Page 122 of Tease Me

With my hands above my head, I clapped out the funky beat as Corben stepped from side to side with a cheeky grinon his face. I sang the lyrics loud, knowingfull wellthat nobody could hear me. I had all the moves and felt so good showing them off. Stepping forward, I glided my hands down Corben’s chest, treating him as a dance pole. He rolled his head back and laughed, confirming that I’d just passed his second test.

Many people glanced at Corben—women, mostly. Why wouldn’t they? He was the hottest man in the club. And he was all mine. My hands had a mind of their own and groped his bountiful muscles as I gyrated to the rhythm. It was so much fun, and I couldn’t stop laughing as I broke out all my funky moves.

When the song finished, Corben led me back to our table. As I sat, hewent backto the bar and returned moments later with two almost-black drinks in martini glasses.The top of the drink was a thick froth, andnestled in the middle werea couple of coffee beans.

“Oooh, what’s this?”

He leaned into my ear. “Espresso martini.”

“Yummy,” I said, even though I’d never had onebefore. I sipped, and to my delight, it wasstrongyet delicious.

A couple of songs later, I finished my martini and dragged Corben to the dance floor again. He’d loosened upa bit, and it was his turn to shake out a few moves. We were in sync, taking the groovy beat to awholenew level. After a couple of songs, he led me back to the table, and this time, when he returned from the bar, he had a couple of shot glasses, a saltshaker, and two lime wedges.

“Oooh, what are these?”

He frowned. “Tequila. Haven’t you had it before?”

“No.”

He laughed and leaned in. “Follow what I do.”

“Okay.”

He rubbed the lime on the back of his hand near his thumb and sprinkled the salt on the wet spot. Then he held the lime wedge in the salted hand and the shot glass in the other. Corben raised his hand to his mouth, and in atrulyerotic display, he glided his tongue over the salt, then tossed the drink into his mouth and bit into the lime. He slammed his glass onto the table andtossedthe lime skin into it, signifying the end of the ritual.

Rubbing my hands together, I was eager to give this a try. Corben’s eyes dazzled in the flashing lights as he watched me apply the salt. Then, I put the lime wedge in one hand and picked up the shot glass. He wriggled his eyebrows, and I made a show of curling my tongue over the back of my hand, then I tossed the clear liquid into my throat and gasped at the potent onslaught. I shuddered as the fiery liquid coursed through my body.

“Quick, suck the lime,” Corben yelled, and I bit into the citrus, grateful to eradicate the tequila taste.

I stuck my tongue out. “Oh God, that was terrible.”

He put his arm around me, pulled me in for a hug, and kissed my forehead. “You’ll get used to it.”

I could easily get used to him caressing me in public like this.

The nightcarriedon like that. We danced to several songs, and he entertained me with a different-colored drink each time he returned from the bar. I lost all track of time, and it waswonderfulto be out celebrating the nightlife with Mr. Universe. But my pussy soon commanded attention, and with each drink I consumed, I groped him more, becoming increasingly adventurous each time.

Eager to taste my hunky spunk, I slid off my stool, sidled up beside him, wrapped my arms around his thick neck, and planted my lips on his. At my probing tongue, he opened his lips, and as our tongues danced together, I glided one hand over his thigh and between his legs.

He laughed as he pulled back. “All right, lady, it’s time I took you home.”

I wriggled my eyebrows and glided my finger from his left nipple to his right. “Okey-dokey.”

It seemed like only seconds before we were in a cab. Somehow, we got out of the taxi and magically appeared in the elevator at the Hot Horizon Hotel. I shoved Corben back against the wall, forced my tongue into his mouth, and drove the palm of my hand over his groin. My pussy pulsed as if still moving to the nightclub beat. I stepped back and yanked my shirt apart, sending buttons flying.

Corben’s jaw dropped, and wanting to capitalize on the shock factor, I handed him my tote and yanked my top off. As his eyes bulged and his smile broadened, I reached behind my back, unclipped my bra, and swung it around in my hand. Tossing it onto the floor, I clutched Corben’s shoulders, jumped into his arms, and wrapped my legs around him.

Our mouths were locked together as the elevator dinged open, and he carried me to his room. Once inside, he had my back against the wall and his hand around my breast, squeezing and twisting my nipple until it hurt.

I gasped and pulled back. “Owwweee.”

“Sorry, babe.”

Babe! Okay, he’s forgiven.

I slipped off his hips, dropped to my knees, and fumbled with the zipper of his jeans to remove the beast I knew was there. In a flash, his pants were around his ankles, and his cock was in my mouth. Damn, he tasted so good. I glided my tongue around and around the head of his cock and drew that long, fabulous length into my throat.

Corben drove his fingers through my hair, and as I remained still, I allowed him to drive his cock in and out of my mouth. I groaned, and he moaned as his erection grew evengreater. He stepped back and pulled me upright, and the next second, he tossed me onto the bed. His hands were on my feet, and as the room spun around in warped circles, he removed my stilettos.

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