Discovering Stella (8 page)

“Lick the salt and then quickly drink this, followed by sucking
on
this,” I added after clearing
my
throat, speaking normally this time around.

She
took a deep breath and raised
her
arm to
her
mouth,
suck
ing and licking the salt from
her
wrist. I know
it
shouldn’t
have,
but
the sight of
her
tongue lit
my
balls
on
fire. I wanted to bathe them in the stuff and have
her
lick them, which in hindsight is fucking crazy — salt
can
burn like a
bitch.

Stella produced
all
kinds of squinty facial expressions, bodily jerks and flapping motions before lunging
for
the
shot
glass and quickly swallowing the tequila. This only increased the flapping of
her
hands after she placed the glass back down.
Honestly,
she looked
as
if she was performing that
stupid
chicken dance.

“Lime,”
I said, picking
it
up and placing the wedge between
her
teeth with
my
free hand, holding
it
firmly in place.

Her
eyes opened wide and she mumbled in protest,
but
then calmed almost instantly when the juice counteracted the strong taste of the alcohol.

When she nodded, I
removed
the lime and raised
my
eyebrow in question. “So,
how
was it?”

“Horrible,”
she answered, wiping
her
chin
coyly. “But
I’ll
try
it
again.
You
know,
just to make
sure.”

Smiling, I quickly licked
my
wrist, downed
my shot
and sucked
my
lime, showing
her
how it
should be
done.

“Wow!
You’re
a seasoned
pro,”
she praised,
one
eyebrow raised.

“Yes,
you
are in the presence of greatness.”

She
snorted and licked
her
fingers.
“I
think
I’m
also in the presence
of
egotism.”

I chuckled at
her
mild stab and poured another round, then slowly turned
my
head in
her
direction, eyeing the way
her
lips wrapped around
her
small petite digits.
Fuck me, those lips!
“Did
the princess just crack a joke?” I asked,
my voice
hoarse.

“Yes,
the
princess
can
do
many
things
that
the
toad
is
unaware
of.”

I smiled at
her
smugness
as
she reached
for
the salt shaker and readied herself
for
the next shot.
My
plan was definitely working.
She
was forgetting
her
problems
and loosening
up.

“Toad?”
I questioned, holding
my
hand
out for
the shaker.

Stella obliged and passed
it
over.
“It’s
suitable,
don’t
you
think?”

“I
like being a prince
better.”

“No doubt you do, but
unfortunately,
you
don’t
possess the manners of a
prince.”

Feigning being insulted, I handed
her
a shot.
“You’re
mistaken, fair maiden.
Here
I am, selflessly offering
my
services to you,
all
gentleman-like. I
am
definitely a
prince.”

“Well
...
if the tales are in fact true, a toad
can
become a
prince.” She performed
the lick,
sip,
suck process again.

“Yes.
That would
involve
a kiss, right?”

“Not
gonna
happen,”
she
spluttered
and choked, spilling drops of tequila and lime juice
over
us.

I shook
my
head. “Maybe
you
aren’t
a princess after
all.”

“I
did
try
to tell
you
that.”

“Then what are you?”

Stella sat upright and eagerly began the pouring of the next round.
Her
now
comfortable disposition impressed me, so I happily sat back and let
her
take the reins.

“I’m
a te-killer. Get
it?
Tequila
killer?” she cackled and handed me
my
overfilled shot.

“Another
joke. Who would’ve thought?”

“Hey!” She gave
my
shoulder a pathetic whack.
“I
joke. I’ll have
you
know that
I’m
a very good
joker.”

Amused by
her
quickly escalating tipsy state, I continued to deliberately take
her
mind off
her
earlier
problem
by steering our conversation toward silliness. “That was weak, especially
for
a
te-killer.”

“Shh
...”
she
said,
her
mild
scolding
making
me
laugh.
Stella
raised
her
hand
and
placed
her
index
finger
against
my
lips.
“Shh
...
I
need to
concentrate
or
I’ll
spill
it,”
she
whispered.

Fuck!
I wanted to suck
her
finger
into
my
mouth,
trail
my
tongue down
her
arm and capture those fucking kissable lips. The woman made me
all
kinds of turned
on.

