Page 91 of Thoroughly Pucked
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 anohhhh.
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.