Find Me Alastar(36)

He gets out six shot glasses and lines them up on the bench and then opens the tequila and fills them all.

I stand still and watch him, my core throbbing and wet from the feel of his cock only moments ago.

“What’s the game?” I smirk.

He kisses me and his tongue sweeps though my mouth before he lifts me to sit on the kitchen bench. Fuck, he’s hot.

“The game is called unshot.”

I frown. “Unshot?”

His mouth drops to my breast through my shirt and he bites my nipple.

“For every shot that I drink, I get to take a piece of clothing off you.” I smile. I like this game.

“What do I get when I drink a shot?” I breathe.

His dark eyes hold mine. “You get my tongue on you somewhere.”

My insides start to liquefy and my ovaries are chanting skull, skull, skull.

He picks up his glass and tips his head back, drinking it down. His large tongue comes out to lick his lips and anticipation thrums through my body. He puts his glass down and lifts my shirt over my head. I sit on the bench in my black lace bra and skirt and stockings.

He licks his lips again and his eyes drop to my breasts. Oh, I want that tongue on me.

I pick up my glass and drink my shot and he bends to pull my bra back and takes my nipple in his mouth, quickly biting me with a hard suck. I jump and my legs open that bit farther by themselves.

He stands and drinks another shot, licks the tequila from his lips again, and lets his dark, wanting eyes burn holes in my restraint.

Holy f*ck, this game is hot.

“Stand up.” He growls.

I stand and he undoes my skirt, sliding it down my legs. I stand before him in a black lace g-string and bra, with thigh-high sheer stockings that have a band of thick lace around the tops. Truth be known, I bought this lingerie especially for tonight. I knew there was a slight chance that I would end up doing something like this.

He hisses in approval as his hungry eyes roam down my body. He picks me up then sits me back on the bench to aggressively rip my legs open wide with his hands. All I can do is throw my head back in pleasure.

Once again, his tongue traces my lips as he taunts me with it. My eyes hold his and I lift my shot to my lips and drink it down.

The liquor burns all the way down my esophagus, but it’s nowhere near as hot as the fire between my legs.

He smiles and fills the four glasses again.

Holy f*ck, this is going to be one hell of a hangover.

He bends and trails his tongue up the length of my neck. When he leans over me I can see the huge erection though his suit pants, but something about being partially undressed while he remains fully dressed is only amplifying the whole experience.

His tongue starts to roam from my neck to my breast down to my stomach. My hand is on the back of his head as he growls against me.

Oh dear God, I may not survive this. His hands slip under the side of my panties and he runs his fingertips through my dripping flesh.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls against my stomach.

My eyes roll back in my head.

He slides a single finger inside me and starts to pulse it in and out as his mouth sucks my nipple. My legs are as wide as they can go.

Oh… this is so, so slutty.

He stands and lifts the glass to his lips as I hold my breath. My ovaries start to chant again, skull, skull, skull.

He drinks it down then he removes my bra, smiles in appreciation as my breasts fall free.

His thumb gently dusts over my erect nipple. “Very nice,” he whispers.

I pick up my glass and tip my head back. He pushes me back onto the bench as he seemingly loses control at the sight of my naked skin, and his mouth runs between my two breasts as if he doesn’t know which one he wants in his mouth. His hand goes back to between my legs and he slides three fingers into me, causing me to arch and cry out.

“Legs back,” he whispers over my stomach.

I pull my legs back and he starts to really ride me with his strong, thick fingers, causing my back to arch even farther off the bench toward him. My mouth hangs open in pleasure. Oh, shit, I’m going to come. He senses it and pulls out immediately, leaving me to sigh in his absence.

He stands and drinks the shot. His eyes drop to my panties and he smiles darkly as he pulls them down my legs.

And there it is. I’m sitting before him, naked except for my high top sheer stockings. His hungry eyes drop to the pulsing place between my legs. Waxed to have just a small triangle of short hair, I feel open and vulnerable. I’m wet, so wet. And goddamn it, I need that tongue on, in me, all over me… now.

I slowly pick up my glass and lick the rim of it for added effect and his breath catches as he watches my tongue go to work.

I drink it down and my eyes hold his. “Lick. Sip. Suck,” I whisper.

He loses control and throws me onto my back across the bench and pulls me apart to his gaze. I lie still and hold my breath, unable to move as I stare at the ceiling.

Silence falls.

This is a damn drinking game and here I think this is the most intimate moment I have ever had with anyone in my life.

With one hand spreading me open, Alastar slides his other fingers into me, watching as my body struggles to accept him. His breath quivers with arousal.

“Ohh,” he breathes. “That has got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

He pulls his fingers out, and as his dark eyes hold mine, he sucks them clean and dips his head.