Elijah
I had never put as much effort into a body shot before. But I had never had Catherine lying before me so I was going to make the most of it. I was going to make these the dirtiest fucking body shots in the history of shots. I’d do them all night if she agreed to stay right where she fucking was at this very second. Her dark hair spread out behind her with those pouty lips of hers wrapped around the lime.
I was having the nastiest damn thoughts of something else those lips would look good wrapped around.
“You ready?” I asked to break the trance I found myself in.
“Waiting on you.” Her words were muffled around the lime but I heard them.
I lowered my mouth to her stomach and ever so slowly ran my tongue over her skin, absorbing the salt, but most of all loving how her skin felt against my tongue. I looked up at her to find her eyes tightly closed, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my lips. It was the reaction I wanted.
Rising up, I lifted the shot to my lips and downed the liquid just as her eyes eased open. They widened just a bit when I began to move my lips to hers, but just before I reached the lime, I used my hand to pull it away and took her mouth instead. She was shocked at first and I sensed a deep intake of breath just before her hand cupped the back of my neck and held me close. What I had planned to be a simple tease turned into so much more.
By the time I pulled back she was breathless and her lips reddened.
“Oh my hell,” a woman said from somewhere around us but there was no way my eyes were leaving Cat’s.
“You ready for four more of those?”
“Can we just skip the salt, drink, and lime and go straight for the kissing?” I chuckled at her forwardness and her cheeks reddened. Maybe she hadn’t meant to say the words aloud but the damage was done. I already knew she wasn’t the quiet girl I first met at Porter’s.
“Shots, shots, shots,” the guys began to chant and suddenly I was seeing visions of tackling the fuckers.
“That was so unbelievably sexy,” another girl said, somewhere close, and I had to agree.
“I think the only way we’re getting out of this is if I do these other four shots.”
“Okay fine.” She smirked and my dick jumped behind the zipper of my jeans. “Only if you promise to make each one better than the last.”
“Challenge accepted.” And I did just that. By the time the shots were done, I was hard as stone and we were both breathing heavy. Sexual adrenaline was overpowering my buzz, and though I felt a little light on my feet, I still had a long way to go before Clayton would be able to gain his revenge.
I found him in the room and the guy looked like he was lost. Poor bastard was putting entirely too much behind this challenge. He was so thirsty for revenge it was consuming him. I almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
I carefully helped Catherine up from the counter, and as she slid off, placing her feet on the floor, I made sure to stand close. By the way her eyes widened I’d say she was fully aware of the effect our display moments ago had on me.
“Those were nothing like any body shots I’ve ever witnessed before.” The breathless way she said it gave my ego one last boost. “I think I need some fresh air.”
I began to follow behind her but both Marcus and Morgan stepped forward and took my place. Marcus looked me over as she slowly moved away and when his focus landed on my hard cock, I swear the guy purred.
***
“Drink it,” Isaac said as he placed a cup in my hand.
“What is it?” Lifting the cup to my nose, I took a whiff and crinkled my nose. “It smells like gasoline.”
“I can assure you it isn’t gasoline, but it is some strong shit.” Still not taking a drink, I looked down at the dark liquid, knowing that if I drank this shit, I’d be paying for it the next day.
Taking in one deep breath, I lifted the cup to my lips and took a huge drink. It may have not been gasoline but it sure as shit burned like a bitch going down. I winced and suddenly everything inside me felt like it was on fire. My throat, my chest, hell, even my eyes and teeth.
Shaking my head, I held out the cup to Isaac. “I’d rather drink straight from the tequila bottle.”
“There may have been some tequila in there too.”
“May have been?”
He shrugs as he looks down offensively at the cup he held. “Clayton made it, I just agreed to pass it to you.”
“Great,” I said and looked around the room before spotting Clayton wearing a huge smile on his face. “That asshole probably roofied me.”
“Yeah, probably.” Isaac walked away laughing.
I felt like all eyes were on me at that point. I knew all my brothers had a hand in this. Normally they were loaded by now and doing some crazy shit, but they all seemed eerily sober.
The moment my teeth felt like they had gone numb and my nose got some tingling sensation, I knew I was fucked.