Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off

by Cara North

  "Well, you got the right floor, buddy.” A man entered with a woman smiling happily on his arm. “Go on. They're only here another hour, or you'll have to go find a place out in town."

  Jack tried to straighten himself out. “What the hell are you talking about?"

  "Go on, see for yourself.” The guy winked.

  Jack stepped out of the elevator with her right behind him. As he reached back to hold her hand, she grabbed his arm and moved closer. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, even hear it in her ears as they faced the Floating Chapel.

  "Welcome, two forms of ID and a room number are all you need, folks. Come right on in.” A tall man, with a decent comb over, dressed in a tuxedo, bowed and directed them toward the room straight ahead. A flowing silk banner hung over the entrance announcing the Floating Chapel.

  "This can't be real.” Jack shook his head and looked at her. She was biting her lower lip, hoping he did not see the gleam in her eye. This was perfect. Absolutely perfect!

  "Then, what's the harm in it?” Bethany took two steps forward then stalled as Jack did not move. She did not know him from Adam, but she knew, in general, men did not like to be challenged. “Chicken?"

  "Alright, little woman. You want to get married, let's go do it.” It worked. Jack headed through the doors with a sense of purpose.

  Bethany almost stumbled as he took long strides through the entrance tugging her along behind him. A heavyset woman eyed them, smiled, and then called out, “Last one."

  Chapter 2

  "I do,” Bethany said with an air of certainty.

  Jack listened as the man pronounced them man and wife. For a sham, he felt pretty touched by it all. He didn't want to feel moved by the ceremony it just sorta happened. One minute he was sitting at the bar trying to figure out how to convince a woman to marry him, the next he was standing here with this outrageous brunette saying I do. He knew exactly who her daddy was. That was an unexpected bonus. It guaranteed she would not want or need his money. All he had to do now was convince her to come to Montana for three months. He did not want to lie to her, but he would if he had to.

  "You may kiss the bride,” the minister said.

  Jack looked into her soft, green eyes. She really was a pretty little thing, except she was not exactly little. Bethany was about the most voluptuous woman he knew. His tastes tended toward the tall, blonde, leggy type. However, as soon as he held her on the dance floor, something clicked, and he had to have her. He leaned over and kissed her with a tenderness he did not know he possessed.

  And it lingered. She had the softest lips he had ever kissed, and he had kissed a lot of lips.

  The minister cleared his throat, and they abruptly parted.

  "If you'll step into the next room, Jo-Lee will give you the papers.” He pulled his collar and cracked his neck. “I'm beat, folks. One hundred of these a night is a lot of ceremony."

  Jack blinked twice at the man then followed Bethany's lead into the next room. The same heavyset woman was behind the makeshift counter, and she handed over their ID's. Jack signed a paper billing the whole thing to his room.

  "Champagne and strawberries should be there when you get there. Congratulations,” Jo-Lee said with a smile.

  "Did you hear that? Champagne and strawberries, too bad it's not a box of condoms,” Bethany teased.

  "Here.” Jo-lee sat a large box of condoms on the counter. “Must be your first time."

  Jack looked at Bethany who stared in shock.

  "Thanks.” Jack grabbed the box and nodded. “Come on, wife."

  "Wife?” Bethany stopped short.

  "Ink's not even dry on the paper and already we're in a domestic spat,” he leaned close to her ear and whispered. As Bethany sank against him, he nipped her earlobe. The woman had no idea what effect she was having on him. “Come on, sweetheart, I was just teasing. I won't call you wife."

  "But I am your wife.” She spoke softly. “And I want to be teased, just not like that."

  He straightened, looked down at her. Those green eyes danced with a need that mirrored his own lust. He swept his hat in a grand gesture and extended the arm with the box of condoms. “Lead the way, my lady."

  "Come on, Cowboy.” Bethany grabbed the box of condoms and headed to the elevator. She examined the box closely as they stepped in.

