Her eyes widened as she watched him. He didn't just take the shot glass and drink; he nibbled and caressed the area around the glass with his lips. His tongue snaked out and licked the rim, and her legs around the edges of the glass. He grabbed the glass with his teeth first, his lips closing over them. He downed the shot and dropped the empty tumbler on the bed. Moving on to her stomach, he licked the salt. His tongue dipped into her navel, flicking at the crescent moon that hung there. His eyes caught hers when he took the fruit from her. Her breathing was ragged by the time he spit out the rind.
"Your turn," he said as he stood and stripped down to his boxer-briefs. She rolled over so he could lay on the towels. Turning around, she rubbed a lime on his abs and poured some salt in the juice. Her hands shook as she poured the shot. Her gaze met his when she placed the lime between his lips. His teeth nipped at her fingers. Positioning the shot glass, she looked at the picture he made. Oh yum, she thought.
He was stretched out, his thighs clutching the glass, his hands behind his head, watching her. His underwear tented up from his erection. Taking a deep breath, she bent over and placed her lips around the shot glass; the hairs on his legs tickled her lips. With one gulp, the liquor burned down her throat. She swiped her tongue over his stomach; his dick twitched against her arm and the feel of her tongue on his body. She focused her attention on the lime. Her teeth bit into its flesh, its juices flooding her mouth with its tartness. She pulled back, the lime clutched between her teeth.
Ryan's eyes had darkened to a slate blue. Patience gulped, waiting for his next move. He sat up and removed the rind, replacing it with his mouth. His hand cupped the back of her head as he gently stroked her tongue with his. He broke the kiss and leaned back.
"One more shot?" he asked, his voice husky. She nodded. "You have to strip for this one." She raised an eyebrow and climbed off the bed. He watched as she stripped down to bare skin. She got back on the towels and waited for him.
"Two shot?"
"Don't worry, I'll be able to function." He grabbed a lime wedge and rubbed its juices on her nipples then the salt. One wedge went into her mouth, the other between her legs. She could feel the flesh fit snuggly next to her outer lips. "A full body shot," he said smiling. He winked before dipping his head for the first shot. She gasped as his mouth enclosed over a nipple. His tongue rimmed her areola then flicked the bud. He removed the lime from her mouth.
He downed the second shot and kissed her. She tasted the tangy tequila as their tongues stroked and caressed. He pulled back to lick the salt off her other breast. He took care to clean every inch of her breast. He licked down her stomach, tugged on her navel ring before pausing at her nether curls. She closed her eyes when his tongue slipped between her still-closed legs. It barely brushed against her clit, but it felt as if an electric charge went up her spine. He parted her legs slightly to get at the lime.
She tilted her hips up as his tongue slid into her slit. Abandoning the lime, he widened her legs, licking and sucking at her pussy. She threw her head back when he delved into her opening. Blindly she tugged his shorts down, freeing his dick. Tilting her head, she swallowed his cock. He groaned against her clit then attacked the pleasure nub. She squealed as he flicked and sucked. Her legs closed around his head. He removed his head and sat up. In a deft move, he shucked his underwear and moved on top of her.
"Dere's a condom in de bathroom," she rasped. He reached under the pillow and pulled out the sheath.
"Found them when you were downstairs." He leaned back, quickly rolled down the condom and covered her. Positioning her legs over his arms, he entered her in one stroke. "Holy hell," he muttered. He slowly pulled out.
She grabbed his ass and jerked him forward. "Hard an' fasted," she panted. "Next time you can go slow."
He grinned. "Yes, ma'am."
He pulled back and slammed forward. He started slow, hips pistoning. Splayed as she was, each stroke in dragged against her clit. His strokes rapidly increased. Their breathing grew ragged. Her head was thrown back, her nails scoring his back. He bit down on her exposed neck.