I groaned inwardly, because the last thing I wanted was to lose
control
and do exactly what I’d been fantasising about, no
doubt
sending
her
into
another meltdown. I knew that I had to restrain myself, so instead, I decided to use the fact we were
partaking
in tequila shots and came up with a risky
move.
“You
do realise we
aren’t
doing these shots
properly,
don’t
you?”

She
paused before licking the salt off
her
wrist.
“No.
What are we doing wrong?”

“Here,
I’ll
show
you.”

Gently,
I took
hold
of
her
wrist and
bent
toward it, keeping
my
eyes fixed
on
hers the entire time.
My
tongue slowly darted
out
of
my
mouth and licked the salt from
her
wrist,
taking
a little longer
than
what was necessary.
She
stiffened and blushed before flinching and
trying
to tug
her
wrist free,
but
I held
it
tight and communicated with
my
eyes that she was fine and that I
wouldn’t
hurt
her.
Seconds passed and
her
resolve melted
away,
fascination replacing
it
as
I continued to trail
my
tongue across
her
skin. Damn, she smelled good, and if
it
weren’t
for
the salt attacking
my
tastebuds, I had no
doubt
she’d taste even better.

Downing
my
shot, I chased
it
with a lime wedge and waited
for
her
response.

Stella cleared
her
throat, placed
her
arm
on
her
lap,
but
didn’t
wipe
it
against anything — always a good sign.

“Your
turn,”
I offered, raising
my
wrist
audaciously.

She
stared at
it
as
if contemplating its reality,
her
indecision
over
whether
or not
to accept
my
offer obvious with the biting of
her
lower
lip.

“Are
you
a princess
or
not?” I taunted further.

Aware that I was treading a
bloody
fine line, I held
my
breath, awaiting a response that could go either
way.
Yes,
the mild bully tactics could backfire. Hell, they’d already backfired in
epic
proportions when we first met. The thing was, they could also succeed in breaking down
her
wall. And fuck the stars, I wanted that
wall
demolished.

Huffing with annoyance, and what I observed to be triumphant satisfaction, she grabbed
my
wrist and trailed
her
tongue across it, delicately collecting the salt granules. The warm, wet feeling of
her
mouth spoke directly to
my
dick.
It
said,
‘You
think this feels good?
Wait
until
you
feel
it
up and down your
shaft
and swirling around your throbbing
head.’
Fuck.
I groaned quietly and shifted just slightly in
my
seat.

Stella sensed
my
change of demeanour and quickly pulled
away,
tipping
her
shot
and popping the lime between
her
lips.
She
sucked
delicately,
making
a delicious sound that added to
my
crazed state.
It
also resulted in
some
of the juice trailing down
her
chin and landing
on
her
chest.

Without
even thinking, I leaned forward and licked
it
off.
She
gasped and
her
chest rose, prompting me to stare wantonly at
her
beautiful tits. The outline of
her
peaked nipples suddenly appeared through the material of
her
dress, begging me to acknowledge them with either
my
lips
or
fingertips.

I gritted
my
teeth, hesitant, and quickly flicked
my
eyes to hers, gauging
her
disposition, looking
for
a sign of whether
or
not
to seize the fucking opportunity and
show
her
just
how
good I could make
her
feel.

Stella’s
caramel-coloured irises flared and deepened, almost to chocolate, and
her
plump,
fuckable lips nervously slid across
one
another. I wanted to taste them, suck the bottom
one into
my
mouth before gently nibbling
on
it.
Her
lips were bloody perfect.

Desperately needing to do just that, I slowly made
my
way toward them, dragging
my
mouth up
her
neck and breathing in the scent of
her
perfume. Fucked if I knew what
type
it
was, I
wouldn’t
know floral from shit. B
ut,
whatever
it
was,
it
was
my
new favourite smell.

Stella swallowed heavily
as
I paused to savour
her,
the beating of
her
pulse thumping erratically against
my
forehead. “Lawson, I
...
I
...”
She
panted, pausing when
my
lips barely grazed hers.

The vinyl of the loveseat cried
out
when she gripped
it
tightly with
her
long
nails, nails I
now
wanted digging
into
the skin of
my
arse
as
I drove
into
her
relentlessly.