What Tequila Started

ZELDA’s POV

The tequila had been a mistake. Him, I wasn’t so sure about.

“Take off your panties.” His voice left no room for argument.

My hands moved before my brain could object. Just like that, on the floor.

I had walked across a bar tonight. Flirted with a stranger. Followed him to a hotel. And somehow this was the moment that made it real.

Vance watched the whole thing from where he leaned against the wall.

Before I could blink, he was right in front of me, his mouth found my neck. He bit down hard, so hard that a sound left me, it was one I didn’t recognise. I had never made that sound before in my life.

"You smell so fucking good," he growled against my skin.

His tongue traced my pulse point, then he sucked a bruise into the hollow of my throat. I'd never been touched like this before not even by Luke. My knees buckled, but his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up.

He pushed my blouse off my shoulders and unhooked my bra with ease. Then his mouth closed over my nipple, I cried out, arching into him. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking the tight peak while his fingers twisted the other nipple until it ached.

"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling back.

Luke had touched me before, brief touches that always felt like he was doing me a favour. This was nothing like that. This felt like being seen for the first time and I hated that it took a stranger to do it.

Vance didn't stop. He worked my breasts until I was dazed, my hips grinding against his thigh. Then he dropped to his knees.

"Lie down on the bed," he ordered.

I scrambled onto the rumpled sheets, my heart hammering. He spread my legs wide, staring at my pussy like it was a treasure. My hands reached to cover it, I felt so exposed.

“Don’t cover it. You look beautiful.”

I had been looked at before but never like that.

His thumb found my clit, circled it slowly, and I jerked like I'd been shocked.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he murmured. "Have you ever had anyone eaten your pussy before?"

I shook my head, too embarrassed to speak.

He lowered his head, and then his tongue—his hot, rough tongue licked a slow trail from my asshole to my clit. I screamed. The sensation was overwhelming, too much to bear.

He lapped at my clit like a starving animal, sucking the little nub into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. My hands fisted the sheets, my hips bucking against his face. He shoved two fingers inside me without warning, and I felt the stretch, the invasion. Pain and pleasure crashed through me at once.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he said, his voice muffled against my pussy.

He finger-fucked me while his mouth worked my clit, and I was gone. My orgasm ripped through me, stealing the air from my lungs.

I screamed his name, my body helplessly shaking beneath him. Still, he didn’t stop. He kept licking me through every aftershock until tears blurred my vision and soft sobs spilled from my throat.

I couldn’t tell anymore what was the tequila and what was him.

He crawled up my body, and kissed me, letting me taste myself.

The kiss left me breathless. He pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked on mine.

“Kneel,” he commanded as he unbuckled his belt.

I rose slowly from the bed before sinking to my knees, his hard cock already waiting for me. It was huge. I didn’t need instructions. My fingers wrapped around him, barely covering it, and my lips parted cautiously.

“No teeth,” he warned softly.

I took him into my mouth slowly, my lips closing around the flushed tip as a sharp breath left him. I had no idea what I was doing, but I kept going anyway.

He held my head, forcing me to take him deeper. He fucked my face with brutal, rhythmic thrusts, his cock sliding against my tongue, hitting the back of my throat.

"Look at me," he grunted.

I looked up, my eyes watering, my makeup surely ruined. The sight of his face twisted in pleasure, watching me choke on his cock, was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

His pace quickened, his hips slamming into my face. "Gonna cum," he warned. "Fuck! so good."

It was a mouthful, I gagged but still swallowed it all.

He helped me to my feet before laying me gently on the bed while he slowly undressed. A second later, he stood in front of me completely naked.

My eyes dragged over him, from his face down to the hard length between his thighs. He looked dangerously beautiful.

“Have you done this before?” he asked.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

For the first time that night, he looked genuinely caught off guard. It vanished so quickly I almost thought I’d imagined it. “You’re alone in this room with me,” he said quietly. “My dick is hard and ready to ruin you, and you’re not scared?”

Maybe I was supposed to be. But fear was the last thing I felt. My body burned with excitement instead, with the thought of finally knowing what it would feel like to have him inside me.

So I shook my head again.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over mine.

He lined the head of his cock at my entrance. I felt the pressure, the foreign intrusion. He pushed. A sharp, searing pain ripped through me. I cried out, digging my nails into his back.

"Shhh," he soothed, though his grip on my throat tightened a fraction. "It'll feel good soon. I promise."

He remained still, letting my body adjust. The pain slowly receded, replaced by a fullness, a deep, stretching ache. I shifted my hips, and he groaned.

"That's it, princess. Take it."

He began to move, slow, deep strokes. With each thrust, the pain faded, replaced by a building pleasure that coiled low in my belly. His hand found my breast, pinching my nipple hard.

"Faster," I begged.

He obliged. He started fucking me in earnest, his hips slapping against mine. The sound of our bodies meeting, wet and raw, filled the room. My moans became screams, his grunts turned into guttural curses.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he rasped, leaning down to bite my shoulder.

He flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up. He entered me from behind, a new angle that hit deeper. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. His other hand delivered sharp spanks to my ass, the sting mixing with the pleasure of his cock ramming into me.

"Yes!" I sobbed. "Yes, yes, yes!"

His hand left my waist, found my clit. He rubbed it in frantic circles while he pounded into me. The coil snapped. I came again, harder this time, my vision whiting out, my body shuddering violently.

He followed, his cock twitching deep inside me as he pumped his warm cum into my sore, stretched pussy. He collapsed on top of me, his weight crushing me into the mattress, both of us gasping.

My body was wrecked but I'd never felt so alive.

He rolled off, lit a cigarette, and grinned at me—that same wolfish grin. "So," he said, smoke curling from his lips. "Think you can handle another?"