God, yes.
Seeing her sock that guy in the jaw, without flinching and with such precision, awoke something in me. Something so strong that it led to where we’re at now. With her lying still, sprawled out on the bar, ready for me to lick, drink, and suck from.
“Maybe.”
With the bar towel draped over her chest and belly button exposed, waiting for me, I feel suddenly uncertain if I’m truly capable of the self-control I have to exhibit right now.
“You’re just full of surprises.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. Not at all.”
The bartender places a sliced lemon in her mouth before pouring an even shot into her belly button. “Remember, sugar, vodka, lemon. Lick, drink, suck. Cheers, you lucky bastard.”
She’s right, I’mveryfucking lucky.
With the alcohol hanging in the balance of her navel, I feel like my every move is in slow motion.
My tongue drags up the side of her neck, the same way I would if I were licking up her slit. Judging from the faint whimper escaping those lips of hers that —she’s trying so hard to keep pressed together— I think it’s safe to say that her imagination is linked with mine.
I take my time working my way to her stomach, ignoring the onlookers who are oohing and aahing at us. I don’t blame them. I mean, I may be new to this but I’m well aware that it’s not customary to be peppering a trail of kisses from one’s neck down to their stomach all to take a shot.
Finally, I center myself at her belly button. With my gaze focused on hers, I lower my mouth to suck in the alcohol. Midway through emptying the booze into my mouth, her back arches up off the bar’s surface. My hands find her hips, anchoring myself to her as I move with her, drinking in every last drop.
At this point, the small crowd that has formed around us has escalated to loud cheering and clapping, with some chanting, “Lemon,” but I tune them out.
I couldn’t pay them any mind, even if I wanted to.
The blood rushing to my groin is borderline painful.
As I approach her mouth, she stills. The lemon hangs in the balance of her lips, waiting for me to inch closer to complete the last part of the body shot.
Time slows as our lips meet and I begin to suck the tart juice.
Nerves and all, it’s in this moment that I realize this is the most fun I’ve had — and the most turned on I’ve been —in a long time, and I have her to thank for that.
As soon as my mouth leaves hers, she springs up to adjust her dress, discarding the bar towel she used as a covering, at what feels like lightning speed.
“Nowis the tab taken care of?” she asks, sounding mildly breathless.
“Yes.”
“Good, because I don’t think I can wait any longer.” She slings her purse onto her shoulder and places her hand in mine. It’s loud in here, but not too loud that I’d miss what she whispers next. “I need to see if your dick is as big as the energy it gives off. All signs are pointing to yes, but until I see andfeelfor myself, I can’t be too sure.”
“Okay, but not before I take my time with you and get you where you need to be first.”
Shock propels her eyes forward.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me. There’s a lot I want to learn aboutyoustill, and I’m not one for rushing.”
I was wrong before, because whateverthisis —or is about to be— has the potential fora lotto go wrong. Yet somehow, despite every fiber of my being urging me to stop while I’m ahead and turn the fuck around…I can’t.I don’t want to.
No longer engulfed in the lively chaos of the bar she took us to, we are now standing at the head of a narrow hallway, with her leading the way.
Taking advantage of our interlaced hands, I gently reel her into me. She loses her footing just a bit, yet her movements still manage to be graceful as we move in perfect synchrony, crashing into one another. My free hand finds her lower back, steadying her as she barrels into my chest with her head falling to my collar. Resting there for a moment as if it’s a pillow that was made for her head to find solace in.
