Page 9 of Reckless Hearts
He bends his head, and Marcus’s breath ghosts over my skin before his tongue darts out to touch my neck.
I gasp at the feel of his tongue on my skin. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, licks the trail of salt off my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I feel lightheaded, dizzy. It appears my body can’t do something as mundane as breathing when Marcus’s tongue is on me.
He pulls away slightly.
“Lick,” he murmurs into my ear.
My cock is throbbing now. Marcus watches me with a heated gaze.
“Swallow.” He quickly downs a shot.
He moves back into my space, his gray eyes not leaving mine.
“And we can be inventive about what we suck as well,” he murmurs. “Because there are so many nicer things to suck than a lime.”
“Like what?” I squeak.
“Like this,” he whispers as he closes the distance between us. His warm breath lingers on my neck as he pulls my earlobe into his mouth.
I can’t help the low moan that escapes as Marcus’s teeth graze my earlobe, lightly nipping. Is it an undiscovered scientific principle that your earlobe has a nerve with a direct line to your cock? Now I’m throbbing so much my knees feel weak, and I have to grip the back of my desk chair for support.
“Your turn,” he says as he steps back from me.
My stomach wobbles. Is this really happening? Am I doing dirty tequila shots with Marcus Johnson?
I must have slipped into some parallel universe where my heart’s every desire comes true.
While I’m grappling with the paradox of multiple realities, Marcus watches me with expectant eyes.
Shit. Whatever version of reality this is, I’m doing dirty tequila shots with Marcus, and it’s my turn.
I decide not to go for anything too imaginative, just follow the same incredible path he mapped out on me.
My hand shakes as I sprinkle the salt onto his perfect neck.
“Lick,” I say softly and then lean in. Marcus’s scent is an intoxicating mix of beer and woodsy aftershave.
Before I lose my nerve, I glide my tongue along the soft skin of his neck, not believing I’m really doing this. My tongue is touching part of Marcus. I’m living in the twilight zone right now.
Thankfully, I’ve still got some control over my salivary glands, and I don’t drool.
Along with the salty explosion on my tongue, I can also taste the flavor of his skin. My head feels so light I might float away.
I grab the shot glass, almost spilling it, but then slam it down, feeling the burn in my throat.
Marcus looks at me with hooded eyes.
“Are you going to suck?” he asks.
Oh, holy Sauron, he’s inviting me to have my mouth on him again.
I move closer to his beautiful face. Marcus has the type of beauty that is even more breathtaking when you get this close, flawlessly smooth skin, his eyes a dark gray in the dim light.
I hesitate before taking his perfect earlobe into my mouth because I’ve never had someone’s earlobe in my mouth before.
But I tentatively nibble on the edge and am rewarded by a low groan from Marcus. Emboldened, I take more of the flesh into my mouth, giving a solid suck.
