Body Shots

by Amber Skyze

  She hadn’t fixed her skirt, leaving her pussy still exposed and ripe for the taking.

  “How about something in the hard form?” His cock pulsed and grew harder just thinking about being inside her again.

  “I…I think you might be on to—“

  He eased her legs apart.

  She moaned.

  He knelt in front of her.

  The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. A scent so familiar. One he had longed for.

  “Hand me the bottle of tequila please and the shot glass.” He didn’t look up at her, instead his eyes feasted on her swollen pussy lips and the swollen nub waiting—no begging—for him to suck it.

  She handed him the bottle along with the shot glass, no questions asked.

  He felt her eyes watching him as he poured more liquid into the shot glass. He dipped his finger into the glass, pulled it out and wiped it across her clit.

  She flinched.

  “Does it hurt?” He searched her face for any signs of pain.

  “No. It’s cold yet hot and burning but in a good way.”

  He blew lightly on her clit.

  She shuddered.

  He spread her lips open. Moving closer his tongue darted out, flicking the nub, the taste of tequila tingling on his tongue.

  For Reed there was nothing more erotic then covering a woman’s body with tequila and licking every last drop off. He tried ignoring his throbbing cock. He didn’t want to rush into her again, not just yet. He had to taste her, to feast on her luscious honey. Then he would fuck her over and over until she was begging for mercy.

  Lifting her foot, he kissed her muscled calf. He kissed his way up to her knee where he lingered. Her body quaked when his lips caressed the back of her knee. Still ticklish. He smiled remembering her pleasure spots. At one time he knew every inch of her body as if it were his own. He spent many nights caressing her feet, her breasts and kissing those hidden spots that turned her on so much.

  Until that damned accident.

  He shook the memories from his mind. There would be time for discussing the accident later, now he was a man on a mission and that was bringing Sierra to another mind-numbing orgasm.

  He dipped his finger into the liquid then glided it into her wet folds. Sliding his finger in and out he covered her labia with the heady liquor.

  His tongue pressed against the inside of her thigh.

  “Salt,” he requested.

  She obliged and he sprinkled her thigh lightly.

  “Lemon.”

  “Where could you possibly put that?” Her voice was indignant.

  “Oh you’d be surprised at the places you can fit a lemon wedge.” He held out his hand, giving her a wink.

  Her eyes flashed uncertainty as she handed him a wedge.

  “Trust me, you’ll enjoy this.”

  She leaned against the back of the stool. “If you say so.”

  Was she doubting him? Reed loved nothing more than a challenge. He would show her just how much fun body shots could be.

  The lemon fit nicely in the folds of her vagina. He still had perfect access to her clit. The magic button he would play with bringing her all sorts of excitement.

  Once again he dosed her nub with tequila.

  Licking the salt off her thigh, he pulled her clit between his teeth, flicking the nub with the salt. The mixture of salt and tequila invaded his mouth.

  “Oh! My! God!” she cried.

  Satisfaction filled him as he continued his assault on her clit. Her hands grabbed a hold of his hair and she pushed his head closer, demanding more.

  He didn’t disappoint. He sucked harder as her cries grew louder.

  She was nearing a climax. He slid his finger into her waiting pussy. Slipping past the lemon, which he would use shortly, he finger-fucked her while lapping her clit. Her hands raked his hair, her legs enveloped his body.

  One digit became two, the lemon wedge fell out. Reed no longer cared about the wedge. The only thing that mattered was bringing her to sweet orgasms, one after the other.

  He didn’t have to wait long until he felt the walls of her channel contracting against his fingers. Her breathing grew heavy and her moans more intense.

  A few flicks of his tongue as he continued sucking and she was racing headfirst into orgasm. Her body shuddered against his fingers and mouth.

  “Holy shit!” she howled.

  “Now that’s how a body shot is done,” he said, resting on the backs of his heels, a wicked grin on his face.

