhelming support. Arsehole.
Without a word, Claire leaned forward and licked up the side of my neck.
“What the…”
“Trust me,” she murmured in a tone that went straight to my dick.
Tilting my head to the side, she picked up the salt shaker and shook it out. “Open,” she instructed before sticking a wedge of lemon between my lips. “Ready?”
Not having a fucking clue what I was supposed to be ready for, I nodded. Claire wouldn’t hurt me, and right now, the biggest worry I had was embarrassing myself when I nutted in my jeans from all the breathy pants she was making against my skin or the way she was rubbing against me, all the while playing coy.
“First, you lick.” Claire licked my neck, and I couldn’t stop the shiver as it raced up my spine. “Then, you sip.” She grabbed the shot glass and downed in it one mouthful, screwing up her face as she swallowed. “Then, you suck.” She dived forward and sucked the lemon out of my mouth before spitting it into her hand and shoving her tongue down my throat.
When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the booze flowing through her body or if she was as turned on as I was. Only one way to find out. Trailing my fingers along the smooth expanse of skin, I felt the goose pimples appear under my touch. Claire attempted to squeeze her thighs together as I reached the very short hem of her dress. Not one to be deterred, I crushed my mouth to hers in another demanding kiss before pulling back slightly and whispering against her lips. “Open.”
With her eyes never leaving mine, her legs fell open and my fingers found her centre. She was hot and wet. So damn wet. Her black lace panties didn’t stand a chance. Without waiting, I nudged the flimsy material to the side and thrust one finger inside without warning. Claire squirmed as she tucked her face in the crook of my neck. Her long blonde hair, falling like a curtain around her, hiding her from view.
Feeling her lips on my neck, she nipped and licked and sucked while I teased her. At first with one finger, then two. Her hips lifted, searching for the friction she desperately craved, and not wanting to be an arsehole, I flicked her clit earning me a moan that I felt in my balls. My very heavy, very blue balls. It was hard to imagine that barely hours ago, this girl had been on her knees sucking everything from me and here I was, desperate for more.
“Seth.” My name was a plea as it fell from her lips.
I could feel her pussy clamping down around my fingers. She was soaked. The scent of her arousal was stronger and more intoxicating than her perfume. As much fun as this was, the sane part of my brain, the only portion with blood flowing through there at the moment with the rest pooling in my groin, knew this needed to be over quickly.
I could’ve been a prick and pulled my fingers away, readjust her panties and leave her as desperate and as wanting as I was, but when she nipped at my ear, I knew I couldn’t do it. I wanted to make her come. Make her see stars. Coat them with her juices then lick them clean.
With my thumb, I strummed across her clit feeling her shiver in my arms.
