JODIE
“Oh God,” I moan as Toby pulls my bralette from my body, releasing my heavy, needy breasts.
My nipples harden as he blows a stream of air across them, making my back arch, offering myself up to him.
“Fucking missed you, Demon,” he growls, sending a strong wave of desire through me, making my skin tingle with the need to be touched. To be claimed. To be forced to focus on this, on him, and nothing else in my bullshit life.
“Lift up, baby,” he demands, tucking his battered fingers into my waistband.
My intentions were to clean him up the second we got to wherever we were going, but he threw me for a total loop with this… this little piece of paradise he’s found for me to escape to.
When I told him I wanted to leave, I never expected anything like this. I was thinking of some shitty hotel where we could get wasted, high, and fuck until we passed out. Nothing like this. I’ve never seen anything like it.
My boots hit the floor with two loud thuds before my leggings and knickers are dragged from my feet.
“So fucking beautiful,” Toby murmurs. “And all mine.”
Leaning forward, he lets his lips brush up my stomach, over the swell of my breast until he’s nibbling on my neck.
“Toby, please,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his body and dragging him closer. “I need— argh,” I scream when coldness suddenly hits my shoulder before running between my breasts like a river. “Oh fuck.” My wanton moan echoes around us as Toby dips his head, lapping at the tequila he just poured over me.
“Yessss,” I hiss when his tongue finally finds my nipples. But the pleasure is short lived because no sooner is he there than he’s gone again.
Reaching out, he grabs the salt shaker, making quick work of covering both my nipples.
“Oh fuck, yes.”
He pushes a lime wedge between my lips as I cry out before Toby dives for my nipples, licking up every grain of salt and driving me fucking crazy. He pours more tequila over me and drags his tongue up the length of my body until his lips brush mine as he bites into the lime.
My heels dig into his lower back and he chuckles as I try to drag his crotch against my aching pussy.
“Such a desperate little demon,” he says after spitting the lime onto the counter. “I am starting to get a little hungry, though.” His blue eyes flash with wicked intent, and heat floods between my legs.
Lowering back on my elbows, I watch in fascination as he grabs the salt shaker and drops to his knees before me, his eyes right in front of my pussy.
“Look how wet you are for me, Demon. You’ve missed me too, huh?” he growls.
I gasp as the tickle of the salt dancing on my sensitive skin sends shockwaves racing through me.
His eyes roll up my body before they lock with mine and a dark smile pulls at his lips.
Slowly, so fucking slowly, he leans in, but he doesn’t do what I’m expecting and lap at the salt, at me. Instead, he runs his nose through me, breathing me in.
“Oh my God,” I moan, unable to decide if I’m mortified or just completely fucking turned on. Before I can come to the conclusion, his searing tongue presses against my clit and all thoughts leave my head as he ensures every last grain of salt is gone before he upends the bottle of tequila over my belly button and laps at the river of alcohol that races down my body and between my legs.
He forgets about the lime this time, and the second he slams the almost empty bottle on the side, he dives for my pussy once more, eating at me like a starving man.
And he doesn’t let up until I’m screaming out his name, my entire body quaking and trembling on the bar top.
“Holy shit, I gasp.
“Been dreaming about doing that all week.”
My cheeks burn at his words, although I have no idea why. It’s a little late to be embarrassed about anything around Toby. In only a short period of time, he’s seen me at my best, my worst, and my filthiest. I’m not sure there’s much more for him to learn about me at this point. I’ve given him plenty of reasons to turn his back on me and find someone else to spend time with, yet he’s still here. He brought me here.
I shake my head, barely able to process all of this.
“What, baby?” he asks, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and dragging me from the counter.