Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
THE BOOTS STAY ON.
Blair
I don’t know who this version of me is, but no part of me cares. Because the way Griffin has been looking at me tonight—even if he was scowling before—has me needing to release some of this built-up tension in my body.
It doesn’t help that he’s standing in front of me, shirtless, and telling me it’s his turn for a taste with my chin in his hands.
I want him to touch me more than this, though.
Even if it doesn’t bring me to a release, I know that when I get home, this whole thing will be the center of that fantasy while my vibrator gets some serious use.
“You want me to take this off?” I gesture to my dress.
He nods, releasing his hold on my chin. I take a step back, watching him as his eyes track my every move. I turn around, brushing my hair to the side as I look over my shoulder, silently begging him to undo the zipper for me. His throat bobs and my body shivers with desire as he reaches for the zipper with one hand. His knuckles brushing my skin only intensifies the buzz coursing through my body.
And it’s not from the alcohol.
It’s all him .
Turning to face him again, I notice his grip harden on the whiskey bottle still in his hand. White knuckling the neck of the bottle while I let the dress fall to the floor beside me. I’m not wearing a bra under this outfit, so the feel of his eyes on me and the chill in my body causes my nipples to harden under the weight of it all. My heart thunders in my chest with anticipation for what’s about to happen.
“On the bar,” he orders, gesturing to the spot behind me.
I take a step back, hiking myself up until I’m in a seated position. He takes slow steps in my direction, his attention fixed on my exposed legs. I feel goosebumps trail over the top of the skin the longer he keeps looking.
He runs the bottom of the bottle from my knees up to my thigh until he reaches the apex of them. It’s so light that it does nothing to stop the pleasure forming inside of me, forcing me to clench my legs together. The wetness I feel in my panties is proof that this is turning me on even more than before.
“Now lie down,” he says.
I lower my upper body down and bring my legs up until I’m laid across the bar for him.
His bar .
The thought makes me smile, and I can’t help it.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Griffin says. “On top of my bar, with the front doors unlocked for anyone to come back at any moment and see you like this.”
“The thought crossed my mind,” I answer honestly.
He growls, stepping closer to me before angling the whiskey over my chest, letting it pool between my breasts before he pours some in the middle of my stomach around my belly button.
The cold liquid causes my back to arch slightly off the bar top, but his opposite hand presses me back down.
Jesus, that was insanely hot.
I watch him as he twists his baseball cap to the back of his head.
That move alone could send me straight to orgasmville .
He doesn’t say anything as he lowers his head to the lower part of my stomach, letting his tongue trail from the hem of my panties to my naval where he licks the whiskey clear off me. His eyes close and I swear I hear a moan come out of him. He doesn’t remove his mouth from me but continues to trail his tongue until he reaches the lower part of my chest. He pauses and opens his eyes while looking up at me, just before he glides his mouth between my breasts to drink the whiskey right off of my skin.
I suck in a gasp, and my nipples harden even more while I fight the urge to dip my hand inside my shorts and touch myself.
He lifts himself up, but just enough so that I can still feel his breath against my skin. “You’re right. Whiskey tastes better this way.”
He picks up the bottle again and pours, this time pooling it only between my breasts. Placing the bottle down, he lowers himself to the whiskey he just poured before letting his tongue make its way to my nipple.
The contact makes me cry out. “Griffin.”
His mouth covers the hardened bud, sucking on it before releasing it and repeating the move on the other side. This time, he reaches across my chest to cup my breast. His hand covers it entirely and squeezes, but it feels so good right now.
My thighs clench together with desperate need.
A rush of pleasure courses through me—one I’ve never felt in my life. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, but never have I come with a man like Griffin playing with my nipples.
I refuse to come from just him licking whiskey off my skin and playing with my nipples. How embarrassing would that be?
But Griffin notices my thighs moving ever so slightly in his peripheral.
He releases my nipple from his mouth and his hand from my body before lifting me up into a seated position. He nudges my knees apart with his hips as he steps into me, placing a large palm on my thigh and the other on the bar beside me. He’s so close that I can feel his labored breaths against my mouth as if he’s going to give in and kiss me.
