“You want a taste of whiskey on me, sweetheart?”
Her eyes light up, and the smirk on her face grows.
“Like I said…I’d love to build up my taste for it. Maybe I can learn to like it.”
I feel weak staring at her. My reserves are crumbling with every word out of her mouth, and I don’t know how much more I can take. I told myself I wouldn’t give in to the temptation of her. The pull I have with her.
How far is she willing to go?
I lean down, lips grazing the shell of her ear, and just this touch sends a shock through my system. My lips burn from the light contact.
“Then take off my shirt,” I whisper. “Let’s see if we can change your mind about it.”
Without hesitation, she drops the whiskey bottle on the counter before reaching for the lapels of my already unbuttoned flannel, keeping her eyes locked on mine. In a painfully slow motion, she pushes it over my shoulders.
The same way she’s unraveling me minute by minute.
As she fully exposes my chest, I feel my cock strain ever harder against the zipper of my jeans as my flannel falls to the ground.
I’d give anything at this point to feel her fist wrap around it for even a second.
The moment her hands make contact with my chest, fire erupts across my skin, and I just about lose it, but maintain my composure.
“Jesus,” she mutters under her breath. “Is there a gym in town I don’t know about?”
“It’s called the outdoors.”
She smirks. “Noted.” Then she reaches for the bottle of whiskey and hands it to me. I take it from her hands and watch as she lowers herself to her knees in front of me.
Fuckkkkk.
She smiles up at me, knowingly. I uncap the bottle of whiskey and angle it at the top of my chest, making sure I watch every single move she makes because I don’t want to miss a moment of this.
I angle my upper body back slightly, and then slowly pour down the middle, letting it trickle down. Her hands reach for the belt of my jeans, and the contact of her hands on my skin makes me jump, but not enough for her to notice. She lifts herself up, her tongue connecting just above my navel, and she licks up every drop of whiskey I just poured.
The feel of her tongue on my skin brings out the feral side of me.
Licking the corner of her lips she gives me a light shrug, notbothering to stand from where she’s crouched down in front of me. “Better. I think. Maybe I should try it again, though.”
Curiosity for how far she’s willing to take this is now laced with desire. I can’t believe she even did this in the first place, let alone wants to do it again. Never did I think something that wasn’t sex could turn me on this much. Then again, I’m beginning to believe everything she does turns me on.
That statement alone tells me she has to be equally turned on by this as I am. I want to feel her tongue on my body again and then repeat it on her to see how whiskey tastes off her bare skin.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re liking it,” I grit out.
“Maybe I am.” She winks.
I line up the bottle the same way I did before, and let it trickle down my chest. This time, she uses more force against my belt, tugging my jeans down as her tongue makes contactbelowmy navel this time.
Fuck. That feels so good.
She lifts herself, using more force against my skin as she licks all the way up to my chest. Her eyes never leave mine and it’s so fucking hot to see this side of Blair.
Just when I think she’s going to pull away from me, she releases her mouth from my body and stands tall in front of me. Looking up at me with whiskey-hazed eyes.
She wants me to kiss her.
Hell, I want to kiss her.
