Chapter 20

Tanner

I pour the clear liquid into our shot glasses and sprinkle the salt on our hands. We clink them together and steady ourselves for the potent liquid.

So far, tequila is the most effective method we have to prepare for our porn debut.

And, as a bonus, any residual anger or annoyance from earlier has been successfully washed down and adequately numbed.

It’s making me feel better about this decision. And I can tell it’s having the same effect on Elsa.

She twists her hair into a faux ponytail and exposes her neck. Her cheeks are red, and her body glistens from a thin sheet of perspiration sprinkling her body.

She’s getting hot, either from the warmth of the liquid or the anticipation of what’s to come. I hope it’s more of the latter.

My eyes feast on the sight of her.

I’m definitely getting used to this combination—tequila and Elsa—it’s fucking lethal.

“Cheers to the world seeing our asses.” I wink.

She laughs nervously, though her body is much more relaxed.

We’ll have to get her out of that pretty head of hers.

“Thank god I waxed.” She giggles, the warmth from the tequila tickling her.

My eyebrows shoot up. I guess that’s a good point.

“Hey! You don’t know what that camera can see. Or what they’ll zoom in on.” She winks.

“Angel, you have nothing to worry about.” My eyes linger over her body. “And I know I don’t either.”

She finishes licking the salt on her hand and stares back at me.

I glare right back at her, helping her remember. She knows exactly what I’m referring to.

Fuck. Her eyes light up, and she looks like she’s about to pounce.

She’s a fucking lioness in heat.

And I’m her willing prey.

Though this lion might have a hard time not taking her under me and dominating her like the crazed animal I am.

She’s already set up the camera, making sure it’s angled right to show off our best assets—but like I said we have nothing to worry about. She’s also triple-checked the lighting.

She always has to be so damn professional.

The lace of her stockings I saw earlier peeks out from under her silk robe.

My cock’s been hard since she green-lighted our X-rated film, but it’s a fucking rod watching the material glide against her.

Fuck, yes—I’ll finally be able to finish what I started.

In all honesty, I’m still fucking surprised she said yes.

Never in a million years would I have thought that Elsa would say yes to a sex tape.

The woman never ceases to surprise me. That’s one thing I find so damn attractive about her. It’s how she captivates me.

And this is what I’ve been waiting for—wanting—since the moment she left me.

No, I’ve needed this.

Albeit, I imagined under different circumstances, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Like I’ve said before, I knew how to get a fix or find a woman to sedate my need for Elsa, but never to extinguish it.

It had to be her.

Only her.

And now, I have her.

It’s going to be an endurance test to keep from showing her how much I’ve missed that tight cunt and body of hers under me.

Or really, how much I’ve missed her.

But I can’t let my desire take over—it could fuck this whole thing up.

Staring at me greedily, she unties her robe. It falls open and gives me a perfect view of the blush lace lingerie.

Jesus.

“Have you ever done a body shot before?” She leans back on her hands and scoots her ass to the edge of the bed, her legs open and inviting.

Her body is on full display and, like an audience at a fashion show, I’m gawking, awe-struck.

“Once or twice.” I wet my lips, imagining licking the sweet agave off her body.

She stands up and grabs the tequila and salt.

Standing in front of me, she widens her stance, and looks down at me like the fucking alpha she is.

“Take your shirt off and lay back.”

I look up at her, my eyes in view of her see-thru panties, and I immediately comply.

This is going to be agonizingly hard to get through.

But I’m giddy as a fucking dog whose owner’s dangling a treat above him.

And it’s one damn delicious treat.

I peel my shirt over my head and lay back on the couch.

“That’s better.” She smiles sensually and pushes my legs apart with hers.

Placing a hand on my hip to steady herself, she bends over and pours the tequila in my navel.

She licks a path up my chest, shaking salt on its wetness, and then places a lime in my mouth.

My skin is on fucking fire, and my cock strains against my pants. It’s almost becoming painful. I look down at her and watch her body sway rhythmically above mine.

