Alcohol You Later (28)

“Yes.” Watching my expression, she takes hold of one of my hands, bringing it up under her skirt where I feel the tether to the vibrator hanging free.

No panties…my favorite.

I grunt my approval while toying with the rubber string, intentionally brushing my knuckle over her pussy lips so I can watch her squirm.

“Leave it in,” she whispers, her voice raw and gritty.

With a quirk of my brow, I retrieve the pink remote from my pocket. Hooking the keychain loop around my finger, I swing it side to side in the space between us. “Thought you had enough of this thing.”

“What I’ve had enough of is not getting off.” Her tongue rolls over her lips seductively. “On your knees, drummer boy.” She points to the floor between her legs. “And finish what you started.”

“It would be my absolute pleasure,” I say, trailing a finger over her ample cleavage. When I reach the center of the bra she somehow thinks passes for a top, I yank it down to rest beneath the most beautiful pair of tits I’ve ever had the pleasure to set eyes on—perfectly perky and full, the nipples rosy and erect, with barbells impaled through the centers. I know these breasts intimately…have memorized the size and shape and the way they mold to my hands. Yet, each time it’s like opening the most coveted gift on Christmas morning.

“Think you can manage this?” I ask, eying the device as I toss it up few times.

On the third toss, she snatches it from the air, bringing her thumb to the button and rolling the pad over it.

“Need my hands,” I explain, tweaking both of her nipples.

She hooks an arm around my neck, lowering my lips to hers. Her body convulses, and she whimpers into my mouth at the start of the vibration. “Nick,” she whines when I roll my tongue over her lips. “Don’t make me wait any longer…”

I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her throaty moans, tangling my tongue around hers, effectively waging a war for control as I continue to toy with the metal rods through her nipples. “Take over,” I order, bringing her hands to her breasts. “Gonna make you see stars, pretty girl.”

I watch for the briefest of moments, gifting myself with a peek at the erotic show before me of her fingers pinching and tugging at her tits. Her hips are tipping back and forth, seeking friction…begging for release.

“Just like that…” I growl in approval as I bend to kneel before her.

She lets out an eager hiss at the sound of my voice, begging with her wanton eyes for my mouth. My touch. For relief.

Starting at her right knee, I trail my nose along her inner thigh, pausing every so often to press soft kisses on the sensitive flesh as I make my way to her hungry pussy.

She arches forward, pressing her cunt into my face.

I breathe her in, drawing deep, slow breaths. Intoxicated by her scent, I grow harder by the second, as I spread her lips with two fingers and lap at her swollen clit. Once. Twice. “Fuck, baby. You smell so fucking good,” I croon, retreating and moving to her left knee.

“Nicholas,” she cries out, tangling the fingers of the hand still holding the remote into my hair and forcibly trying to guide my face back to her ravenous pussy.

Despite her attempts to hurry me along, I maintain control, taking my time to lavish the other leg with the same attention I bestowed upon the first. Once satisfied that I’ve given them equal treatment, I grip her hips and tug. “Slide all the way down, pretty girl.”

She falls back, bracing herself on her elbows as I guide her forward until her ass rests right at the edge of the tabletop. Her pretty pink pussy glistens beneath the fluorescents, dripping with desire…weeping for my attention. Pride fills my chest as I trail a finger over her slit, coating it in her arousal. Once again, I spread her lips. This time as I flit my tongue over the swollen bud, I tease her puckered hole, circling it a few times and getting it nice and wet before prodding the tight center with the tip of my finger.

Her movement becomes erratic as she writhes against me, her control slipping fast with the onslaught of sensation.

“Oh, God,” she moans, her thighs squeezing my head as I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder and faster, adjusting my pace to match her reactions. “Like that,” she wails. “Oh, yes. Yes. Right—there…”

Her legs clamp tighter, her body quaking as she hurtles toward release. “So close,” she groans. “I’m gonna—”

While gently nibbling her clit, I push through her back barrier just a fraction of an inch, and she comes unglued. Garbled sounds flow from her parted lips while she rides my face, milking every drop of her release.

I nearly come in my jeans as the force of her orgasm rockets between us. Desire surges through my veins, spreading like a wildfire as I lap the sweet nectar away with my tongue. Withdrawing my finger, I continue to press soft kisses to her heated flesh until the last tremor moves through her. Until she’s boneless and panting.

“How was that for delayed gratification?” I tease, rising to stand with a painfully hard erection jutting through my unfastened jeans and the lingering taste of her climax on my lips.

“Not bad.” She sucks her lower lip between her teeth eying me like a slab of meat. “For an appetizer.”

I choke. “That was way better than not bad,” I grumble while reaching between her legs and sliding the vibrator out of her slick pussy. “Wouldn’t surprise me if security was on their way over at this very moment to make sure someone wasn’t just murdered in this room, with the way you were screaming.”