  "I know how to use them, trust me.” Jack snatched the box back as the elevator doors closed. She took offense he could tell. Her body language spoke volumes. Her cute button nose tilted up in the air, her shoulders pulled back, and her head lifted high. “I didn't mean to insult you."

  "You didn't,” she said too quickly.

  "You have done this before, right?” He caught a sudden chill up his spine and turned the box of condoms to read the back. It gave directions for how to use them as he suspected. What he did not suspect was that she did not already know how. “Right?"

  Bethany shrugged as a response. “A lady never tells."

  "Come here.” Jack reached for her and pulled her firmly against him. Looking down at her, he smiled a full smile. Bethany was soft, softer than any woman he had held before. Her heavy breasts teased at his chest and actually had give to them when he held her tight. They were hers all right, and he could not wait to see them in the flesh. “Tell me what you like and don't like, so I can be sure and get it right."

  "I like it all.” Bethany smiled right back. “What do you like?"

  "I like you,” he answered and swallowed hard. He did like her, and he liked her last admission best. Women had the most fickle ways about them when it came to sex. Jack enjoyed a variety of positions and to hear she did, too, just shifted him into overdrive.

  "Do you like me enough to make love to me until I pass out from the unyielding power of it all?” The little temptress stroked a hand over his heart.

  "Do you like me enough not to make me pass out before we get to the room?” He laughed. “Jesus. You're a firecracker, Mrs. Bethany Johnson."

  "You lit the fuse.” Bethany tiptoed up to kiss him. Using his chest for leverage, she held on and leaned in.

  He had to keep his cool. Bethany was testing his control and winning. He wanted to throw her up against the elevator wall again, only this time he wanted to release his dick and drive it into her until he heard her calling his name. Yes, he wanted to hear her calling out to him. Begging him for more as he made her scream out wave after wave of orgasm. Sex was definitely the key to keeping her around long enough to get his inheritance. She seemed to be an experienced woman who had no problem asking for what she wanted.

  Hell, at this point, she asked to come to the room, she dared him to marry her, and now she was kissing him in a manner, which communicated everything she needed. If he were a gambling man, he would swear he just hit the jackpot!

  * * * *

  Room 2212 was actually a suite with a huge bed and a great space. It reminded her of the room in Pretty Woman only smaller.

  Here she was in a hotel with a man she did not really know, about to have sex with him, but she was not a hooker, and he was not a millionaire.

  "Champagne and strawberries, just like they said.” She picked up a chocolate covered berry from the silver tray and bit into it.

  He grabbed the hand the berry was in and directed the next bite to his mouth. “Sweet,” he said. “But I bet you taste even better."

  She sucked in a breath as his hands moved to the buttons on her sweater and undid them one by one. Of course, in her mind, things would move slower, but her body kept urging her forward, faster. Jack was not interested in strawberries; he was interested in getting right down to business. She let out a shaky breath.

  "Relax,” he whispered then kissed her neck. “I'll be gentle."

  Her heart was racing like a horse in the Kentucky Derby, and he wanted her to relax? Bethany tried to exhale slowly, but it came out shaky, so she just blew out a short quick breath before sucking in the next. She tried to pull her abs tight as his hands undid the last bu
ttons. She had not been self-conscious about her weight before, but then again she had not been naked in front of a man either.

  Once he undid the last button, Jack pulled the soft sweater slowly down her arms and tossed it in a nearby chair. His hands grabbed her forearms, moved them high above her head, as he slid his callused hands over her smooth flesh and down her sides before yanking the top over her head.

  She gasped and immediately covered her stomach pushing her breasts together in the process. The cool air chilled her skin, and Jack's warmth heated her back.

  "Lord have mercy,” Jack said in a deep, hungry voice while he dipped a finger between her cleavage. “Those are beautiful."

  His erection now nuzzled the back of her ass, and Bethany tried to remember she was an experienced woman in his eyes, and experienced women did not hide their bodies, no matter what size they were. Did they?

