Tainted Gold (Providence Gold 3)

I loved black lace.

“Success!” I yelled, dropping both halves and closing one eye so I could focus on what had been covered so rudely.

With a groan, I pulled the cups down underneath each mound and then face planted, miraculously capturing a nipple in my open mouth.

Shit, she tasted amazing. She even felt and smelt amazing.

Threading her fingers into my hair, Lily groaned and twisted beneath me until she knocked me off as she grabbed a handful of my t-shirt and tried to pull it over my head. Unfortunately, with the angle she was lying at, all she managed to do was gather the bulk of it under my chin, and when she pulled, it closed off my airway making me choke.

“Off,” she ordered, falling back with her arms above her head, making her tits bounce beautifully on impact and leaving me to take it off properly. When I just stayed still staring at her bouncy breasts – replaying their bouncing in my drunken brain – she lifted a hand and slapped my stomach snapping me out of it. “Off!”

Doing as I was told, I took it off, and then decided to just get rid of everything I was wearing at the same time. With a toe to heel maneuver, I got both boots off and kicked them to the side of the room, noticing belatedly that we were in my bedroom.

“Hey,” I snorted, yanking down my jeans, not undoing them or feeling the burn as they scratched down my skin with the belt still done up. “We’re in my house!”

When she didn’t reply, I turned and looked down to see her in a U shape, trying to unhook her bra with her jeans around her knees. Kicking my own off my feet, I climbed in beside her and flipped her over to help out, getting an “Ooof!” as her body thudded face down on the mattress.

Whoever invented bra’s was evil, or sober. An evil sober person who’d probably never been so horny that his dick was going to shoot off his body and go into outer space. My dick felt like it was going to do that, like a bottle rocket – woooooomph off it would go and pass all of the other planets in a matter of seconds.

During all of my musings about bottle rocket cocks, I managed to undo the bra, flip her back around, yank her jeans and panties off, and position myself between Lily’s legs without even realizing.

“Pretty kitty,” she sang, stroking my beard – something which I’d told her it wasn’t throughout the duration of the night and the bottles of bourbon we’d consumed. “You so cute!”

Those were the nicest words anyone had ever said to me, and I felt them all the way down to my soul. In fact, the huge consumption of alcohol had woken that soul up for the first time and it was currently doing the merengue in my chest.

Me and my beard bet she had a pretty kitty too.

That thought had my eyes trailing down her body to the area in question, widening when I saw it really was pretty.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, slowly sliding down. Any faster and I’d probably shoot off the bed seeing as how I only just had control of my muscles at this pace. Had I been sober, I probably wouldn’t have said what I did next. “Meow!” before licking right up the center of it and groaning.

Now I wish I hadn’t been drinking, because the harsh taste of the bourbon meant I couldn’t fully appreciate how amazing she tasted. What I could taste I loved enough to go down for more, so I did.

“Tate,” Lily groaned and swallowed loudly. “Are we going to regret this in the morning?”

It all came out slurred, but I understood every word. Drunk to drunk conversations were the best secrets in the world. No one could figure out what was being said apart from the people involved in it, the secrets were almost always forgotten in the morning and the best plans in the world were formed because of the alcohol.

So, no, we wouldn’t regret this – which I told her before going back to what I was doing.

It felt like hours and seconds at the same time had passed when suddenly her back arched off the bed, her hand grabbed a fistful of hair and she let out a wail as she came. I was having so much fun where I was that I didn’t want to leave her until she started smacking the back of my head.

“Too much,” she gasped, twisting away from me. “Stop.”

Standing up, I pumped my cock a couple of times, groaning at the sparks that flew down my thighs as I did it. I’d stood up for a reason, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Looking around the room to see if I could remind myself by doing that, I missed the moment when she dropped off the bed onto her knees in front of me, her head angled up.