I want him so badly that I can barely breathe.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, keeping his voice barely above a whisper. But his whisper is deep and raspy, enough to drive me over the edge of insanity.
I shake my head, not ready to speak aloud all the things I want him to do to me.
Just when I think he’s going to step away from me, he turns his head and leans down, bringing his lips to my collarbone, pressing them to my skin before trailing his way up to my ear. My back arches at the delicate way his lips touch me. My hands grip the edge of the bar on each side of my thighs.
“You’re aching to be touched,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “Your body is begging for a release, and you’re so turned on right now you can’t even think straight.” He pulls away, staring at me as he waits for a response.
My lips part, and I’m at a loss for words.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he continues.
“You’re not wrong,” I answer quickly and more out of breath than I was before. “You're way too hot for your own good, Angry Cowboy.”
He reaches between us, fingers grazing my stomach as he plays with the hem of my panties. I rest my arms back on the bar top, silently telling him to have his way with me.
I cannot believe this is really happening right now.
Who the hell do I think I am being this bold out in the open like this?
“The boots stay on,” he tells me, brushing his fingers delicately from the shaft of the boot, along the inner part of my leg until he reaches just outside of my panty line. “Now spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
I do as he says and instantly feel vulnerable because I know there’s a spot on my panties drenched in my arousal from him touching me .
It’s been there half the night from the way he was looking at me.
Never did I think moving here would lead to something like this.
Moving to a small town, meeting a man like Griffin, and being practically naked on top of his bar.
But here I am, and, dammit, do I want this.
“I knew you wanted this,” he says, admiring me open in front of him. “Your pussy is soaked for me already.”
My head falls back, and I fight to keep my legs open for him, craving friction even more than before at the way he looks feral for me. I know that a man like him who works as hard as he does knows what to do with those hands.
He places one hand on my thigh, inches from the most sensitive parts of my body, and I lift my head back up to watch him. He reaches over to grab the neck of the whiskey bottle before lowering himself behind the bar. He hooks a finger into the side of my panties, moving them to the side, which only makes me open up wider for him.
My eyes never leave his as he lifts the bottle to his mouth, taking a long pull before lowering himself between my legs. His lips connect with my pussy and everything around me blurs. I fall back on my hands, gripping the other side of the bar while electric shocks fly through every part of me.
The cold of the liquid, mixed with the warmth of his tongue, forces me to release a long, drawn-out moan. “Mmm.”
My hands tighten their hold on the edge of the bar as he opens his mouth, taking my clit between his teeth before flicking his tongue up and down. Fireworks explode through me, and I nearly lose it already.
“Griffin, you’re going to make me come,” I pant.
He releases his hold on me for just a moment. “That’s the fucking goal,” he rasps. His hot, rapid breaths do nothing to ease the buildup .
His deep voice, mixed with the way he’s back to devouring me, licking and sucking like his life depends on this right now.
It all sends me right over the edge.
“Griffin, oh god.” I’m barely able to get the words out through my moans. “I’m coming. Jesus. I’m coming.”
My orgasm rocks me like an earthquake. My legs tremble around him and before I know it, I see stars. I don’t think I’ve ever seen stars or had it hit me this hard before. In all the years I was married, it’s never felt like this.
He doesn’t let up and doesn’t slow down.
Riding out my orgasm, sucking every drop of pleasure from me he can as if I’m his last meal on earth.
Griffin Barlow can devour me any day if this is what it feels like.
As soon as I come down from my high, he unhooks my panty from his hand, lifting to stand before me. Bringing himself eye level with me, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. My eyes track his tongue before looking back at him. Stormy blue eyes boring into mine.
“Now, that …tasted better than any drink in this bar.”
Then he turns around and grabs his flannel off the ground before making his way back into the kitchen.
I sit there, shocked and exposed.
I’m practically naked out here alone.
But I’m not mad.
He has to come back out here to take me home.
I’m actually partially thankful he left me here alone to think about the hottest thing that I’ve ever experienced in my life. I really wouldn’t be mad if that happened again.
But also…that didn’t even get a smile out of him.