Blame it on the Tequila by Fiona Cole (the reading strategies book txt) 📕

The way it should’ve always been.

The way I was going to make damn sure it always did.

Twenty-Five

Nova

Warmth. More warmth than I expected on a morning in mid-February.

But then the warmth shifted, and the creak of the van doors preambled the bright sun pouring into the small space.

Then the warmth was back, and this time, I wasn’t just warm, I was wet.

Wet kisses started at my knee and worked higher. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.

A large hand pushed my thigh up and back, broad shoulders making themselves at home between my legs. A rough thumb swiped through my folds up to my clit. I gasped, arching up to follow when he pulled away. Before I could protest, a tongue took the same path as his thumb, and I moaned as it slowly swirled around where I needed him.

I fisted the sheets and dug my heel against the mattress, trying to gain more pressure, to move right under his tongue instead of the torturous circles around.

“Parker,” I whimpered. “Please.”

His laugh vibrated against my skin, sending tremors all the way down to my toes. Another long slow lick from my opening back up, sucking on my folds before finally returning back to my clit. This time two fingers worked their way inside me, curling and twisting, and I couldn’t take not seeing him. I squinted against the brilliant morning sun and edged even closer to coming when I took in his tan back sprawled between my legs.

I burrowed my hands into his hair and rocked my hips faster and faster, racing toward my orgasm. A third finger joined and pushed deeper—harder. His tongue finally flicked across the sensitive bundle at the same time he sucked, and within seconds I was coming. Every muscle in my body pulled tight, the waves of pleasure surging through my nerves until I was crying out and riding his face to get every last ounce of euphoria.

I fell trembling back onto the mattress, gasping for air, dipping my chin just far enough to look down my body and watch him smile up at me as he swirled his tongue through my folds, bringing me down from my high. I committed the image of the Parker Callahan between my legs, the tip of his tongue gathering my cum from every inch he could reach. I was so entranced by the sight, the stunning rocky desert behind him couldn’t even pull my attention away.

His hard cock stood tall when he leaned back onto his haunches, finally releasing my thigh, and I could think of nothing else but wanting to return the favor.

“Good morning,” he finally greeted me.

Instead of saying it back, I moved quickly, pushing him back against the wall of the van.

“Here I was thinking you’d be more relaxed after an orgasm.”

“I want more.”

His hand snaked into my hair, holding me in place so he could kiss me and let me taste myself on his lips. “By all means, take what you want,” he murmured.

Despite my orgasm, I wasn’t any less eager to have him. Need pulsed like a beast inside me, and I sucked, kissed, and bit my way down his body. I sucked the soft head of his cock between my lips when I finally reached where it laid against his abs, moving to leave sucking kisses down his shaft until I reached his balls.

Gripping his thick length in my hands, I stroked my thumb along his piercing, sucking one ball into my mouth and then the other. I held his heavy-lidded gaze and dragged my tongue from base to tip, returning the favor of teasing. His abs flexed as I stroked the tip of my tongue around the metal and flicked between the slit on his head. He growled when I wrapped just my lips along the tip and gave a sucking kiss, but not going further.

I moved back down to tease but didn’t get far. He grunted and drove a fist into my hair, pulling me back up. I met his wild eyes with a challenge in mine. His fingers tightened, and the sting only turned me on more. His other hand wrapped around mine, where I gripped his dick, directing it to my lips to paint them with the precum leaking free.

“Put my cock in your mouth, Nova,” he ordered softly—almost dangerously. I knew he’d never force me or hurt me, but I liked how on edge he was.

I lashed the tip with my tongue before sliding across my lips to collect his flavor. “Make me,” I whispered.

“Fuck.”

With that, he jerked me forward and pushed my head down at the same time as he thrust up, both of us groaning. He didn’t push far because of his piercing but did push against my throat. He had control for only a few thrusts before I took over, done with teasing and just wanting to feel him stretching my mouth, pushing against my tongue, tasting him. I twisted and stroked my hand to meet my lips and closed my eyes, losing myself to his groans and grumbled swear words.

His breathing picked up, and when I was sure he’d spill in my mouth, he pushed me back, moving so quick I could barely keep up. He flipped me over to my stomach and got behind me. When I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, I reached my hand back and stopped him.

“I’ve got us covered,” I explained when his brows pinched together.

His jaw dropped. “I’ve-I’ve never—” he stuttered.

“I want to feel you, Parker. I want to feel all of you inside me.”

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, snapping back into action.

He gripped my hips, pulling me up to my knees, but leaving my chest to the mattress, and lined himself up.

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” I begged.

Swiping his head through my folds, coating himself in me, teasing my clit before finally pushing in. Just the head and back out, again and again until I wanted to beat