  Her hands moved from her stomach to his thighs. She hoped he could not feel them trembling with nerves. If he did, maybe he would think she was trembling with need. He rocked into her backside again and traced the cup of her bra up to the shoulder straps then pulled at them. Yes, she decided as she noticed his fingers tremble as they tugged on the straps. Her nervousness would be hidden by the overwhelming need. “You're making me move faster than I wanted to, sweetheart."

  "How so?” Bethany smiled at the fact she had been able to make him move with any urgency, especially in this arena where she was often overlooked. The cool air seemed to disappear as her body warmed to his touch. Resting her head against his shoulder, she was enjoying his fingers along her cleavage. The feel of his muscular thighs through his jeans was definitely a treat. Her entire body seemed ready to submit to his touches. Her lungs inhaled his scent as her ears tuned to his breathing.

  "I want to take this bra off, rip that skirt, and plunge myself so far inside you, you won't know where I end and you begin,” Jack whispered in her ear then sucked on the lobe. Bethany was glad she had forgone the earrings. The man would have swallowed one by now.

  "So, then do it.” In a bold move, she slid her hands up and cupped his erection through his jeans. She was shocked at how big he actually was. He must not have been fully hard before because he was impressively so now. Certainly, he was much bigger than the small vibrator she had tried out.

  Jack struggled with the small button on the skirt. He cursed and stepped back. “Get that thing off before I loose all decency and tear you out of it."

  She easily unzipped the skirt and let it fall past her shapely hips to the floor. She took a deep breath for courage and turned to face him. He had already removed his shirt and was pulling down his jeans. Her mouth hung open at the sight of his naked form.

  "Wow.” She cleared her throat. “You must work out a lot."

  Smiling, he stepped toward her. His broad, tan shoulders and washboard abs moved and rippled with each step. His legs were long, tan, and lean. A light dusting of hair covered his chest and narrowed down his stomach leading to the thicker patch of hair surrounding what could only be the biggest erection she had ever seen. Jack was porn star quality, and film was the best reference she had.

  "You still have clothes on,” he said in a husky voice. His lids seemed heavy, and his chest flushed with color.

  Bethany had completely forgotten about her own body at the sight of his. He reached around her back and unsnapped the bra. Without the support, her breasts dropped a little, and she could breathe easier. He went straight to his knee and hooked his thumbs in her white cotton panties with little yellow ducks on them. Immediately, she felt mortified, but when she put them on this morning, she thought they were cute. Now, she felt childish.

  "Cute duckies.” Jack stripped the panties down her legs and left them at her ankles. He started to get up but instead pressed his nose into her warm inviting sex for a long inhale. The neatly groomed triangle of curls tickled his nose. The scent of her arousal stirred on the air. One lick was all he got. Her legs began to quiver. She needed him inside her as much as she needed her next breath. “How do you want it?"

  Unable to speak, she opened and shut her mouth without saying anything.

  "Here's fine with me, too.” Jack snatched the box of condoms off the tray next to the strawberries, pulled one out, and rolled it on. All the while, he watched her extreme fascination at the process; it was as if he understood how mesmerized she was by his cock. “I love the way you look at my cock, Bethany."

  "How do I look at it?” She tore her eyes away from his erection to look at his face again. Jack moved close and hugged her. Slowly, he began urging her to the floor.

  "Like it's the only one you've ever seen. Like you could spend hours, maybe even days exploring it. Hell, like it's amazing.” He chuckled. After a deep breath, he grew more serious. “Like you want me."

  "I do want you.” Bethany lost the last word to his lips. He began kissing her slow and deep, making love to her mouth and relaxing her entire body to his touch. His hand gently urged her legs apart, and then his fingers began exploring her. The most she had done with Douglas was kiss and a little over the clothes petting. The feel of Jack's fingers on her naked skin, inside her most private place was overwhelming. So many thoughts raced through her mind, but her body was reacting to his touch, and it wanted more.

  "You really do. You're already wet and warm and ready.” Jack parted the lips to her sex and settled between her legs.

