Phoenix Rising(35)
“Better ask her first.”
“Would the two of you stop talking about me as if my breasts didn’t come with a brain?”
Both Connor and Alex smiled and laughed. But it wasn’t the sound of Alex’s laughter that made butterflies explode in Jessa’s stomach. Feeling slightly drunk and more than a little reckless, Jessa reached out a hand to Connor.
His long fingers laced smoothly with hers. Jessa tugged him toward her seat on the table.
“What?” he asked, warm black eyes gazing into her face.
“Tell me what he’s doing.”
Connor turned to look at the bar. Alex was already rummaging around for clean shot glasses, his favorite top-shelf liqueur, and a bottle of Tequila.
“Give it a minute and he’ll tell you.”
“What on earth does it have to do with my breasts, Connor?”
Connor chuckled, low and deep, the sound drawing forth a shiver of sensation from deep inside Jessa’s body. How had he managed to take over her senses so fully in so short a time? They’d only had to fuck once, and she was so gone, Jessa wasn’t sure she’d ever recover.
“Trust me when I swear I would never let any harm come to your breasts,” Connor murmured.
As if to reinforce his point, he slid his cool hands beneath her shirt and cupped the body parts under discussion. Jessa closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her like warm rain.
Alex cleared his throat. “I’m not interrupting anything am I? Do you guys need another private meeting in the office?”
“No.” Connor grinned wickedly. “Anything we need to do can be accomplished right here.”
“Okay, I’ll just ignore that since I don’t think it included me.” Alex pouted. “Can we get on with the shots?”
“What shots?” Jessa still didn’t understand why they needed breasts for their little game.
If Jessa had been a little more sober, she might have protested in earnest when Connor drew her top over her head and tossed it aside. As it was, the shock of cool air against her bare skin was distracting enough.
“What in the world are you doing, Connor? Give me that back!”
“That’s the game, Jessa,” Alex explained. “We compete to see how many shots we can drink from between your breasts without spilling.”
“And if you spill it?”
His grin was pure orneriness. “We lick it up.”
Jessa slanted Connor a curious look to see what he thought of this idea. But his face was calm. “What about me? Neither of you have breasts. I think it’d be kind of hard to try and grab a shot glass out of your crotch with my mouth.”
“Oh, but the joy of watching you try,” Alex quipped. “You don’t have to participate in this contest. It’s just for me and Connor.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Love, with Connor’s tolerance for hard liquor you’d be too passed out for us to finish our little contest.”
“I don’t think I want to be sober for this anyway,” Jessa mused. “It sounds embarrassing.”
“Never that,” Connor rumbled.
It was heady and arousing and dirty and raw and she should’ve been dying of embarrassment. But Jessa couldn’t bring herself to tell them no or stop. She wanted this. It was a feeling of feminine power she’d never experienced before.
Connor and Alex were ridiculous. They threw their efforts into the contest with the eagerness of men with little boy egos. Even as they both took turns bending over her half-naked body at absurd angles to put shot glass after shot glass into their mouths. Jessa couldn’t help but laugh. But when one of them spilled and the liquid would stream over her skin only to be lapped up by a male tongue, Connor was the only one who truly affected her.
Jessa could’ve sworn he was losing on purpose. And every time his tequila dribbled down her chest, he would tilt her over his arm and lovingly lave the cleft between her breasts. Without fail her heart would pound, her palms would sweat and her pussy would clench with desire. She wanted more than his tongue between her breasts. She wanted his cock between her legs.
By three a.m., Alex was three sheets to the wind and Jessa was right there with him having consumed more than her share of Alex’s sweet orange liqueur. Connor alone was still coherent, though he’d downed almost a fifth of tequila.
“You know Jessa,” Alex mused from his resting spot across three bar tables they’d shoved together. “It’s really not fair that Connor’s the only one who gets to see how sweet you really are.”
“Wow Alex, was that a pickup line you just tried on me?” Jessa said through a fit of giggles.