Find Me Alastar

That may just be the hottest or scariest statement I think I have ever heard from a man in my life.

We finally make it to my front door and I thank the Lord that my two flat mates have gone to their

music festival. I have the apartment to myself for the whole weekend. Although, as I look to the gorgeous

man standing next to me holding three bottles of wine and a bottle of tequila, that could be debatable.

Maybe a reason to be quiet would be good.

He stands behind me as I open the door and starts to trail his lips up and down my neck, occasionally

biting me. I stand with the key in front of the keyhole, unable to put a thought together or even open the

door.

He reaches around and takes the key from me, opening the door before he turns me around in his arms

to kiss him and begins to walk with me tiptoeing backwards. He drops the bottle of liquor on the table and

then he has me up against a wall, his hard cock rubbing up against me, and his lips abusing my mouth.

We stand kissing for an extended time and I am lost for breath.

He stands back and his eyes drop down my body for a moment. “Do you want to play a game?”

I smile.

He picks up the bottle of liquor and leads me by the hand into the kitchen.

“Shot glasses?” he asks.

“Umm.” I try to think where I have seen them. “Top cupboard.”

He gets out six shot glasses and lines them up on the bench and then opens the tequila and fills them

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I stand still and watch him, my core throbbing and wet from the feel of his cock only moments ago.

“What’s the game?” I smirk.

He kisses me and his tongue sweeps though my mouth before he lifts me to sit on the kitchen bench.

Fuck, he’s hot.

“The game is called unshot.”

I frown. “Unshot?”

His mouth drops to my breast through my shirt and he bites my nipple.

“For every shot that I drink, I get to take a piece of clothing off you.” I smile. I like this game.

“What do I get when I drink a shot?” I breathe.

His dark eyes hold mine. “You get my tongue on you somewhere.”

My insides start to liquefy and my ovaries are chanting skull, skull, skull.

He picks up his glass and tips his head back, drinking it down. His large tongue comes out to lick his

lips and anticipation thrums through my body. He puts his glass down and lifts my shirt over my head. I sit

on the bench in my black lace bra and skirt and stockings.

He licks his lips again and his eyes drop to my breasts. Oh, I want that tongue on me.

I pick up my glass and drink my shot and he bends to pull my bra back and takes my nipple in his

mouth, quickly biting me with a hard suck. I jump and my legs open that bit farther by themselves.

He stands and drinks another shot, licks the tequila from his lips again, and lets his dark, wanting eyes

burn holes in my restraint.

Holy fuck, this game is hot.

“Stand up.” He growls.

I stand and he undoes my skirt, sliding it down my legs. I stand before him in a black lace g-string and

bra, with thigh-high sheer stockings that have a band of thick lace around the tops. Truth be known, I

bought this lingerie especially for tonight. I knew there was a slight chance that I would end up doing

something like this.

He hisses in approval as his hungry eyes roam down my body. He picks me up then sits me back on

the bench to aggressively rip my legs open wide with his hands. All I can do is throw my head back in

pleasure.

Once again, his tongue traces my lips as he taunts me with it. My eyes hold his and I lift my shot to my

lips and drink it down.

The liquor burns all the way down my esophagus, but it’s nowhere near as hot as the fire between my

legs.

He smiles and fills the four glasses again.

Holy fuck, this is going to be one hell of a hangover.

He bends and trails his tongue up the length of my neck. When he leans over me I can see the huge

erection though his suit pants, but something about being partially undressed while he remains fully

dressed is only amplifying the whole experience.

His tongue starts to roam from my neck to my breast down to my stomach. My hand is on the back of

his head as he growls against me.

Oh dear God, I may not survive this. His hands slip under the side of my panties and he runs his

fingertips through my dripping flesh.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls against my stomach.

My eyes roll back in my head.

He slides a single finger inside me and starts to pulse it in and out as his mouth sucks my nipple. My

legs are as wide as they can go.

Oh… this is so, so slutty.