  Bethany felt the broad head of his cock at her opening. How he was going to get it in was a mystery. Yes, she wanted him, and yes, she had been gushing since the dance floor. Her panties were soaked, and she knew her sex was still weeping for him. Nevertheless, he was bigger than she expected, and she fought to hide her fear.

  Jack started kissing her again. Slowly his tongue pressed in, and then his cock made the same motion to her virginal flesh. Bethany gripped his back and took a deep breath.

  Pulling back for air, he ground out, “Damn you're tight."

  "Jack,” Bethany pleaded. She did not want him looking at her right now. He must have taken her plea for impatience because he pushed himself all the way in with one thrust. His knees gave out. She heard them hit the carpet.

  "Bethany?” He struggled for breath. He knew it the instant he felt it, but there was nothing he could do by then.

  She just hoped he was not mad that she didn't tell him. She fully intended to deny it anyways. Fighting tears, she forced a smile and kissed his neck as she adjusted around his rod inside her. It hurt, for like a second. With each moment after, it felt better. “Mmm?"

  "You were a..."

  "Jack, you're supposed to be making me writhe in passion, not asking me silly questions.” She gripped him tightly and lifted her hips.

  "Yes, ma'am.” Jack fought the constricting feeling in his chest. A virgin. Shit! He had never fucked a virgin before. If he had known, he would have taken his time, made it special for her. Instead, he had rammed in thinking he would get a moan of pleasure not a maidenhead.

  "Jack?” Bethany prompted.

  It was not what he had expected, she knew this much, but he was too far gone to turn back now. He began making love to her.

  She decided he definitely was not fucking her. Not with the slow, careful strokes he made though she knew he wanted to go faster, harder. His arms shook. His breath was labored, and sweat transferred from his forehead to her neck and cheek. He was enjoying it even if it was torture.

  So was she. In fact, she was really enjoying it. She wanted more.

  "Faster, Jack. Harder.” Bethany lifted against him, driving him deep. She gasped at the same time he did.

  "I don't want to hurt you,” he rasped.

  "You're not hurting me. You're killing me.” Bethany gripped him tightly and wrapped her legs around his hips. She could feel his firm butt on her left calf. “Please, Jack."

  He did not answer her. Instead, he made a low and deep rumbling noise then picked up the pace. Bethany reveled in the sheer force of him. The push and drag of
his cock against her tender flesh had her aching for something just out of reach. An unfamiliar feeling began to tighten in her womb. She had tried masturbation before, attempted to use a vibrator once, and though she enjoyed herself, she never felt like this. She had never let herself go completely.

  "Jack!” Bethany squeezed her thighs tightly against his hips.

  "Oh yeah, that's it, baby. Let it come, Bethany. Come for me.” Jack closed his eyes and maintained his position.

  Her tight walls clenched even tighter as they prepared for her release. She said his name again as he felt her body shudder beneath him. He opened his eyes and watched her arch against him; her teeth bit into her bottom lip, and her eyebrows made a crease between them as they tried to draw together. Her delicate neck stretched, and the blue vein throbbed with her wild pulse.

  "You're so beautiful when you come.” He kissed her lips as the pulses around his cock slowed, and her head tilted back toward him.

  "Look at me.” Jack swallowed. “I'm going to come, Bethany. Tell me you want me."

  She opened her eyes, looked into the most sincere expression and wondered who wouldn't want Jack? “I want you, Jack. I want you to come for me."

  And just that easy, he plunged forward and remained there. Steadily, he pushed against her, going as deep as possible, with only small tremors and jerks counting for movement. He did not close his eyes at all. His gaze remained locked on hers the entire time. She noted his clenched jaw and the slight motion on the left side of it.

  "You look pretty damn good yourself,” Bethany admonished.

  Jack smiled and collapsed on top of her. He could never have done that with other women. He would have crushed them. Bethany, on the other hand, just adjusted her legs and stroked his back with one hand before running the other hand through his sweat soaked hair. He had never made love to a woman before, but if he could guess at it, certainly what they just did qualified.

  He propped up on one elbow and stared down at her. Her soft, green eyes twinkled with fulfillment and humor. “Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"