  Over and over she felt her pussy contracting, as multiple waves of orgasm rode through her, like a stampede of horses, trampling her body. That was the most delightful orgasm she’d ever experienced. He rocked her world. She couldn’t argue, he knew his way around a body shot.

  When she finally caught her breath she leaned forward and dragged him into a lazy kiss. She tasted the mixture of tequila and her juices on his lips. It tasted right. He was right, body shots were better than she’d ever dreamed.

  Their tongues danced playfully as they explored the other’s mouth. Her body was overheated she wanted to feel him inside her again. How could that be? He’d already filled her, then the orgasm he’d given her with his tongue. How could she possible be ready for more? But she was. She couldn’t get enough of him.

  She released his mouth. “Fuck me again, Reed.”

  Standing, he reached deep into his pocket pulling out a string of condoms.

  “You’ve come very prepared.” She smiled.

  “Never leave home without them.”

  She snatched them from his hand and ripped one off with her teeth. “May I do the honors?”

  He let out a low whistle. “Absolutely.”

  Wow. Who was this woman offering to sheath him? This wasn’t like her, the shy timid Sierra. She was acting like a wanton woman but she liked taking what she wanted and the way he made her feel. She wanted to get to know this part of herself better.

  Sierra shimmied off the barstool, pulling her skirt back into place.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.”

  “What’s the matter big boy?” she asked, hooking her fingers through his pant loops and dragging them down. “Afraid of the big bad wolf?”

  “Not at all. I welcome her,” he growled, as her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking softly.

  “Do you welcome this?” she asked, before swiping her tongue over the tip of his penis.

  “Shit.”

  “And how about this?” She took the head of his cock in her mouth, gently sucking.

  “You’re killing me, Sierra,” he muttered.

  She removed her mouth. “Maybe I should stop. Wouldn’t want a dead body in my bar.”

  “No, please. Don’t stop.”

  She wrapped her lips around him, dragging her tongue down the length of him. She cupped his sac, kneading his balls gently.

  “God that feels so fucking good. Your mouth is hot.”

  No need for words. She responded by taking him fully in her mouth. Every last inch, until the tip of his head touched the back of her throat. Then slowly she worked her way back, rolling her tongue along the deep throbbing vein.

  She balanced herself by holding on to his muscular leg. She’d missed him more than she ever expected. The taste of him in her mouth was more than she could handle. She wanted to bring him to full climax like she had so many other times so long ago.

  Thoughts of days when they were carefree and happy haunted her. Days when they would lay on a blanket near the ocean talking for hours, or out riding the Jet Skis, even long walks in the park. This was the man she had loved all her life, the man she was meant to be with, yet she couldn’t. Instead she could offer him one night. One night of sex. A night neither would forget.

  His fingers massaged her head as she continued lapping at his long, hard penis. He moved his hips creating an easy tempo, rocking in and out of her mouth. She felt him growing rigid, a sign he was nearing climax.

  The condom long forgotten, she
reveled in the taste of his pre-cum covering her tongue as it licked along the slit of his head.

  “Sierra,” he groaned.

  Yes, she knew. Fisting his penis she bobbed her head up and down, with a renewed sense of urgency. Her lips met her hand, moving in sync. His cock began rippling under her touch as it started to erupt.

  He roared out a string of obscenities as he poured his semen into her mouth. She sucked every last drop, swallowing his love.

  “Fuck. I can’t remember ever feeling so good in all my life,” he said, lifting her to a standing position. “You amaze me. I’m so glad I found you again.”

  She fell into his welcoming arms, cherishing this time together and knowing she pleased him beyond belief. The pounding of his heart lulled her making her feel safe, secure. Was it possible? Could she have the life she dreamed about with Reed? Could she have her fairy tale ending?

  “Me too, Reed.” Her honesty rocked her to the core. She was genuinely happy Reed had walked back into her life. It was a part of her that was missing for a long time.

  “We need to talk about the accident.”

