Excuses.Okay. Spicy Mack was right. I was coming up with excuses because I was nervous. I hadn’t touched a woman in months, and hell, I hadn’t felt interest in one in the same amount of time. Until Mack.
She looked up at me, pupils dilated and pulse racing at her neck. I kept a hand on her hip, trying to assure her it was okay.
“Whiskey?” the bartender asked.
“Yup.”
I never took my eyes off hers. The guy poured it in her belly. Goose bumps broke out of her body as the liquid started spilling over the sides. Without thinking, I licked up her side to get the spill. Then, I did the same on the other side. Then, I sucked down the liquor while my mouth was on her skin.
My ears rang, my hands shook, and my cock hardened. Mack squirmed and let out the tiniest little noise when I nipped the skin just beneath her belly, and my skin was on fire. I wasn’t unfamiliar with lust, but after not having it for months, touching her skin felt like my first time. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.
I wanted my mouth on hers, my body on hers, and my cock inside her.
People cheered, and I couldn’t take my mouth off her stomach. My brain disappeared, replaced with a desperate horniness. I forgot we were in public, that people watched us.
Mack could spread her legs for me, and I’d go down on her right there.
“Dean,” she said, an urgency in her voice. “It’s done.”
“Kay.” I pulled back, refusing to be embarrassed. It lasted maybe ten seconds total, but holy shit. Her skin was so soft yet toned. She tasted like whiskey and smelled like heaven.
Her nipples strained against her barely-there top, and Iwanted to know what they looked like. Were they pink or darker? Did she like when someone touched them, or she did prefer biting?
I helped her down from the bar, carefully making sure she didn’t brush up against my dick. It’d give me away. Luckily, I wore loose enough shorts that no one could tell.
“What was that?” she whispered as she stood between me and the bar. “You… licked me for a while.”
“I was thorough. Some was spilling down the sides.” I traced from her belly to her side. She shivered.
“Callum didn’t do that.”
“I amnotCallum,” I almost growled. “You tasted so fucking good I couldn’t stop. There. That’s the truth.”
She swallowed loudly. “I tasted good?”
I nodded, licking the side of my mouth. “Mackenzie, it’s been a while for me, and your skin was so soft I forgot we were at the bar.”
“H-how long is a while?”
“Months.”
“No way,” she said breathlessly.
I nodded again. I ran a finger over her exposed collarbone, watching her nipples harden in real time. She liked when I touched her. “It’s true.”
She took a shaky breath, her hands coming up and resting on my stomach. She dug her fingers into me, like she was afraid she’d fall if she let go. “This is just because it’s been a while. You’re not… attracted to me.”
“Stop.” I stepped closer to her, not quite touching her but moving near enough for her to look up at me. “That’s not why. You feel it too. I’m definitely attracted to you.”
“Uh.”
“Want to knock another item off your list?”
“Which one?” she squeaked.
“Grinding in pubic. Getting naughty. Whatever the fuck that one was because I want to feel your ass against me, Mack, and if we stay here, I’ll be forced to behave.”
“This is just alcohol. We’re having fun. That’s what this is. It’s not real,” she mumbled to herself, not meeting my eyes. “This doesn’t mean a thing.”
