“Shall we start, little girl? Now that we’ve both been fed, we can concentrate on other matters rather than our empty bellies.”
The grin he shot her was huge and sexy. “Ladies first,” he insisted, offering her the box of cards as if it were the Holy Grail, or Pandora’s box of sin and temptation.
Shooting him a cheeky grin, she smiled brightly. “Why, thank you, kind sir.”
Being careful to select a green-edged card, she withdrew one at random and eagerly sat back to see how the evening would begin.
Chapter Twelve
Samuel watched with growing lust and uncertainty as Chloe read and then reread her card. She seemed faintly shocked, but he could scent her lust and desire seeping from her very pores.
She smelled delicious to him. Fresh as the wind, yet with the faintly flowery, feminine scent that was sweet and uniquely hers. Overriding all these scents was the salty tang of her lust and cream.
He so wanted to spread her legs and taste her. It was a burning in his gut, an ache in his loins, and the fiercest craving he’d ever had, all wrapped up into the one package.
The pause dragged out until he could feel the pulse beat in his head and echo down in his cock. If she didn’t talk soon he’d go mad, he knew. After an eternity of lustful waiting, she cleared her throat.
“Uh, I’m not sure we can do this one—do you have shot glasses?”
Samuel blinked, startled and slightly confused. “Well, yeah. Why?”
Chloe finally raised her eyes and looked at them. A vortex of emotions swirled therein. He could read lust, excitement and a sparkle of mischief within her dark, deep brown eyes. He felt certain if he stared in their depths long enough he would be able to read her soul.
Without a single word, but with a mischievous, almost impish grin on her face she bent forward, her legs grazing his own much larger ones, and she handed him the small card she held.
He must drink a shot from between her breasts.
That single, oh-so-simple sentence had his cock so hard and long he feared he would come in his pants. Never, in all his life had he come in his pants. The images, the simple words and the erotic pictures they conjured in his head had his cock fit to bursting.
At this rate he would spew his seed far and wide before even entering Chloe’s lush heat. With an iron will, he pulled his thoughts away from sinking himself balls-deep into Chloe and stood up.
Silently commending himself for his strength of will, he muttered something vaguely along the lines of, “I’ll get the glasses”, and headed off into the kitchen. He needed the moment to splash cold water on his face and regroup anyway.
Pulling his jeans away from his engorged cock, he dared not touch himself for fear he would explode under the pressure.
“Don’t forget something to drink,” Chloe called out from the next room.
Picking up a bottle of vodka from his highest shelf—where much younger, busy and eager little hands couldn’t reach it—he snagged two shot glasses and headed back, determined to keep his control until Chloe was in the same state as himself.
Returning to the living room, sitting down on the edge of the couch, Samuel watched with undisguised desire as Chloe unbuttoned the top of her shirt. She bent forward to the table and poured half a glass full of the vodka, then carefully arranged the shot glass within her cleavage.
Grinning, she gingerly withdrew her hands, slowly, to make sure the glass was firmly entrenched between her beautiful breasts. The silk shirt still hid most of the mounds from his view, but the healthy show of cleavage was all his poor system could currently cope with.
If he could see any more of her silky smooth skin, if her scent was any further in his system, he would pull her down, tear the clothes from her sweet body and fuck her wildly until they both screamed and collapsed from exhaustion.
“Okay, you can go for it now, just be careful not to spill too much. I have a feeling spilled vodka on skin will become rather sticky.”
Nodding curtly, not trusting his voice to do anything but growl in sexual hunger, he held her waist steady. His hand easily cupped the rounded flesh, the sensation of palming her skin, even through the thin fabric of her shirt, had him incoherent in his lust.
He dipped his head, determined to drink the shot of vodka and leave her be.
His head bent down, angling between her breasts and he inhaled a pure shot of her scent. It invaded his system like a drug, made him higher than any steroid or amphetamine ever could. He closed his eyes, certain the color in the world just got that much brighter, that much more vivid.
Riding the wave of lust and painful pleasure, Samuel took a moment to gather himself.
Thrusting his tongue in an imitation of what his penis desperately wanted to do, he lapped at the vodka between her perfect breasts.
It was on his second foray he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Both her hesitancy, and her unwillingness to remove her shirt became clear. The knowledge that she was naked under the shirt had his cock hardening even more.
A dozen more laps and Samuel sat back. The vodka ran through his system, energizing him and making him even more lightheaded. Or maybe that was still her scent driving him wild.
Blinking, trying to clear his head, he poured the other shot glass half-full of vodka. Offering it to her, he insisted.
“It’s better we stay on an equal footing if we’re to be drinking. No chance of one of us taking advantage of the other that way.”
Removing the shot glass from between her breasts, Chloe smiled and left her shirt half-unbuttoned. As she swapped her empty glass for the
