Body Shots (3 page)

“Any second thoughts?”
He didn’t want her having any regrets for what was about to happen. Because once his cock submerged into the depths of her cunt there was no turning back. Reed knew he wouldn’t be able to stop once he was inside the woman he’d loved so long ago.
The woman who still haunted his dreams.

Biting her lower lip she shook her head no.

Without hesitation he filled her.

She gasped.

“Sierra?”
He didn’t want to hurt her, in his desires to become one.

“Take me,” she wrapped her arms around him.
Nuzzling his neck, kissing him.

He moved closer, deeper.

She coiled her legs around his waist, giving him better access to her soaked pussy. The urge to jam his cock into her repeatedly, until he was spent, intensified but he didn’t want to be that naïve schoolboy, so he fought the demands of his penis. He rocked his cock back and forth slowly, savoring the feel of her tight walls clenching against his cock. As he glided in and out, her pussy cemented what he already knew—they fitted perfectly together.

She arched her back and dipped her head back. Her hips moved picking up the rhythm he set. Her body fought against his need to go slow. She wanted him fast and hard, like the young man he used to be. Instead of denying the urges any longer, Reed matched her tempo and built on it.

He placed two strong hands on the bar, steadying himself. The taut muscles in his ass flexed as he pumped into her. The stirrings of his orgasm took over as blood filled his hard penis. He was going to come.

Sierra must have sensed his closeness along with her own orgasm budding. She removed her arms from around his neck and gripped onto the barstool, pushing her pussy, forcing him to go deeper.

His balls tightened and his seed began to work its way through his penis. Reed’s fingers whitened as his grip tightened on the bar. Losing all sense of reality he pumped wildly into Sierra, as the walls of her pussy contracted against him.
Draining him.

Reed released his hold on the bar and gathered Sierra in his arms. Her head fell against his chest, her breathing labored. As he struggled to catch his breath he prayed she wouldn’t walk out of his life again leaving him hurt and confused.

Sierra knew once the intensity of the orgasm subsided that she had made a mistake. Having sex with Reed was a huge no-no. He was off limits for so many reasons.
Her feelings for him, for one.
After all this time she thought for sure she was over him. But the sex only proved her wrong big-time.

Ready to tell him this was a mistake and he should leave she looked up into his eyes. The eyes, brown speckled with green, had lost that haunted look from earlier, and it had been replaced with excitement and content.

She didn’t have the heart to hurt him just yet. Hope lingered. Maybe she wouldn’t have to hurt him.

Sweat glistened on his brow. She wiped it away with her finger.

He bent kissing the tip of her nose.

“That was incredible. You’re incredible.”

She buried her face in his chest afraid to look him in the eyes. “Yes, it was.”

Her heart was breaking inside. She was torn between leading him on and wanting him in her life.
And not only to fill the void of sexual satisfaction, though he did that well.
She had walked away for a reason. A reason she had to remember or it could cost her
her
heart.

“Something wrong?”

He detected the trace of fear in her voice.

“Everything’s right,” he consoled. “Perfect.”

Sliding out of her he deposited the condom in the garbage, behind the bar. He tugged his pants up leaving them unbuttoned. He wasn’t done with her yet.

“Another shot?” he asked, holding up the tequila.

Her smile was forced. Was she regretting her decision? He sure as hell hoped not. He couldn’t get enough of her and he was about to show her.

“How about the proper way this time.”

Her nervousness didn’t go undetected. She didn’t want to do body shots, fine. He could do them the old-fashioned way.
For now.

He filled two glasses.
Handed her the salt.
“You first.”

She accepted the shaker and wet the back of her hand with her tongue. Then she sprinkled the salt on the wet spot.

Reed stood in front of her holding her shot along with her lemon. Her hand shook slightly as she reached for the glass. She licked the salt off, downed the shot and sucked the juice from the lemon in less than thirty seconds.

“Yuck!”

Reed chuckled. “Don’t like the taste?”