She straddles me and slowly takes off her robe, never losing eye contact.

Biting her lip, she undoes my belt and pants.

“Don’t spill my tequila.” She winks and tugs them off.

A tiny bit of liquid spills down my stomach, and she looks at me, disappointment and humor filling her expression.

“Oh no, you spilled.” She grins wickedly.

She crawls back on me and straddles me again.

She grinds down on me, and the friction builds between the lace and cotton, lighting it on fire.

Fucking hell.

A growl escapes me, and I bite down on the lime, the juices running down my cheek.

“Tanner, you don’t know how to listen, do you?”

“I hate listening to you,” I mumble out, trying to keep the lime in my mouth.

I run my hands up her thighs, needing to feel her.

She bends down and sucks the liquid out of my navel, licks the line of salt and meets my lips; but only winds up hovering over them.

Putting the lime between her teeth, she squeezes the juices and spits it out to the floor, licking her lips afterwards.

I try to kiss her, wanting to fucking claim that devious mouth of hers, but she stops me.

She holds a finger to my lips and grabs my jaw, turning my head to the side.

“I have to get every drop,” she whispers in my ear and bites my earlobe.

“God, you’re fucking infuriating,” I say, seething.

She chuckles triumphantly and licks the lime juice off my cheek, tracing my jaw and finding her way to my mouth.

I can feel the heat from her cunt on my cock, and it’s driving me wild.

And her tongue playing with me has every nerve in my body raging.

This fucking show of hers is too damn much, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and her tits dangle above me.

That’s it.

I push down on her back, bringing her breasts to my face and nuzzling in their warmth and deliciousness.

She giggles, and I grab onto them, squeezing them.

I kiss and nip at the valley between them and pull back the lace covering her perky nipples.

Teasing one with my tongue, she reflexively swivels her hips, her cunt now grinding against my cock.

She moans softly and I continue my torture on the other nipple, massaging both her breasts.

God, this is fucking heaven.

Her head falls back, but she sits straight up.

Reaching behind her, she undoes her bra, and throws it to the other side of the room.

My mouth curls up in a huge grin, and I grab her ass, thrusting into her.

I need to be fucking in her.

She grinds down on me, and we begin dry humping like we’re fucking horny teenagers.

I sit up and pull her nipple into my mouth, biting down on it.

My hands explore her bare back, pulling her hair and exposing her neck to me.

I kiss and lick my way up it, feeling her moans vibrate her skin.

My tongue parts her lips and intertwines with hers. Our kisses become frantic, and we grasp each other, pinching and pulling at our skin.

Losing our breath, we begin melting into each other.

Our bodies becoming one; I don’t think we can get any closer.

My hand moves to her ass, and I slap it.

She gasps and kisses me harder.

She’s always liked it rough; I’d never lie about that. It’s always the angels who have the dirtiest secrets.

My finger explores between her ripe cheeks, following the fabric of her thong passed her taint, and I touch her wet cunt over the lace.

She groans into my mouth, and my fingers continue to explore the soaked material, lightly teasing her lips and clit.

“You’re fucking drenched, angel.”

She responds by pushing me down, forcing my hands away.

Without a word, she grabs my cock, and I instinctively jerk into her hands.

“Ah, Elsa!”

She smiles through a heated expression and stares at me, a hint of playfulness glimmering in her eyes.

To my fucking surprise, she slides her hand between her legs and fingers herself.

I’m stunned. I can’t look away.

Closing her eyes briefly, she opens them and smiles menacingly.

She pulls her dripping wet fingers from inside and wraps them around my dick, lubing it with her juices.

And she slowly but firmly strokes it.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

I close my eyes hard, completely bewildered, and my ache becomes excruciating.

A deep feral groan ripples through me.

I can’t take this anymore. And I don’t care about the fucking camera.

I need to take her...now.

Without a second thought, I grab her waist, lift her up, and pin her down on the bed with my body.

I hold her hands above her head so as to keep her from fighting back, and she blinks at me in shock.

“It’s my turn now, Angel.”