Page 14 of Lesson In Honesty
“Which vodka?” he choked out.
Fordham rubbed his chin. “Blue Label.”
Ah shit. Fifty percent ABV, hundred proof, and more potent than anything she’d had before. Her tolerance for drink was a minus ten on any scale; no wonder a single shot of Stolichnaya was wreaking havoc on her.
“Come play with me, Daddy?” Her teeth nipped his throat, her tongue licking over the ache. Yeah, she’d learned that from him, goddamn it. “I’m all wet and empty, and I need… mmmn, I need to be filled up. All the way up.”
Christ, it was all he could do to stop his eyes crossing. “Behave yourself, minx. I don’t want to have to spank you in front of Master Fordham and Mistress Violet.”
She lifted her head, lip between her teeth, and turned her slightly glassy gaze to Violet, then Fordham. Her laugh was shy, a little slurred, and she gave him a finger wiggle. “Wanna play with me… um, sir?”
Ford cleared his throat, but she obviously took it as assent because she whipped her head back to meet Liam’s eyes, the tip of her nose pressed adorably to his as she gave him a drunken, pleading smile.
“Please, Daddy, can we play?” Her voice dropped to a loud whisper that wasn’t really a whisper at all. “One in my pussy, one in my ass? Like we used to.” She rubbed her nose against his in a sloppy Eskimo kiss. “I miss that, Daddy, so much.”
Fuck. If she wasn’t drunker than a skunk in a vat of rum, he would give her exactly what she wanted, right here and now. But no Dom worth his salt would agree when she was inebriated, and he understood her well enough to know embarrassment would lead to regrets.
“Not tonight, Sierra. We’ll talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober and able to make informed decisions.” When her eyes shimmered with tears, he steeled his resolve. “We’ll talk, minx, and you can tell me why you’ve been hiding your needs for so long.”
Sierra opened her mouth, shut it, then pouted. Apparently, even drunk, she recognized when he was displeased. She toyed with the buttons on his shirt, sliding her fingertips between the gaps to tease his chest. “But I already asked if he wanted to play.”
She had, and some part of her would worry endlessly about being rude if she rescinded that invitation. It was the kind of thing that got under her skin and exacerbated her condition, stressing over other people’s perceptions of her.
Liam inhaled slowly, trying to spin the situation back into his control before she incited a fucking orgy in Levi’s home, but he was saved by Fordham stepping in.
“Sweetheart, as much as I appreciate it, I’m afraid I have someone waiting for me. I think your Daddy has the right idea—get some rest, sleep off the vodka, and broach the subject again tomorrow when you’re not addled.” Keeping an impressive straight face, he dropped to his haunches beside them. “Come find me if the offer is on the table again.”
“M’kay.” Losing the pout, she beamed at him, her smile slightly lopsided.
“Pleasure to meet you, Liam.” Rising, Ford gave him a nod and made his escape, returning to the bar for his drinks.
It took all of twenty seconds for Sierra’s libido to switch its attention from threesome to one-on-one. Despite her clumsy fingers, she got the first four buttons undone in quick succession, spreading the material open so she could lick the skin beneath.
“That looks like fun,” Violet commented, tongue in cheek. Mischievousness gleamed in her eyes when Liam shot her a baleful glare. “I prefer it when someone else is doing the licking… a lot lower down.”
“Not helping,” he ground out.
Sierra squirmed backwards, sliding off his lap with a startled squeak as she landed on her knees. It didn’t deter her; she wiggled between his legs, attacking his zipper with single-minded focus.
Fuck it.
Growling under his breath, Liam hooked his hands behind his head and stopped resisting. The pressure on his dick abated when the zipper lowered fully, then he was out in the open air the instant she popped the button free.
A line of wet heat sliced from his balls all the way up his shaft to the tip. Her tongue circled his crown lazily, teasing precum to the surface. With a happy hum, she pressed her lips over the head, sheathing her teeth, and swallowed him down halfway.
It seemed she was on a mission tonight, he thought as his blood pressure surged, pounding through the veins in his shaft like a demented monkey playing bass drums. All he wanted to do was take fistfuls of that silky red hair and use them to force her head down, making her choke on his cock even as she struggled to take him into her throat.
But she was still humming merrily away, her eyes closed as she bobbed up and down the length contained in her mouthwhile her hand caressed several inches of neglected flesh. Lost in her own little world, she worked him to the back of her throat, gagged, then shuffled backwards on her knees.
Changing the angle of his dick, he thought with pride, as well as the position of her head and neck. He felt her swallow awkwardly, his groin already wet with her saliva, then the crown popped past the restriction at the back of her throat and slid into heaven.
“Holy shit,” he growled, unable to move. If he so much as twitched, he was likely to cut this delightfully erotic moment short, and he wanted to wring every ounce of debauchery from it.
She’d never been able to deepthroat him.
Sierra hummed cheerfully in agreement, the vibrations shooting straight down his shaft to titillate his balls. Tingles stirred at the base of his spine, but when her nose touched his crotch, his entire length snugly enveloped in her throat, she stopped.
Ten seconds. Fifteen.