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him all over.
Which was what the liquor was for.
“Good. Now, up here.” I waved my bottle at the bar, signaling he should lie on top.
Intrigue flashed in his gaze. He leaped onto the bar without even stepping on a stool first. I swallowed again as he laid all that powerful male goodness, like a feast, out along the countertop.
My whole body prickled with eagerness, and my heart bumped along double time. I scrambled up onto the nearest stool. Trembling with anticipation, I pressed an experimental kiss to his solar plexus.
His abs scrunched ever so slightly in response. “Nice.” A slight burr of pleasure ruffled his voice.
“Just getting started.” As I pressed more light kisses to his smooth, warm skin, I opened the bottle. “A little cool.”
I poured a splash onto his abs. He flinched. Immediately, I licked the rivulet off.
“Ahh.” His eyes closed, and this time he definitely purred his pleasure in a deep rumble. “Nice.”
“A different nice?” I poured more into his dent of a navel, lapped it off.
“Mmm.”
I wanted more than “nice.” More than “mmm.” I tipped a little whiskey—onto his nipple. It puckered immediately. I sucked the liquor off.
That got a hiss out of him.
By this time, my head was buzzing. Maybe I’d licked more whiskey than I knew. But maybe it was the effervescence of freeing a part of me free that had been stifled for too long. I unsnapped his jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting creative.”
“You? Ms. Schoolmarm?”
“You inspire me.” I suited action to word, pulling the pins out of my bun and letting my hair fall. He rose to one arm as I did.
The appreciation in his gaze was worth it. My heart felt like it was flying.
“Moment of truth.” I returned to his pants, unzipping, wondering if he was a boxers or brief kind of guy.
Yeah. He was a commando kind of guy.
His thick erection rose to greet me, shaped for maximum pleasure. I flicked a surprised gaze at him. He looked…smug.
So I had to. I really did.
I poured whiskey on it.
He fell back to the bar with a hiss. Then I sucked it off… One. Long. Slurp.
He arched and groaned. “Fuck me, hot mouth chasing cool liquid…that’s good. ”
What can I say? With him, it was easy to be creative. Wild. It was fun. It was exhilarating. It was scary and exciting, and I never wanted it to end.
So I climbed onto the bar over his legs, opened my mouth and throat, and pushed him in as far as I could.
He shouted.
I swallowed.
He came.
I took it as long as I could, but apparently, vampires were sexually prodigious creatures in every way. I caught the last with a fumbled bar towel.
Sitting up, he seized my chin in gentle fingers, drew my head toward him, and kissed me, his lips soft with appreciation. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah. I was.”
Maybe he felt my smug grin, because he broke the kiss to search my face, then gave me a grin of his own. “Yeah. You were. But now, it’s your turn.”
Before I could even suck in breath for a gasp, he grabbed me, tossed me onto my back on the bar, pulled up my ruffled skirt, pulled down my serviceable white panties, and poured whiskey.
Cool when poured was cold when hitting swollen, needy flesh. That whiskey hit my sex like water dropped on a hot oiled skillet. I jumped. He followed the liquor with his tongue, a long glide of rough and hot. I sizzled. He repeated, smooth fangs riding on the outsides of his tongue, pricking just at the end. I burned.
Thor licked again and again until I wrapped legs around his head, arching and screaming in my skull, I need to hold onto something. He heard and reversed into sixty-nine so I could fist his renewed erection, and then I lost myself in the over-and-over of harder, faster, more, until I burst.
It was like a casino win. Lights jangled and popped, my brain going ka-ching, ka-ching ah-ooo-ga.
He licked me through it, licked me down. He’d come again, too, my hair getting the brunt of it. It was unfettered,
Which was what the liquor was for.
“Good. Now, up here.” I waved my bottle at the bar, signaling he should lie on top.
Intrigue flashed in his gaze. He leaped onto the bar without even stepping on a stool first. I swallowed again as he laid all that powerful male goodness, like a feast, out along the countertop.
My whole body prickled with eagerness, and my heart bumped along double time. I scrambled up onto the nearest stool. Trembling with anticipation, I pressed an experimental kiss to his solar plexus.
His abs scrunched ever so slightly in response. “Nice.” A slight burr of pleasure ruffled his voice.
“Just getting started.” As I pressed more light kisses to his smooth, warm skin, I opened the bottle. “A little cool.”
I poured a splash onto his abs. He flinched. Immediately, I licked the rivulet off.
“Ahh.” His eyes closed, and this time he definitely purred his pleasure in a deep rumble. “Nice.”
“A different nice?” I poured more into his dent of a navel, lapped it off.
“Mmm.”
I wanted more than “nice.” More than “mmm.” I tipped a little whiskey—onto his nipple. It puckered immediately. I sucked the liquor off.
That got a hiss out of him.
By this time, my head was buzzing. Maybe I’d licked more whiskey than I knew. But maybe it was the effervescence of freeing a part of me free that had been stifled for too long. I unsnapped his jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting creative.”
“You? Ms. Schoolmarm?”
“You inspire me.” I suited action to word, pulling the pins out of my bun and letting my hair fall. He rose to one arm as I did.
The appreciation in his gaze was worth it. My heart felt like it was flying.
“Moment of truth.” I returned to his pants, unzipping, wondering if he was a boxers or brief kind of guy.
Yeah. He was a commando kind of guy.
His thick erection rose to greet me, shaped for maximum pleasure. I flicked a surprised gaze at him. He looked…smug.
So I had to. I really did.
I poured whiskey on it.
He fell back to the bar with a hiss. Then I sucked it off… One. Long. Slurp.
He arched and groaned. “Fuck me, hot mouth chasing cool liquid…that’s good. ”
What can I say? With him, it was easy to be creative. Wild. It was fun. It was exhilarating. It was scary and exciting, and I never wanted it to end.
So I climbed onto the bar over his legs, opened my mouth and throat, and pushed him in as far as I could.
He shouted.
I swallowed.
He came.
I took it as long as I could, but apparently, vampires were sexually prodigious creatures in every way. I caught the last with a fumbled bar towel.
Sitting up, he seized my chin in gentle fingers, drew my head toward him, and kissed me, his lips soft with appreciation. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah. I was.”
Maybe he felt my smug grin, because he broke the kiss to search my face, then gave me a grin of his own. “Yeah. You were. But now, it’s your turn.”
Before I could even suck in breath for a gasp, he grabbed me, tossed me onto my back on the bar, pulled up my ruffled skirt, pulled down my serviceable white panties, and poured whiskey.
Cool when poured was cold when hitting swollen, needy flesh. That whiskey hit my sex like water dropped on a hot oiled skillet. I jumped. He followed the liquor with his tongue, a long glide of rough and hot. I sizzled. He repeated, smooth fangs riding on the outsides of his tongue, pricking just at the end. I burned.
Thor licked again and again until I wrapped legs around his head, arching and screaming in my skull, I need to hold onto something. He heard and reversed into sixty-nine so I could fist his renewed erection, and then I lost myself in the over-and-over of harder, faster, more, until I burst.
It was like a casino win. Lights jangled and popped, my brain going ka-ching, ka-ching ah-ooo-ga.
He licked me through it, licked me down. He’d come again, too, my hair getting the brunt of it. It was unfettered,
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