D is for Desire
“I want my tequila shot.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Now.”
Alex grabbed Dee’s hand before she had a chance to think of an escape, and he dragged her in the direction of the kitchen. He lifted her onto the counter and pressed his hand against her stomach edging her into a prone position.
She scowled at him, and her lips thinned into a resentful line.
“Why are you doing this?” she snapped, and tried to rise.
His hand firmed on her belly, her flesh under his palm burned like molten caramel, sugary, boiling his senses. Desire dizzied him.
“Let me up, you jerk.”
Alex grabbed the Tequila bottle, his mouth closed over the top of the cork. He snapped it off and spat it into the sink. Inch by inch, Alex edged Dee’s crop-top up exposing a tanned midriff. His breath strangled in his throat at the sight of Dee’s white-gold belly ring.
Her magnificent breasts rounded to perfect high mounds as she lay against the smoky counter. The shirt fluttered, and the firm white underside of her flesh peeked out from the cotton fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Alex’s cock thanked the gods by doing a pagan dance against his stomach.
Sunlight slipped over the countertop. A stray silver beam highlighted a faint circle of iridescent hair dusting a peculiar halo around Dee’s navel. Alex swallowed when her belly ring winked at him, the marquise diamond sparkling in the morning sun.
He poured the amber liquid into a shot glass with his left hand and slipped the bottle onto the granite surface. Alex upended the small tumbler centering it perfectly over Dee’s belly button. He bent his head to her stomach and suckled avariciously.
The liquor had a sharp bite to it, and her skin radiated heat. His tongue trailed around the circumference of her navel lingering on the surface of the small diamond. Dee’s hot flesh smelled of suntan lotion, the fruity kind made for tasting. Alex’s palm slipped, cupping her left side, his thumb caressing circles, and he gave up striving for any semblance of control.
He forced his face away from her smooth, flat belly. His groin tightened. The kitchen buzzed with conversation, and the others stood in the doorway hollering encouraging comments. It all faded into the background. In a peculiar dazed trance, Alex touched his forefinger to Dee’s stomach. A slight graze.
Her muscles contracted at once.
Alex stared. His finger stroked a small circle on her belly. Same reaction as before. His mouth curved with satisfaction.
On the second shot, his tongue developed a mind of its own licking a path along her lower belly. Alex waited for the slight undulation as Dee’s muscles quivered to his touch. His hands spanned her narrow waist on the third shot tracing the outline of her hip.
“I think three shots are enough, buddy.” Jake slapped him on the back.
The Tequila bottle tilted forward and spilled. A long rivulet ran down Dee’s stomach disappearing under the waistband of her cut-offs. Alex shoved the bottle against the wall, placed his hands on the outside of her shoulders, and whispered in Dee’s ear.
“I’m gonna lick the Tequila off your pussy before we leave here this morning, sweetheart.”