Blame it on the Vodka (Blame it on the Alcohol)

“I fucking hope so.” With that, she exited the car, and I raced to follow.

I stalked behind her, letting her make it through the door before making my move. My finger down the length of her back was her only warning before I whirled her around to face me. She stared up with wild eyes—so dark, yet bright with a fire I wanted to burn in.

Our heavy breaths echoed around the dark empty foyer. The whole house was quiet. Everyone gone for the night, including staff. Thank god, because I’d waited long enough and didn’t want to wait a second more.

Like an animal cornering its prey, I loomed over her, letting every filthy fantasy play across my face. Each step I took forward, she took one back until she bumped into the round table. Still, I didn’t stop. I rested both hands on the dark wood, staring down her body as she arched back to hold my gaze.

Her tongue slicked across her lip, and my mouth watered to do the same. Not yet. Pressing my forehead to hers, I closed my eyes and inhaled, losing myself in her scent—in the way she trembled against me.

“Austin,” she breathed, inches from my mouth.

“I need to taste you,” I said, my desperation bleeding through. Dropping down her body, my hands skated over her curves, not trusting myself enough to let my mouth play. I knew that once I put my mouth on her full tits, I’d be there until she came from that alone.

“Make sure you watch,” I ordered, nodding toward the mirror behind me. “I want you to know what it looks like with my head between your thighs.”

“Oh, god,” she whimpered.

Her sweet aroma permeated the air and fueled the animal I barely kept on a leash. I kneeled before her, wild and on the edge of losing control. Two high slits bared her strong legs. Starting at her knee, I dragged my tongue up one thigh, shoving the silky material aside. The daintiest scrap of white lace barely covered her. Such a virginal juxtaposition to the filth I was going to do. I fisted the material and delivered a sharp bite to her inner thigh as I ripped the panties off her.

She gasped, and finally seeing her swollen, wet lips bared to me was the final straw. The chain around my control snapped.

I wedged a shoulder under her leg and dove in like a man starved. She yelped, falling forward, digging her hands into my hair to hold herself up.

The sweet, tangy flavor burst on my tongue, only urging me to get more, more, more. I shoved my tongue between her folds and dragged it from her opening to her swollen clit.

“Oh, my god. Fuck. Fuck,” she whimpered. “Austin. Please.”

Her begging shot straight down my spine, bringing my cock back to life. I wanted to stay there forever with my face between her thighs, but I needed inside her.

Gripping her ass, I pinned her where I wanted and feasted, sucking on her clit with quick fast flicks of my tongue, losing myself in the way she rocked against my mouth, in the way her cum dripped down my chin.

“Shit. Yes. I’m coming.”

Her hands fisted painfully in my hair, only adding to the pulsing beat of need between us. Her whimpers and moans would follow me to the grave. I wanted to record them and play them every night. I was a man obsessed, and I needed more.

Her pussy throbbed against my lips, and I didn’t bother waiting for her to completely come down before I rose to my feet, hoisting her over my shoulder on the way.

“Austin,” she shrieked.

I smacked her ass, earning another shout. “I need inside you. So, unless you want people to start coming back to find me wedged deep inside your cunt, I suggest you stop wriggling.”

“You’re barbaric.”

“Oh, Rae,” I laughed softly, “I’m desperate. But if you want barbaric, I’ll happily throw you down right here on these steps and rut against you like the goddamn animal you’ve turned me into.”

“You wouldn’t.”

I stopped, setting her on a step above me so I could meet her gaze. “I would, and I wouldn’t stop, even when they came in. I’d happily let them watch until I spilled everything I had deep inside you.”

She swallowed, the only sign that she wasn’t as unaffected as her mulish silence wanted me to believe.

“Would you like that, Raelynn?” I asked with a slow smile. “Would you like for everyone to watch you take me?”

Still, she didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to.

My smile grew. “I’ll have to keep that in mind. But for now, I need more than a set of stairs for what I have in mind.”

“And what do you have in mind?” she asked, her voice needy.

Without answering, I hoisted her back over my shoulder again, running to our room. I kicked the door shut behind us and stood her at the foot of the bed.