His skin tightened and his dick surged. He carefully drew down the fly of his jeans and let them drop to the floor, along with his boxers. Hayden’s gaze tracked up and down his body with worshipful hunger. Fuck yeah, he loved that. He could get addicted to that.
He pushed that thought aside and climbed onto the bed, reaching for the tequila. “Here we go, baby,” he murmured. He positioned himself between her legs, unscrewed the cap, and carefully poured golden liquid into the little dip at the base of her spine, the one he’d pictured in his mind when he’d promised her this. Oh yeah. He admired the visual, her sleek back and rounded ass cheeks curving down into smooth thighs. Her panties barely covered her pouty lips. His mouth watered. And it wasn’t for the tequila.
He bent to lap at the liquid, letting the spice and heat of it warm his tongue. He slowly licked it away, and kept stroking his tongue over her when it was gone, with measured, unhurried licks, focusing on the taste of the tequila, the warm scent of her, and her soft skin against his tongue.
Her fingers gripped his duvet and he watched her toes curl in as he licked lower still, teasing her thong, then rubbing his lips over one smooth cheek. “Oh, baby. So pretty.”
He poured more tequila, this time up between her shoulder blades in a narrow stream that trickled down to pool in that same place. Now he licked his way down, nuzzling her with his nose, pausing to kiss and nip. She shivered and moaned.
“That’s it, baby. Moan for me. Want to make you feel good.”
“I’m burning, Beck. And aching.”
“Where are you aching, hmm?” He licked her lower back, then cupped her pussy. “Here?”
“Yes. There…”
“Your panties are wet, you hot girl, you.” He breathed in the scent of her arousal and his head spun. “I might be getting drunk.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. But not from the tequila. It’s you, baby.”
“Oh.”
He rubbed her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties. “Feel good?”
“God yes.” She parted her legs wider to give him better access, and he smiled.
“Good.”
“When do I get to lick tequila off your body?”
“Soon as I make you come, sweetheart. You want my fingers? Or my mouth?”
“Uh…”
He pressed his fingers harder against her clit. Instantly her buttocks clenched and her hips bucked. She let out a soft cry. “Wow.” He cupped her pulsing softness. “So hot, Hayden.” He looked up at her, but her hair was all over her face. He reached up to gently pull it aside, revealing one very pink cheek. Her eyes were closed. “Beautiful.”
He eased her over onto her back and her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. He smiled into them, propped on his arms above her, then dipped to kiss her mouth. He ended the kiss with a brush of his tongue over her lower lip, and fell to his back beside her.
“Okay, sweetheart. Have at me.”
Her smile was lazy and sultry. She sat up and grabbed the bottle of tequila on the nightstand. She held it to her nose and lightly sniffed. “Caramel. And vanilla.”
“Very good.”
She went to her knees, kneeling beside him. He watched her carefully tip the bottle, and amber liquid landed on his chest. It ran down between his pecs, into the ridge at the top of his abs, down the groove in the middle of them, then trickled into his navel. Some dripped down his sides, probably not enough to make the bedding wet—he honestly gave no fucks about that, because Hayden was about to lick him all over.
His body tightened and his hard dick twitched.
With an appreciative hum, Hayden bent, and now it was her turn to drag her tongue over his skin, the middle of his chest, then his abs. She wet her fingertips in the tequila at his navel, and shock heated his veins as she rubbed those damp fingertips over his nipples. His tongue came out to wet his bottom lip in anticipation of her next move.
His eyes fell closed as she licked one nipple, then gave it a quick suck. Fire flashed straight to his groin. She moved to the other and did the same and he couldn’t stop the noises that climbed up his throat.
She glanced at him. “You like that?”
“Yeah,” he choked out.
She played there a little longer, poured more tequila and licked her way down his torso, stroking her tongue over taut abs, dipping into his navel, which also sent sensation straight to his balls.
“Jesus,” he groaned. He was supposed to be teaching her how to play, yet here she was introducing him to new ways of torture. His balls drew up tight at the base of his cock.
And then yes, sweet baby Jesus, she dribbled tequila on his dick, wetting his pubes. It trickled down over his balls. Electricity poured into his body, tightening every nerve ending. And then she licked again.