Nnngh. I wasn’t nearly strong enough to resist her brand of temptation.
Somehow, without my permission, my lips wound up on hers. My tongue licked into Piper’s mouth, and her tongue played sweetly with mine. It was a slow give and take.
When I finally found my self control again, I gentled the kiss and held her face in my hands.
“I want you. Of course I do. I’ve been completely caught upin you since the night I slept on this couch. But you’ve been drinking, so nothing else is going to happen tonight.”
She exhaled. “Alright, I get it. But if the whiskey’s cockblocking us anyway, you might as well have a drink with me.”
A laugh snuck out of my chest. “Fine. One drink.”
Piper reached down and snagged the whiskey bottle sitting beside the couch. Opening it, she tipped the long neck to her lips, her eyes not leaving mine. The amber liquid flowed into her mouth. But she didn’t swallow.
Instead, Piper leaned close to me again. She brought her lips to mine, and I realized what she was doing.
I slanted my mouth over hers, and the spicy, toasty burn of the whiskey flowed over my tongue, laced with just a hint of Piper’s flavor. My cock gave an answering thump, hardening against my fly.
Swallowing down the liquor, I licked my lips. Piper was still close enough that my tongue flicked over her lips too.
“Youarewild,” I rasped. “And fucking wicked. You trying to seduce me, Piper?”
“Do I really need to?”
“I’m trying to be good here.”
She blinked with feigned innocence. “But I want to be bad.”
I took the whiskey bottle, threw back another swig, and capped it before I set it aside.
“Hey, I want another shot too,” she protested.
“Nope. You’re done for the night.”
“Then I’ll have to kiss you some more. So I can taste it.”
For now, I was done objecting. Our mouths collided again. Rough and hungry. Between Piper and the whiskey, it was all vanilla and oak and caramel spice. I loomed over her, and Piper lay back against the couch, our mouths never parting.
My sweet, intoxicating temptation.
Her thigh lifted between my legs. She brushed against my erection and whimpered into my mouth. Her hand went to the hard length in my jeans and squeezed.
“Let me suck you off.”
I made a tortured sound. “You’re killing me, Piper.” As bad as she made me want to be right now, I had to draw the line somewhere. If she ended up regretting anything we did tonight, while she wasn’t fully sober, I’d hate myself.
She lifted up to kiss me again. Her lips were pink and swollen. “At least show me your piercing. Please? I’m dying to see. If you say no, it’s just mean.”
Knowing I shouldn’t, I popped the button on my fly and lowered the zipper. Pulled out my aching shaft. The pressure of just my hand made me want so much more, and my cock jumped against my fingers.
By habit, I toyed with the curved silver barbell that pierced my cock head. A Prince Albert.
Piper’s lips parted as she stared. “Wow. Grayden, that’s…”
“Okay?” Not everyone was into piercings.
Her gaze met mine. “So sexy I can hardly stand it. It feels good for you?”
I dragged my thumb over the top of the piercing, shivering at the sensation. “Very.”
