Shotgun (Black Reign MC)
by Marteeka Karlane
No girl was this innocent. Except I knew Esther was. Innocence clung to her like a second skin. She was hesitant, but eager to learn things outside her comfort zone. Things I knew she’d never even considered doing before tonight.
“Yes. Body shot? Remember?”
Her brows knit together for a moment before she opened her eyes wide, a happy smile splitting her face. “Oh, yeah! Let’s do that!”
She practically dragged me to the bar then stood there, swaying slightly, looking up at me with a big smile on her face. Yeah. I might have created a monster.
“You ready?” I handed her the salt shaker, and she snagged it out of my hand.
“Absolutely!” When she reached for my hand, I pulled away.
“Uh uh, doll. Not this time.” She looked confused and maybe even a little hurt. I couldn’t have that. She’d soon feel better though. I pulled her close. “Lick my neck this time.”
“Oh…” Her eyes widened. “Nuh uh!”
“What? You don’t like the idea of licking my neck? Want me to do you first? I hadn’t planned on it since I’m supposed to be the sober one, but if you insist…”
I bent to her slowly, giving her plenty of time to back out. With one hand I pulled her hair out of the way while I grabbed the salt shaker with the other. I urged her head to the side, and she went willingly. The pulse at the side of her neck was thumping like mad, and she was practically hyperventilating. When I was sure she wasn’t going to balk, I took a long, slow lick up the side of her neck. Esther squealed and clung to me. She quivered in my arms when I shook the salt onto her neck and licked again. Then I pulled back to catch her gaze as I shot the tequila and sucked the lime. Esther watched me avidly, her whole body now shaking. God, I wanted to shove my hand up her skirt and see just exactly how wet she was. I’d bet my last dollar she’d soaked her panties and had moisture dripping down her inner thighs.
“Now.” I handed her the salt. “Your turn.”
She took it with trembling fingers. “D-do I g-get to ch-choose where I lick?”
I grinned. “Anywhere you want, doll.”
For a long, long time, Esther just looked up at me. I could see the internal debate going on in her head. Truth be told, I was as anxious as she looked, just wondering where she’d choose to lick.
“If I lick it,” she said softly, “it’s mine.” As she spoke, Esther’s gaze drifted over my chest, her fingers bunching the material of my T-shirt.
“Only if you’re brave enough to take it, little doll.”
That must have been the exact right thing to say because she tugged my shirt from my pants and shoved it up my belly and chest, struggling to get it off me. With a laugh, I helped her, pulling it over my head and tossing the material down on the bar.
“Oh, wow,” she said, a look of awe on her face.
I knew I looked good. Ripped with muscle and inked all over, I’d had more than one woman worship my body. This woman, however, appreciated what she saw more than all the others combined. And, Lord help me, I appreciated her appreciation. My cock was harder than it had ever been, and she hadn’t even touched it. And I had no hope of getting her to ease it.
“Well?” I asked. “What are you going to lick, doll?”
She ran her hand over my chest and abs as if trying to decide. Finally, she settled on my chest, just over my heart. I suspected she wanted to go lower but chickened out. Which didn’t matter much. It just meant I needed to give her a little more time.
Esther licked, mimicking the way I licked her. Slow. Leisurely. Then she salted the area and licked again. She moaned before shooting the tequila. The sight was so erotic, I nearly forgot to feed her the lime. This time, she barely grimaced. Which meant she’d had enough.
She looked up at me with wonder in her eyes, and my heart melted a little. “Wow,” she said. “You taste… really, really good.” There was a silly little grin on her face, but her eyes didn’t seem as focused as they had been.
“You like it?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Can I taste more?”