Page 48 of Tequila & Lace
“So yeah. She had an abortion which caused us to break up.” I stared at our woven hands for a few beats and then took a few gulps of my drink until it was almost empty.
“Let’s go to the living room.” She held up the Patrón bottle.
I grinned at her then stood. “Body shots on the couch?”
“You and your body shots.” She laughed then squealed the moment my hand smacked her ass.
“You and your body.” I picked her up, carried her to the couch, then placed her so she was straddling my lap, still holding the tequila bottle.
“You like my body.” She kissed me lightly.
“No, baby, I love your body.” I returned my mouth to hers, my hands working their way up her jean clad legs and then under the hem of her T-shirt. The moment my hands skimmed her bare skin, she pulled her mouth from mine.
“Don’t you want to know why I’m an escort, too?” she blurted.
“If you want to tell me.”
She took a big swig of the tequila and I chuckled. “My mother was a whore and she got me into the game.”
I stared at her. I wasn’t sure if she was serious, but she wasn’t smiling. “You’re serious?”
She nodded. “Yeah, and this’s why I don’t sleep with my clients. I’m not a whore like she is.”
Was this also why she hadn’t slept with me? It was on the tip of my tongue to ask her, but the way she’d chugged the tequila right before she’d told me indicated that maybe sex to her was something she waited to do. If she only knew how many clients and chicks I’d slept with… Iwasa whore.
“You know you mean a lot to me, right?”
“I know, love bug.”
I smiled. “Love bug?”
“Sugar lips?”
“Love bug is better.” I chuckled and kissed her lips.
“Is it time to watch a movie now?”
“We can do whatever you want, gorgeous.”
“I’m going to go put on my pajamas first.”
While she changed, I put on basketball shorts, then turned on the TV as I waited for her. When she came out, she was dressed in short pajama shorts and a spaghetti strap top—braless. I groaned the moment I saw her because she was going to be the death of me.
Braless titties.
Bare legs.
Hard dick.
I needed my cock to calm down but, of course, all I could think about was the way she smelled of coconuts. Finally, she picked a movie and cuddled against my side. I pulled her so we were spooning because my dick needed to be against her ass. I wanted her back to my front so I had easy access to play with her.
I couldn’t take the agony any longer. My hand slipped down the front of her body, searching. I eased up the front of her shirt to slip my hand in her shorts and she stopped me.
“It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear. “I’m gonna make you feel good, gorgeous.” She turned slightly, her eyes searched mine almost as though she was unsure. “Just relax.”
She stared at me for a beat and then smiled before she wiggled her hips against me. I nudge my dick against her firmly, causing her to moan and me to grind a little harder. “I fucking love hearing those noises from your mouth. I wanna hear more. Tell me I can make you come, gorgeous. I wanna hear my name leave your lips. I’ve been dying to taste you.”
My hand slipped farther into her shorts and she turned onto her back, lifting her ass and allowing me to pull them off. Her gaze met mine as I lifted her shirt off before moving my mouth to hers, my hand cupping and kneading her breast. She moaned again, my tongue slipping in at that moment, and our kiss deepened. Her body relaxed and after a few moments I worked my way down her body with my mouth.