  Chapter Three

  She went stiff in his arms. Why was she so against talking about the accident?

  He released his hold on her and stepped back. “Sierra, it’s the elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about but the fact of the matter is, we were in a horrific car accident together. Both of us have scars,” he said, tracing his finger along the faded scar on her cheek. “We’ve never talked about what happened. We need our closure on this.”

  She turned away from him, leaving him standing alone and frustrated. She was clamming up on him. Damn her! He wasn’t going to let her walk away this time, to ignore the fact that something terrible had happened.

  Fuck he felt responsible for her scar. He lived with the fact that he drove the car that disfigured her face on that horrible fateful day. And her turning her back on him only proved she felt the same way. She blamed him too.

  “I’m sorry for scarring you. I’ve never gotten over how much I hurt you. You have to believe I never meant for you to be harmed.” He pulled his pants up as he spoke. It was like talking to a wall. She kept her back to him.

  “Can’t you at least look at me? Scream at me if it makes you feel better. Tell me I’m a monster and I ruined your life. Anything, Sierra. Just don’t ignore me.” He moved closer and touched her arm lightly.

  She cringed and turned on him with a vengeance.

  “I’ve suffered for many years with my scars, Reed. I don’t blame you. I blame the asshole who hit us. It’s not your fault. We were at a stoplight for Christ’s sake. How would you know the idiot barreling up behind us would lose control of his brakes?”

  “I—”

  “Exactly,” she said, venom seeping from each word but not for him. “You wouldn’t. You’re not the cause of this scar. Or these,” she said, lifting her shirt.

  He gasped.

  Sierra quickly turned away from him, sobs racking her body.

  “Sierra, I had no idea.” Reed tried to gather her in his arms.

  “Don’t fucking touch me,” she screamed, pushing out of his embrace. “I don’t want your sympathy. I didn’t want it then and I certainly don’t need it now.”

  “I don’t understand. Of course I sympathize with you. I was there. I dealt with the severity of the accident. I just hadn’t realized how much scarring it left you with.”

  “Well now you know and you can leave.”

  “Leave? Why would I leave?” He stepped closer and she moved further away.

  “I don’t want you hanging around just because you feel like you owe it to me. To ease the guilt you feel over what happened. You weren’t the cause of the accident. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. So take your guilt somewhere else. I don’t need it.”

  “I’m not leaving. This is ridiculous.”

  Banging on the front door startled them both.

  “Who is it?” Sierra called out.

  “Sheriff McCoy. Open the door.”

  She looked at Reed questioningly.

  He shrugged. “Damn if I know what he wants.”

  He watched as she wiped away her tears, trying to conceal the hurt she felt. She unbolted the lock and opened the door, allowing the sheriff and another officer to enter the bar.

  “Sorry to bother you ma’am but I’m here about an assault that took place earlier.”

  Reed stepped up behind Sierra, offering her support. She was in no way ready to answer the questions the sheriff had for her. And honestly she’d barely witnessed what took place.

  “Yes, Sheriff. I’m the bouncer who took care of the incident in question. I’m Reed Walker.”

  “Well, Mr. Walker, you’re under arrest.”

  “What?” Sierra and Reed said in unison.

  “You’re under arrest for the assault of Johnny McCoy. You have the right to remain silent…”

  Reed tried to argue while the other officer cuffed him. The sheriff continued reading him his rights.

  He looked at Sierra helplessly.

  “Take him to the office and book him for aggravated assault,” the sheriff said.

  “Sheriff this is all a misunderstanding,” Sierra offered.

  “What the fuck do you mean aggravated assault?” Reed protested.

  “Resisting arrest?” the sheriff asked, crowding Reed’s face.

  “No.” What the fuck was going on? Was this some kind of joke? He was trying to stop a situation from getting out of hand and this is how he’s repaid, by being arrested for assault charges? Fucking great.

