Blame It on the Tequila

Her eyes flicked to Ash’s bunk across from us but didn’t protest. Instead, she gripped my sides and lifted herself so she could rub against me. It had to be the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

Needing more of her—to give her more—I slid my hand up her shirt, thumbing the soft underside of her breast. The skin pebbled, and I became almost desperate to see it. Cupping my hand around the curve, I kissed down her neck, losing myself in her wet heat, grinding closer and closer to the edge.

It was so much like the night on the couch when we finally kissed, but with so much more knowledge and built-up desire. Pushing to see how far I could go, I drew my hand back to the edge of her top and started lifting it past the pale skin of her stomach. I fingered her ribs and looked to her for permission. Ash was most likely asleep, but with the curtain open, if he did wake up, he’d be able to see all of her.

She looked to his bunk again, a rosy blush warming her cheeks before looking back to me with a nod. Agonizingly slowly, I tugged the top up and over her breasts.

Holding her gaze, I leaned down and coiled my tongue around the tip, almost jerking back when I brushed against cold metal.

Holy fuck. Nova has pierced fucking nipples.

I think I just died and went to heaven.

Using my other hand, I lifted my fingers to the pebbled tip surrounded by two metal balls. She whimpered and groaned as my tongue flicked and teased with the gentlest of strokes across the buds.

“Parker, please,” she whispered, arching up against my mouth.

Not being able to take it any longer, her whimpers growing louder, I sucked her nipple into my mouth. She cried out, and I thought I would come right there. God, I wanted to pull my shorts down, tug her flimsy pants from her body and push inside her once and for all, but as much as I loved exploring this with her, our first time together wouldn’t be in a bunk bed of a bus.

It didn’t mean I couldn’t make her come other ways.

Abandoning her breast, I shifted my hand down. She rocked frantically, digging nails into any part of me she could get, crying out and moaning the sexiest sounds I’d never forget. She owned her pleasure, and the sight was stunning. When we were teens, she’d been hesitant and unknowing, and now she stretched and mewled and held me where she wanted me.

Again, giving her plenty of time to pull back, I fingered the edge of her pants, and when she didn’t tell me to stop, I delved under, creeping my way between her thighs.

“Yes, Parker. Please.”

“I bet Ash is stroking himself, ready to come with you.”

Her eyes blazed but never left mine.

“He can’t take his eyes off your pierced nipples. Such a good girl hiding filthy secrets.”

Her mouth parted on a moan when I pressed between the soft folds of her pussy, encountering wet, slick heat.

“Such a dirty girl who wants everyone to watch her come.”

“Yes.”

I only grazed her opening to pull more of her wetness up to her soaked clit before she went off. She thrust, and I brushed back and forth, circling and tapping, resting my other fingers at her opening, on the edge of coming when I could feel her cunt spasming. She cried out, almost arching off the bed, and I pulled back to watch her explode.

She was stunning. All fiery red hair sprawled out, her beautiful breasts heaving and tight, her legs spread wide, rocking against my hand until she finally relaxed back against the pillows, dazed and sated, gasping for air. Her heavy-lidded eyes took me in, scanning down to my tented shorts.

“Come,” she ordered.

Scooting back to my haunches, I held myself over her with one arm extended and used the other to tug my shorts below my balls.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed, her eyes wide.

I slowly stroked my cock, length to tip, holding my breath when she reached out to finger the silver barbell across the underside of my shaft just below my head.

“Fuck, Nova,” I grunted.

She skated her fingers across the head, collecting the drop of precum before pulling away and stretching out like a fucking model designed just to get me off.

Having held off for too long, I jerked my dick harder, coming in less than a few minutes. I cupped my hand over the head and looked everywhere, from her perfect pale tits with barbells through them to her rosy pink lips, round and panting like the sight of me jerking off had her on edge all over again. I remembered how her pussy drenched my fingers from a simple swipe, and I came in my fist. My muscles tensed, and fiery pleasure shot from my head to my toes. Wave after wave poured out of me until I thought I’d collapse. I scanned the area for anything and found a box of tissues in the corner. Grabbing one, I cleaned up and crumpled to my elbows, my forehead pressed to hers.