“No,” she said, through a pinched face. “Never have.”

“Something else I can interest you in?”

She shook her head. “Not of the liquid form.”

Was that an invitation? Had she given him the green light to continue this night or morning? It had to be three in the morning at this point but who was keeping track? Not Reed.

She hadn’t fixed her skirt, leaving her pussy still exposed and ripe for the taking.

“How about something in the hard form?”
His cock pulsed and grew harder just thinking about being inside her again.

“I…I think you might be on to—“

He eased her legs apart.

She moaned.

He knelt in front of her.

The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.
A scent so familiar.
One he had longed for.

“Hand me the bottle of tequila please and the shot glass.” He didn’t look up at her, instead his eyes feasted on her swollen pussy lips and the swollen nub waiting—no begging—for him to suck it.

She handed him the bottle along with the shot glass, no questions asked.

He felt her eyes watching him as he poured more liquid into the shot glass. He dipped his finger into the glass, pulled it out and wiped it across her clit.

She flinched.

“Does it hurt?” He searched her face for any signs of pain.

“No. It’s cold yet hot and burning but in a good way.”

He blew lightly on her clit.

She shuddered.

He spread her lips open. Moving closer his tongue darted out, flicking the nub, the taste of tequila tingling on his tongue.

For Reed there was nothing more erotic then covering a woman’s body with tequila and licking every last drop off. He tried ignoring his throbbing cock. He didn’t want to rush into her again, not just yet. He had to taste her, to feast on her luscious honey. Then he would fuck her over and over until she was begging for mercy.

Lifting her foot, he kissed her muscled calf. He kissed his way up to her knee where he lingered. Her body quaked when his lips caressed the back of her knee.
Still ticklish
.
He smiled remembering her pleasure spots. At one time he knew every inch of her body as if it were his own. He spent many nights caressing her feet, her breasts and kissing those hidden spots that turned her on so much.

Until that damned accident.

He shook the memories from his mind. There would be time for discussing the accident later, now he was a man on a mission and that was bringing Sierra to another mind-numbing orgasm.

He dipped his finger into the liquid then glided it into her wet folds. Sliding his finger in and out he covered her labia with the heady liquor.

His tongue pressed against the inside of her thigh.

“Salt,” he requested.

She obliged and he sprinkled her thigh lightly.

“Lemon.”

“Where could you possibly put that?” Her voice was indignant.

“Oh you’d be surprised at the places you can fit a lemon wedge.” He held out his hand, giving her a wink.

Her eyes flashed uncertainty as she handed him a wedge.

“Trust me, you’ll enjoy this.”

She leaned against the back of the stool.
“If you say so.”

Was she doubting
him? Reed loved nothing more than a challenge. He would show her just how much fun body shots could be.

The lemon fit nicely in the folds of her vagina. He still had perfect access to her clit. The magic button he would play with bringing her all sorts of excitement.

Once again he dosed her nub with tequila.

Licking the salt off her thigh, he pulled her clit between his teeth, flicking the nub with the salt. The mixture of salt and tequila invaded his mouth.

“Oh! My! God!” she cried.

Satisfaction filled him as he continued his assault on her clit. Her hands grabbed a hold of his hair and she pushed his head closer, demanding more.

He didn’t disappoint. He sucked harder as her cries grew louder.

She was nearing a climax. He slid his finger into her waiting pussy. Slipping past the lemon, which he would use shortly, he finger-fucked her while lapping her clit. Her hands raked his hair, her legs enveloped his body.

One digit became two, the lemon wedge fell out. Reed no longer cared about the wedge. The only thing that mattered was bringing her to sweet orgasms, one after the other.

He didn’t have to wait long until he felt the walls of her channel contracting against his fingers. Her breathing grew heavy and her moans more intense.

A few flicks of his tongue as he continued sucking and she was racing headfirst into orgasm. Her body shuddered against his fingers and mouth.

“Holy shit!” she howled.