  “Sheriff McCoy, I think there’s been some kind of mistake. Reed didn’t assault anyone. He was preventing a raucous from going too far.”

  “I’m sorry about barging in here in the middle of the night, ma’am but we’re taking your friend here down to the station. If you want to bail him out that’s your business.”

  “No Sierra!” he demanded. “I’ll be fine. Do not come bail me out.”

  Reed shook his head disgustedly. No sense in getting her involved in this stupid situation. He was sure once they got to the station and heard his side of the story it would all be cleared up.

  They dragged him out to the waiting car and threw him into the backseat. He wanted to threaten them with an assault charge but knew he was better off if he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t need to add any other charges in case this one stuck. As the police cruiser pulled away he spied Sierra staring out the window at him. He cursed himself for the sadness that filled her eyes. There was so much more to say but that opportunity was over. Thanks to some smart-ass punk he was being carted off to jail.

  Unfuckingbelieveable.

  * * * * *

  Sierra paced the length of the bar wondering what had just happened? First they were in a heated discussion over the accident and then next thing she knew the police were here dragging him off to jail. She knew there was the possibility that Sheriff McCoy would be pissed about his son being thrown out of Crimson Nights but she thought his anger would be geared toward her, not Reed. He was only trying to help her and now he was in trouble. She had to go to the station. She had to bail him out. It was the right thing to do seeing as how he saved her bar from becoming ransacked. Yes, she had to bail Reed out, even if he told her no.

  Locking the doors she headed to her car and drove in the direction of the station. With any luck she would have him out within the hour. God, she prayed Sheriff McCoy would come to his senses.

  Getting Reed released wasn’t as easy as she expected. It seemed the sheriff wanted to hold him for questioning in another incident. Sierra knew this was personal. There wasn’t another incident. Just someone who stood up to his son. Someone who didn’t care that he was the sheriff’s son. Someone not afraid of the repercussions from throwing Johnny’s sorry ass out on the street. Honestly, Sierra was happy Reed had been there and threw him out. Johnny could be quite the troublemaker when he wanted. Always getting dru
nk and belligerent. Something she didn’t need in her bar. For the most part Crimson Nights was a small quiet bar, where people came to listen to good music, dance, hang out with their friends. It was a relaxing atmosphere. Except when Johnny and his friends came around. He constantly leered at her and frankly it gave her the creeps. But she ignored it because of who he was. Everyone knew if you messed with Johnny you’d be on the sheriff’s shit list.

  Besides she knew what Johnny was capable of and Sierra didn’t do rowdy or fights. She left that for the other bars in the area. Johnny was the exception. She hadn’t had the guts to kick him out. She allowed him to do what he pleased for the most part, afraid the sheriff would pull her liquor license if she screwed with his son. And the sheriff proved her point. He would screw with you if you messed with his son. Luckily, he hadn’t sought revenge on her but she didn’t feel good about him going after Reed.

  Reed was the most honest-to-goodness man you could ever meet. He wouldn’t cause anyone harm, he protected his own. But she wasn’t his. As much as she wished she could be, she wasn’t and couldn’t.

  “Ms. Allen?”

  Sierra looked up to see a young officer looking at her questioningly.

  “Yes.”

  “They’re ready to release Mr. Walker.”

  “Oh, thank you.” She stood and shook the officer’s hand.

  “You can meet him right down the hall.” He pointed to where she should meet Reed.

  “Thank you again.” She hurried down the hall to find Reed. She didn’t want to spend another minute in this place.

  They were uncuffing him when she walked into the room. He was agitated, she could tell by the way green specks flared in his brown eyes. But he remained silent.

  “Ready?” she asked.

  “Most definitely.” He turned to the officer who released his handcuffs. “I’m still free to go, right?”

  “Yes but don’t leave town.”

  “Not likely to.”

  Sierra wondered how he was going to stay in town. He didn’t live in her small town. It was a fluke he was here in the first place. He lived two towns over. He had to leave to get home.