"Ohgodohgodohgod," she shrieked as she came around his cock. He groaned at he the heat that engulfed him. With a final lunge, he buried himself inside her. He ground his hips against hers, rubbing her clit. She screamed as another orgasm washed through her. He rolled off her, pulling her with him. Their breathing gradually returned to normal.
"You know, I can never give another body shot witout tinkin' of dis," she said when she could talk again.
He laughed. "That was my whole intention."
*****
"Hey guys," Amy said as she neared the bar. Asher and Thi looked up.
"What de fuck," Asher said and rounded the bar. "You brought de baby into de bar. You gonna have Chil' Services on your ass."
"As long as I nurse, she goes where I go." She helped get Amber out of the baby pouch. He walked around the bar, showing off the youngest member of the family while Amy sat at the bar.
"Aw. She's cute. I'm Joey."
"Joey Lauren Adams. You know I shouldn' get star struck any more, but damn. De traffic dat comes tru here. I'm Amy, Asher's sister."
"How old is she?"
"One mont. Tank God for my mom an' my sisters. Wit my schedule an' her, I feel as if I barely sleep." She took the baby from her brother. "Come by tomorrow. I'd love to shoot you." With a wave they were out the door.
"That was sweet," Joey said after Amy left. "Looking after your niece like that."
Asher shrugged. "She's my only niece. My older sister has two boys, my brother tree."
"You have three sisters and a brother?"
"Nope. Four sisters an' four brothers."
"Nine of you? Holy crap."
He smiled. "We're Catholic an' Cajun."
"So what time does this place close?"
"During de winter, around two. Your shift ends at eleven."
"What time do you leave?"
"I don'. My apartment's upstairs."
"Asher, phone."
"Brouchard," he answered.
"Mr. Brouchard, you have a very eclectic taste."
"True, Ms. Adams. How you know my tastes?"
"Well, currently I'm admiring your video collection. Comedies mixed in with action. And what is this? 10 Things I Hate About You. Interesting."
"What? It's a good movie an' Julia Stiles is hot."
"Uh-huh."
"You upstairs?"
"Uh-huh."
"Gimme a sec." He hung up the phone. "Patience, you an' Lorayne close up. See you tomorrow." He was out the back door and up the stairs in a minute. He opened the French doors and walked into his living room. The sound of blues flooded through the room. Quietly he closed the door and leaned against it. Currently Joey was bent over to look at something on the lower shelves. Her skirt raised up to the bottom of her ass. Hearing his footsteps, she straightened and turned.
"Mr. Brouchard, you're home early."
"Ms. Adams, dere a price to pay for trespassin'." She started backing up as he moved in on her.
"There is? Even if the door's unlocked?"
"Uh-huh." Her back hit the wall. He closed in on her.
"What's the fee?"
"You. Naked." He leaned down and captured her mouth. Her fingers dug into his hair as his dived underneath her skirt. She felt a sharp tug on her thong. With a faint snap the elastic broke. They reached for his belt at the same time, their fingers entangling. She broke the kiss, laughing.
"Laughter no good at time like dis, cher," he growled.
"I'll take care of your pants while you get a condom." She loosened his belt and tugged down the zipper, freeing his erection. "Umm, commando."
He quickly donned the condom and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. With one swift thrust, he was inside. He withdrew then surged back in. Her heat surrounded him like a velvet glove. He shifted his position and began rotating his hips with every thrust.
"Oh God, yes," she gasped. Each stroke scraped her clit, stimulating the small bundle of nerves. She clamped her inner muscles around his cock, causing him to growl. "More."
He pounded into her, giving her what she asked for. She screamed and shuddered as she climaxed. His teeth scraped her ear and neck as he whispered to her in French. Another orgasm hit her when he bit and tugged her nipple through her shirt. With a groan, he ground into her, filling the condom with semen.
"Oh my God," she said. "Where are we going?" He was carrying her to the farthest door.
"Bed. I gotta taste dat sweet li'l pussy of yours."