“Now that’s how a body shot is done,” he said, resting on the backs of his heels, a wicked grin on his face.

Over and over she felt her pussy contracting, as multiple waves of orgasm rode through her, like a stampede of horses, trampling her body. That was the most delightful orgasm she’d ever experienced. He rocked her world. She couldn’t argue
,
he knew his way around a body shot.

When she finally caught her breath she leaned forward and dragged him into a lazy kiss. She tasted the mixture of tequila and her juices on his lips. It tasted right. He was right, body shots were better than she’d ever dreamed.

Their tongues danced playfully as they explored the other’s mouth. Her body was overheated she wanted to feel him inside her again. How could that be? He’d already filled her, then the orgasm he’d given her with his tongue. How could she possible be ready for more? But she was. She couldn’t get enough of him.

She released his mouth. “Fuck me again, Reed.”

Standing, he reached deep into his pocket pulling out a string of condoms.

“You’ve come very prepared.” She smiled.

“Never leave home without them.”

She snatched them from his hand and ripped one off with her teeth. “May I do the honors?”

He let out a low whistle.
“Absolutely.”

Wow. Who was this woman offering to sheath him? This wasn’t like her, the shy timid Sierra. She was acting like a wanton woman but she liked taking what she wanted and the way he made her feel. She wanted to get to know this part of herself better.

Sierra shimmied off the barstool, pulling her skirt back into place.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.”

“What’s the matter big boy?” she asked, hooking her fingers through his pant loops and dragging them down.
“Afraid of the big bad wolf?”

“Not at all.
I welcome her,” he growled, as her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking softly.

“Do you welcome this?” she asked, before swiping her tongue over the tip of his penis.

“Shit.”

“And how about this?”
She took the head of his cock in her mouth, gently sucking.

“You’re killing me, Sierra,” he muttered.

She removed her mouth. “Maybe I should stop.
Wouldn’t want a dead body in my bar.”

“No, please. Don’t stop.”

She wrapped her lips around him, dragging her tongue down the length of him. She cupped his sac, kneading his balls gently.

“God that feels so fucking good. Your mouth is hot.”

No need for words. She responded by taking him fully in her mouth. Every last inch, until the tip of his head touched the back of her throat. Then slowly she worked her way back, rolling her tongue along the deep throbbing vein.

She balanced herself by holding on to his muscular leg. She’d missed him more than she ever expected. The taste of him in her mouth was more than she could handle. She wanted to bring him to full climax like she had so many other times so long ago.

Thoughts of days when they were carefree and happy haunted her. Days when they would lay on a blanket near the ocean talking for hours, or out riding the Jet Skis, even long walks in the park. This was the man she had loved all her life, the man she was meant to be with, yet she couldn’t. Instead she could offer him one night.
One night of sex.
A night neither would forget.

His fingers massaged her head as she continued lapping at his long, hard penis. He moved his hips creating an easy tempo, rocking in and out of her mouth. She felt him growing rigid, a sign he was nearing climax.

The condom long forgotten, she reveled in the taste of his pre-cum covering her tongue as it licked along the slit of his head.

“Sierra,” he groaned.

Yes, she knew. Fisting his penis she bobbed her head up and down, with a renewed sense of urgency. Her lips met her hand, moving in sync. His cock began rippling under her touch as it started to erupt.

He roared out a string of obscenities as he poured his semen into her mouth. She sucked every last drop, swallowing his love.

“Fuck. I can’t remember ever feeling so good in all my life,” he said, lifting her to a standing position. “You amaze me. I’m so glad I found you again.”

She fell into his welcoming arms, cherishing this time together and knowing she pleased him beyond belief. The pounding of his heart lulled her making her feel safe, secure. Was it possible? Could she have the life she dreamed about with Reed? Could she have her fairy tale ending?

“Me too, Reed.”
Her honesty rocked her to the core. She was genuinely happy Reed had walked back into her life. It was a part of her that was missing for a long time.