Chapter 41
TASTE TEST
Ledger
I’m relaxing on the couch, holding a glass of scotch, debating the merits of various whiskeys with Dev.
“Scotch is smoother,” I say, just stating the facts of my drink of choice as the faint sound of the blow-dryer whooshes in the background. Aubrey just got out of the shower. “It goes down better.”
Dev knocks back some of his bourbon, then paces some more. “And bourbon is sweet, like vanilla or caramel.”
“Smoky is better,” I say as the hair dryer turns off. “Just like the Sea Dogs are better than the Foxes.”
Yeah, that’ll wind him up even more.
He growls, then paces as he bites out, “We are stacked up and down the line. Including yours fucking truly in the crease.”
I smirk. It’s hilarious to see him like this. “Be careful or the vein in your neck might burst,” I tease, but then I shut the fuck up when Aubrey emerges from the bathroom, slides a hand up along the doorframe, and juts out a sexy hip.
She’s a vision in black lace, creamy skin, and lush red locks.
“You wanted to spoil me in this?” she asks, coasting her hand down the black corset to the matching lace panties before she teases the top of her thigh-high stockings.
And my dick’s about to burst now.
“Yes,” I grunt, my voice like gravel.
“You.” It’s all Dev can seemingly manage to say.
“You look stunning,” I rasp out, then set down the glass on the coffee table and lift a finger, beckoning her to me.
In black high heels, she crosses the living room, passing Dev, whose eyes widen by the second. He doesn’t look away. He follows her every step till she reaches me.
I run one hand down her right thigh, taking my sweet time appraising her in the lingerie we bought for her this evening before we returned. We stopped at a sex toy store and bought lots of things.
I pat my thigh. “Sit on me, honey,” I tell her.
Like a good angel, she parks that sweet ass on my thighs, then crosses her strong, sexy legs. Dev doesn’t do a thing but gawk from across the room, too mesmerized by Aubrey’s sexiness and obedience to speak.
“You like scotch?” I ask her.
“I don’t know. Never tried it.”
I reach for my drink, making sure she watches me the whole time as I lift the glass to her lips, then say, “Just sniff it.”
She draws a quick inhale.
I raise the tumbler, take a small drink, and hold it in my mouth. I set the glass down on the table, then press my lips to hers, giving her the liquor, letting her taste it from me while I run my hand down her throat as she swallows.
When she finishes, she trembles.
“You like?” I ask.
“I do,” she says, her breath feathery. “It’s a little smoky.”
“Smoky’s good.” I slide my tongue between her lips, licking off the taste.
“So good,” she says when I break the kiss.
“Good. Now let Dev try some. I need to prove I’m right.”
Aubrey straightens, then lifts her finger and beckons Dev.
He’s across the living room in no time, setting down his bourbon as she drinks a swig of the scotch, then lifts her chin toward him—an offering from a goddess.
She stays on my lap, looking like sin and salvation in all that black and lace as she gives him the gift of her lips. He bends and covers her mouth, then swallows the liquor with a satisfied sigh.
“Better, isn’t it?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he takes his tumbler, then roams his gaze up and down the beauty on my lap.
“Lean back, sweet thing. Against the couch,” he instructs.
Aubrey complies, stretching next to me, her back arching, her tits rising up.
Slowly, purposefully, he pours a small splash of bourbon between the valley of her tits. “Try the bourbon sampler, Ledger,” he instructs.
The sneaky fucker.
He knew I couldn’t resist. I dip my face to her sweet skin and flatten my tongue, licking off the bourbon drop by drop as Aubrey trembles, murmuring an ohhhh.
I lap up the liquor that I can catch, along with the taste of her. Her scent—something tropical and lush—fries my brain. Makes my blood burn hot and fast. Makes me want to peel away the satin of her corset and expose the flesh of those tits.
Before I know it, I’m doing exactly that, devouring her lush tits while Dev chuckles.
“Guess you do like bourbon better,” he says.
I don’t answer him. I’m a prisoner to this lust. I need to get a grip. Take my time. Slow the hell down.
We have a scene mapped out.
Somehow, I tear my face away from her breasts.
Her shoulders shudder as she raises her face to gaze up at Dev with mischief in her brown eyes.
“Maybe Ledger needs another taste, though,” Aubrey says in a playful purr, rubbing her lush ass against the denim of my thighs.
Dev’s playing with her hair, tucking it behind her ears as he says, “Bet he does too.”
I’m strung tight with anticipation. What the hell is up his sleeve?
“Aubrey, baby,” Dev says.
Like a good angel, she lifts her chin, bats her lashes. “Yes, sir?”
He cups her ear and whispers something I can’t hear.
When he steps back, she wriggles off me. Standing and striding to the bed with the confidence of a club dancer, she sinks down on the mattress on her side, like a supermodel posing, before she shifts to lie flat on her stomach.
She’s giving me a perfect view of the back of all that lingerie that we bought her.
“Now, tug those panties down just a tidge,” Dev says, his dirty smile indicating that he’s having a blast with his instructions.
I swallow roughly, my throat dry as a desert, my dick hard as a statue.
Aubrey pushes her panties lower, exposing the crack of her ass before she stops. “This good?”
I hiss in a breath.
“A little lower,” Dev urges.
Like a helpful good girl, she pushes them down more till they hit the bottom of her cheeks. She smiles up at him, eager to please. “Like this?”
He leans in and presses a kiss to her face. “So good.” With the scene set, he turns and meets my gaze. “Want a taste?”
I stare at the scene unfolding on the big bed. Dev standing with his tumbler of bourbon, holding it a few feet above Aubrey. Then trickling it onto her ass.
“Oh!” She wiggles as the amber liquid hits her skin. In seconds, I’m there, pulling down the panties way past her ass cheeks and lapping up every last drop.
I keep going. I pull the lace down her thighs, bringing it to the tops of her stockings. With her gorgeous ass exposed, I wrap my hands around her front and jerk her up. “A little higher,” I mumble against her soft flesh.
She moves under me, raising her ass, and yes, fucking yes. I can’t resist. I lick a long, hungry line down. She told us in the restaurant that she wanted ass play tonight. We bought her toys and lingerie, and we’re ready to introduce her to some starter fun.
But first, I need this unplanned moment.
I press a kiss to her ass, and I go up in fucking flames. A wildfire ignites in my body, blazing out of control. As I splay my hands across her belly, she angles her ass up in the air, her body telling me how much she likes it.
Her noises, too, as she moans, “Oh my god, so good, so good.”
Yeah, it’s so fucking good that I might spend the whole night here. But there’s so much more of her to explore so I find the willpower to tear myself away from the goodness.
I lift my hand and bring my palm down hard on all that sweet flesh. She yelps. I slide a hand between her thighs, where she’s slick and wonderful to touch.
On a groan, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick off her taste as I stand. Get my bearings. Try to blink off the fog of lust.
I spot Dev already turning on a toy, grabbing the lube.
Good. I need a moment to recover. “Get her ready, but leave the shoes on,” I instruct, then I head to the bathroom, but not before I toss one more glance behind me at the scene.
Aubrey looks sex drunk, spread out on the bed, hair fanned out, cheeks flushed, panties twisted by her knees.
She’s about to get introduced to the first step in the double fucking she wants really, really soon.