“And, anyway, you’re not old enough to be my mom.” Jacques chuckled. “She’s a few years older than you.”
“She’s also my best friend.”
“Excuse me, ma’am. Do you need any help with sizes?”
Carina’s eyes widened, and her mouth popped open in a cute little “o.”
“We’re fine, thank you,” Jacques replied and shrugged when Carina squeaked. He murmured to her, “Why don’t you get changed, and we’ll take you out to dinner. Let’s dance the night away.”
“You’re wearing that dress,” I ordered and slipped out of the changing room.
***
Music pulsed through the speaker system, the strobe lights flashed, and the smoke machine wrapped around us, blocking out the rest of the world. The dance floor moved beneath me like I was on a ship, and my whole body buzzed. My head was heavy, or was my neck too rubbery? I swayed on the spot, pressed up against the gorgeous woman in front of me. Jacques was behind her—always the ass man.
I plucked the latest round of shots from the waiter in our section of the VIP area. They were lemon drops, too delicious to stop at one. I had to have drunk at least eleventeen.
Carina had never done shots before, but she was loving it. I tilted her chin up and tried to pour the drink into her mouth, but I was swaying so hard, I think I missed. Her pout made me frown.
I pushed her hair off her shoulder and grasped those luscious breasts, separating them so I could get my tongue deep into her cleavage. She giggled and I licked along her chest, lapping up the spilled liquor.
“Another round,” I shouted.
The waiter appeared again, and this time, Carina reached for the glass, tossing it back like a pro. I yelled in triumph, grasped her hand, and held it up. She was the champion of the night.
Then Jacques did the same. I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed the shot, and I remembered the way he’d sucked Rusty’s dick before we’d left, drinking him down as he came. I groaned and slapped his sexy hockey ass, as desperate for a piece of him as I was for Carina.
Her eyes lingered on me when I tipped my drink down my throat. She tangled her fingers in the hairs on my chest and tugged. The sharp pain, like a jolt of fuck-me-please, seared me. My mind whited out, my entire body going offline as my dick pulsed. I cheered, threaded my fingers through Carina’s hair and tugged her against me. She stumbled forward, giggling, and I spun around, dragging my body down hers until my head was cradled by her fan-fucking-tastic tits.
Carina ran her fingers through my hair and tilted my head back, pressing it into her chest. I drooled—full-on Homer-Simpson-over-a-pig-on-a-spitdrooled.
She giggled and ran her hands down my arms, lifting them until they were above my head. I wanted to stay there all night. But my legs were numb.
I swayed as I stood up. The lights blinked on and off. Everything was jolty. People’s faces were different colors. Where did Carina and Jacques go?
Hands spun me around, and my breath left me in a rush. There they were! “You’re still here!” I shouted.
Another round of lemon drops reached us, and we drank them down. Jacques laughed and swiped his hand over his face. Then Carina reached for him. She held his hand up and licked from his palm to the ends of his fingers, biting gently on his fingertips before she released him. Jacques panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched Carina lick him like a lollipop. I watched as he palmed his dick, rubbing the bulge behind his zipper, and I wanted in on the action.
Carina licked her lips, and I pressed against her, letting her feel how hard my dick was. The catch of her breath reverberated through me. I slid my hands up her sides to the sides of her breasts and rumbled a groan. She was fucking beautiful. Perfection.
Carina slipped her hand into the back pocket of my jeans and gripped my ass, pulling me closer.Oh yeah.She was straddling one of my legs, grinding against me. This is how I wanted to fuck tonight. I wanted her naked, me between her legs and Jacques behind her, sliding into her ass. My cock pulsed, and she thrust her hips, arching into Jacques. She tangled her hand in his hair and pressed those fantastic tits against my chest. I pulled open her dress more, exposing more of her chest. I wanted to strip her out of it right here.
Her lips parted, and her tongue swept out, caressing the lip I wanted to bite. I leaned closer, and her sweet breath ghosted along my cheek. I moaned, and she turned her face, her lips touching the corner of my mouth. My breath caught. My dick strained against the zipper of my jeans, and I shivered, desire slamming into me like an electric shock.
I pressed my lips to hers, swiping my tongue over that pouty lip, and she opened to me. The floodgates spilled over, the desire inside me welling up and freefalling over the spillway. My steel-hard cock leaked precum and my balls drew up, a sizzle in my veins as I got to taste her. I thrust my tongue against hers, and the tangy lemon and sweetness from the shots flooded my senses. I couldn’t stop. I fucked her mouth with my tongue and glided my hands over her pillow-soft chest.
I kissed her until I was dizzy, then we broke apart, and I sucked in a breath, inhaling a lungful of her soft perfume. “Fuck, yes,” I shouted. “I just kissed the prettiest girl in the room.”
Carina giggled and slid her hand downward, her small palm covering my dick. I nearly came in my pants at her touch, but then more lemon drops were there in front of us.
“Shot, shot, shot,” I called out, and we each reached for one. I downed the drink and slammed the glass back down.
But the waiter was a clumsy dude. He dropped the tray.
I frowned. “Sir, you need to stop drinkin’ if you can’t hold your liquor,” I slurred. Why wasn’t my tongue working properly? Carina. It was her kiss. I was broken. I needed more.
I turned back to her, but Jacques was holding Carina’s face in his palm, his big, rough hand so different to her perfectly smooth skin. Sparks crackled between them, and I cheered.
