“It’s not even lunchtime,” she laughs while studying me with the bottle in my hand.
“Yeah, well, I need half a shot after that.”
“Mmm,” she hums, snuggling into the blanket. “It’s so much warmer in here.”
I stand next to her, looking down and roaming every inch of her with my eyes. Water is a more suitable choice, I’m sure. But I pull the top off the whiskey bottle and take a swig anyway. I need every bit of a shot to calm my heart rate. It’s beating furiously as I take in the subtle softness at her waist and the flare of curves over her hips.
She’s a dream I don’t want to ever wake up from. And it’s then that I decide I’m not letting her leave this place without having all of her.
I have half a mind to not let her leave at all, but I’m more cowboy than I am mountain man, and I’ve read enough books to know the difference. Kidnapping isn’t exactly my specialty.
“Can I have some of that?”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and extend the bottle toward her. She sits up, scooting to the edge of the couch, and takes a small sip, keeping her eyes on me. When the bottle tips past her chin and amber liquid drizzles down the front of her body, I cross my arms and smirk.
“Oops.” She shrugs with feigned innocence.
In a flash, I grab the bottle and set it down on the floor. My thumbs hook the waistband of my briefs, and I shuck them off. Her eyes widen as I step closer, fisting the base of my cock.
She straightens her back, sitting tall with her lips parted. I almost fill her mouth right then and there, but I hold back.
My free hand smooths over the side of her hair, and she tilts her head to lean into my touch. I gather as much hair as I can, gripping it and pulling her head back so that she’s looking up at me.
I widen my stance, shifting my weight and pulling her back by her hair. Painfully slow, I drag my cock between her breasts and over her chest, catching every stray drop of whiskey that I can.
Her mouth is wide open, gasping for air now, and her breaths come quick and short. I exhale deep through my nose, tingles shooting through my entire body as I trace the line of whiskey on her naked body.
She arches into me, making me throb against her delicate skin. I tighten my grip on her hair and push my hard length up her neck and finally over the cleft of her chin.
Her hands come forward, smoothing up the tops of my thighs. I don’t fully let go, but I loosen the hold on her hair when she leans forward and plants a trail of kisses along the tattoos.
The tips of the black ink trees disappear underneath her mouth on one leg, and then she hovers over the ridge of mountains on the other, opening her lips to run her tongue along the designs. Her hands continue to roam up, and she lets the sharp edge of her nails run over either side of my hips. The raised surface of her bandaged fingers draw across my skin. I lift her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing the burn.
Her thumb makes its way into my mouth, and I smile around it, swirling my tongue.
She’s a fucking tease, and I love it. Every single second of it.
But I’m dying to have her mouth a little farther north, so I pull her head back. She straightens her back and stares up at me with big blue eyes. I move a strand of hair off her cheek and then push my hips forward, gripping my base.
Her focus never leaves mine, not for a moment, while I slide through her pale pink lips.
The inside of her mouth is the closest thing I think I’ll ever feel to heaven on earth. I draw my hips back, pushing right back in a second time.
“This fucking mouth,” I groan. “God, you’re so hot like this. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted my cock down your throat, just to look at your perfect lips wrapped around every inch of me.”
Her long moan vibrates through my body like a shock wave, sending a chain reaction of chills that I feel all the way to my toes.
I can’t help it when my thrusts start to pick up pace. She suctions her lips around me each time I pull out, andfuck,I am not going to be able to keep this up.
It’s too fast. I don’t want it to be over.
I silently commit to doing this again before the day is over, and the promise to myself is enough to stop fighting the unbearable need to shove to the back of her throat and fill her mouth again over and over.
I lose any last sense of restraint as her hand vanishes between my legs, cupping my balls. Her thumb runs up the seam, and I’m done.
As much I want to watch, my head tips back and I thrust forward one last time. With my eyes twitching shut and a guttural groan, I spill every last drop over her tongue.
The coherent thought crosses my mind, as soon as I’m finished, that I probably should have asked her if that was okay. But when I look down, her cheeks are flushed and her other hand wraps around my thigh, unwilling to let me back away.
