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I curse. She convulses.
“Jesus fuck.” I yank her Spanx down too. “Fuck, Stevie, I need all of you. Bare. To me. Gimme.”
I sound like a malfunctioning Westworld robot, but I could give a shit.
She shimmies out of her Spanx and I roughly spin her around and use the flat of my hand on her back to press her forward, bending her at the waist.
Her ass is in my face. Asshole and pussy right there for me to do with as I please.
My buzz is getting a little too intense. So I pour a little more whiskey on her ass and toss the bottle aside. Let it bleed out on the carpet, two thousand bucks’ worth of liquor.
I won’t miss it.
But I will miss Stevie.
I trail licks and tiny bites along her left ass cheek. I take my time and taste her, reveling in her yelps. In the way her hips begin to roll, splaying the inner folds of her pussy wide.
I finger her there while I work my mouth down and down some more. Slipping another finger inside her, I lick her asshole at the same time.
She screams.
Literally screams, the kind that sounds like some kind of murder just went down, and if I wasn’t sure before, I know now that Stevie really likes ass play.
She comes, clamping down on my fingers, and I bite her ass cheek. Hard.
Then I get to my feet and shove her against the wall. I kiss her neck, her jaw, and thrust my hard-on against her stomach. She gets the memo. Her hands move to my zipper, but she has trouble pulling it down.
Is she as riled up as I am?
I grab her hands. They’re shaking.
She’s shaking.
I pull back to look her in the eye. “You okay?”
“Stop asking me that. Stop being so great.”
“I won’t.”
“I’m drowning,” she pants. “In you.”
I tighten my grip on her hands. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“Here, lemme help you.” I unzip my pants and guide my dick free. Can’t help it—I give myself a hard squeeze, and my hips jerk, my body burning to fuck.
Stevie looks down and watches me pump my hand again. She claws at my chest, fingernails digging into my skin through my shirt.
A surge of something that’s deeper and scarier than lust rips through me. I crush my mouth to hers and spin her around, walking her backward until her legs meet the bar.
My beautiful, expensive, perfectly arranged bar.
I lift Stevie onto the countertop. Bottles skid and clatter as I push her ass farther onto the bar. A handle of something falls to the floor and shatters. I step on it, glass crackling beneath the soles of my shoes.
The piney scent of juniper blossoms between Stevie and me.
“Gin,” Stevie murmurs against my mouth. “Smells good.”
Smiling, I reach for a bottle of vodka and swipe it off the counter onto the floor. It shatters, and Stevie jumps.
“And that one?” I line myself up at her entrance and grip her thigh, guiding her leg around my waist.
Stevie wrinkles her nose, rolling her pelvis ever so slightly so that my cock head slips inside her. “Rubbing alcohol. Vodka.”
I wanna fuck, but I also wanna make this last. Keeping my eyes trained on Stevie’s face, I sink inside her slowly, watching as her mouth falls open and her eyes go hazy. She’s tight and perfect, and I fill her with everything I’ve got.
I love the feel of her raw.
She’s ruining me for anyone else.
Once I’m sunk to the hilt, I guide myself back out and go back in. Stevie blinks, her breath hitching.
“Sore,” I manage. “I’ll go slow.”
Stevie wraps a hand around the back of my head, fingertips trailing across my scalp. Goose bumps break out on my arms. “Since when do you read me like a book?”
She uses that hand for leverage, tilting back so she can rock her body porn-star style. Her tits bounce as we find our rhythm, nipples hard and high as she arches her back. All the while, her eyes are locked on mine. Sweet and soft, like she wants to slowly milk my cock, like she knows that’s what I want too.
With her other hand, she grabs a shelf behind her.
“Break it,” I say. “Take the fucking thing down. Lemme help.”
“But the work,” she pants. “The work it takes to make liquor like this, and the craft—”
“Indulge me. Just a bottle or five.”
Together, we manage to pry the damn thing off the wall. I pull so that it tilts away from Stevie, the bottles it held rolling off to the side. One hits the floor with a heavy thunk but doesn’t break. Another rolls to the sink, the cap popping off. Liquid pools everywhere.
My balls tighten. Sensation spirals in my core, the muscles in my legs tightening. It’s all I can do not to pump into her like a maniac, but that would hurt, and tonight, I’m not in the business of that kind of sex.
