“There are plenty of things I want right now, baby,” I groan. My lips tip up in a knowing smile as I try moving closer to her pussy, but she tightens her grip on my hair and slowly tilts my head back. “Yeah, I want some.”
“Open,” she says, in a low, sexy voice.
With my eyes locked on hers, fingertips pressed into her thighs, and so fucking turned on it’s hard to stay still, I open my mouth.
She could’ve pressed the glass to my lips or forgone all of it and simply demanded that I lick her pussy, but instead, she holds the glass above my waiting mouth and pours. The whiskey splashes and drips down my chin, but enough of it hits my tongue, and I swallow that familiar bite of smoke and caramel. I barely register the way it burns at first and then eases down my throat, but it still warms my chest, heating me even more than I already am. I roll my hips, trying to ease the ache.
“Maybe this is the kind of whiskey tasting we should do more of—you down there ready and waiting for me,” she says slowly, her chest rising and falling in a way that lets me know she’s just as aroused as I am. “How badly do you want to touch me, Julian? To touch yourself?”
“So badly," I growl, turning my head slightly to graze my teeth along the inside of her thigh as goosebumps rise up along her skin. She eases her grip in my hair to allow it. My hips roll on their own again, looking for the slightest bit of relief as my dick rubs against the suit pants and grinds along the cabinets in front of where I’m kneeling. I tilt my head and do the same to her other thigh, relishing her shaky exhale. “You smell so fucking good,” I mumble against her skin as I drag my mouth along the other thigh.
“Is your cock dripping for me, Julian?” she asks as she puts the glass down. She releases her grip on my hair and then pulls out the stopper on the bottle. “Because I am for you.” She smirks, liking how the filthy words feel. “Can you see how wet I am from there?”
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe out. I look down, and yeah, I can fucking see her pussy glistening like it’s more than ready to take me. “Give me more, Crowne,” I demand, sounding almost needy. And I fucking am. I’m so eager for whatever she wants to give to me.
I move my hands from her thighs around to her ass, rising a little higher on my knees to get even closer to her. The sound of music, quiet and low in the background, barely registers as I sit waiting for her lead.
It takes every ounce of holding back not to stand up and fuck her right now. I rush out a breath, so turned on and teetering on the edge of snapping.
She wraps her lips around the rim and takes a pull straight from the bottle.
I press my fingertips into her skin and squeeze her ass as I open my mouth, stick out my tongue, and wait for her to share.
There’s no hesitation or even a second thought. Tipping the bottle back to her mouth, she takes another pull while fisting her free hand in my hair. She spits her whiskey right into my mouth, and I savor every fucking drop of it. It’s enough for my control to snap. I’m on my feet in the next second, taking her lips in a hungry kiss. She moans as I devour her mouth and drag my tongue along hers, enjoying the sweet and charred flavor of the whiskey with the unmistakable flavor of her. My hands frame her face, fingers tangling into her hair as I pull her to the edge of the counter.
Her knees widen, and she wraps her legs around me tightly. Lifting her, I move us toward the bed along the far back wall. She holds on, arms wrapped around my shoulders, fingers thrusted into my hair as her tongue and lips play a languid and sensual game with mine. When I reach the mattress, she loosens her legs, and I let her slide down my body just as she nips at my lower lip.
“I want a taste of you,” she says when her feet hit the floor.
“Fuck,” I exhale. “You can taste me, but that’s all it’s going to be. Just a taste.”
I move my fingers to the buttons of my shirt and undo one at a time as she licks her lips. She doesn’t let go of the bottle. Instead, she tips it back, taking another pull of it as she takes a step back to watch me peel off my clothes for her.
“Show me what’s mine, Julian.”
Fucking hell.
Her dress is still bunched around her hips, the deep cut of it showing off the fullness of her tits. Her hair is curled and slightly disheveled, lips swollen and pink from the whiskey and kissing me. I wasn’t joking or feeding a line when I told her she looked like mine; I want all of her.
With her attention focused solely on me, I toss my shirt aside and move to unbuckle my belt. Her eyes draw up the height of me, stopping at my hands as they work my belt from the loops, up to my bare chest. “Yeah, all of that looks like mine,” she says with a smile.
I can’t help the laugh that pulls from me as my belt clanks to the floor. My pants are quick to follow.
Stepping up to me, she takes in a breath and then brushes her fingers along my skin, drawing across the waistband of my boxer briefs and up until her palm flattens against my chest. She pushes just enough of her weight forward, making me move backwards, until the back of my calves hit the side of the bed. I sit and look up at her, drawing my hands up the back of her thighs, pushing her dress up higher so I can palm each ass cheek and see how wet she might be for me.
Before I have a chance to lean forward and lick her pretty wet cunt, she says, “A quick taste.” She sinks to her knees in front of me, and it’s a move that I’ll replay over and over again. I tilt my head back, a breath rushing from my chest. I look back down, watching and feeling her hands drag up my thighs and toward the top of my boxer briefs, her fingers looping into the waistband she was just toying with. I brace my hands beside me and lift my ass as she pulls them down. I think about the way she’s in control, how fucking sexy it is for a woman to be so comfortable with me to play.
My cock springs free, and she doesn’t waste a single moment before her tongue hits the base of my dick and drags flat up the length of me. I moan, long and low, as her lips wrap around me, and she shifts up on her knees to take me all the way to the back of her throat. The wet warmth of her and the way she hums as she takes me feels too damn good.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I breathe out. She works me so damn good, taking her time with every stroke of her tongue as she movesup and down my cock. She uses her hand to help, gripping the base of me and rocking her wrist to follow every time she takes me in and out of her velvety mouth. The way she sucks me off is a damn awakening. I brace myself with one hand, holding my body up as the other hand moves to her head, fingers gliding into her hair. Getting lost in her touch, I flex up, trying to chase the feeling, and she doesn’t even gag, simply digs her nails into my thigh and ass with a muffled moan, as if she wants more.
“Baby, if you don’t get up here,” I say through a groan, just as she works her mouth so far down that she gags, pulling off and out of breath, saliva glossing her lips. I don’t let her recover from it, pulling her up and into my lap, kissing her and tasting myself on her tongue. Working her dress up her waist and up over her head, I toss it to the floor.
She laughs as I lie back and pull her with me.
“Your mouth is too good,” I tell her before I kiss her again.
“I like hearing what that does to you,” she says, smiling against my lips.
