4: Up for the Challenge

Fenella's POV

I clung to Laird's arm, giggling with a tipsy delight. Yes, I felt truly intoxicated. I didn't care at all because I was eager to show how to do a body shot to the unfortunate girl over there.

Right next to the birthday girl crowd, I climbed onto the bar table and sat there.

"Body shot, please!" I requested it loudly.

People around us immediately turned their heads towards me as I shouted those words. Especially the girl next to us, who was now staring at me. A few moments later, the bartender quickly arrived with a small salt sprinkle, a shot glass filled with tequila, and a slice of lemon on a small plate.

"Are you really going to do it?" Laird asked, still doubtful for a moment.

"Yes, of course. Do it with me," I whispered to tease him.

My hand then took the shot glass and carefully tucked it in. I made sure the shot glass was securely supported by the cleavage of my chest and the low neckline of my mini dress.

Without diverting my gaze from Laird, I picked up the can of salt and jerked back my head. I sprinkled some salt on my neck. Then I took the slice of lemon and placed it not just on the edge of my lips but inside my mouth.

People around us began to raise their cameras, apparently recording us. Laird grinned, and I could see the passion in his fiery green eyes. He approached me and trapped me at the bar table. His hands propped on both sides of my body. I then opened my legs wider, so he stood right between my open legs.

Slowly, he brought his face closer to my neck, as if wanting to smell my body's fragrance. His hands then grasped my waist. The next moment, he licked my neck and sucked it with a loud slurp. Unconsciously, I moaned in pleasure. My hands then lifted to hold both of Laird's shoulders while keeping the shot glass from spilling.

Laird's tongue then trailed from my neck to my cleavage. Damn! He made my body shiver as his tongue licked the exposed area of my breasts. He lowered his body, then Laird bit the shot glass, pulled it away from my cleavage, and quickly downed it.

He placed the empty shot glass on the table next to me. Then I turned to face him again to give him easier access to the lemon slice in my mouth. Laird's eyes gazed at me intensely, as if burning my body with unstoppable desire.

I tightened my legs around his waist. My body naturally wanted to cling to Laird's body. My thigh muscles tensed on their own to restrain the pooled desire in my core.

He then sucked the lemon slice. The sour lemon drops fell on my lips as Laird sucked them. Laird's hand then pulled away the lemon slice, with his lips getting closer to mine. He sucked all the lemon water drops on my lips and kept kissing me greedily.

Everyone around us cheered and whistled. They had just witnessed the hottest body shot, done shamelessly.

Of course, I no longer cared about our surroundings. My lips and Laird's lips were still busy nibbling and sucking each other. I wrapped my hands around Laird's neck, and Laird's body pressed closer between my open legs. I could even slowly feel the bulge pressing against my thigh area.

I gasped for breath and finally pulled my body away from that kiss. Slowly, I began to realize that there was a woman also sitting at the bar table next to me who ordered a body shot. The birthday girl was also no longer shy and was enjoying a body shot from her partner. I swear, people began to cheer. I could hear them ordering tequila body shots from every direction.

"Congratulations, Fenella. You have set a trending menu in this club," Laird whispered in front of me.

"That was my job as a model. Showcasing the product," I replied hoarsely.

Our lips collided again. Our tongues sucked on each other, and Laird hugged me tighter. Our bodies pressed closer together until Laird whispered in between our kisses.

"Let's go back to my flat," he said.

***

I leaned in to him, and the next second, all we ever did was kiss passionately. Over and over again, our lips and tongues secured in a ferocious fight. He held me tight, plump chest to hard chest, uniting our rapid heartbeats.

I circled my hands around his neck, finding support while my body grew languid by the second. My feet tiptoed to reach a certain number of more steady kisses. Our tongues are circling, swirling, and sucking at each other with all our might.

Yes, his hand held my back and his other hand pressed his hips against mine, yet our insatiable desire was making me more impatient.

I turned our unison to the nearest space from his apartment’s door without ever releasing his lips from mine. His hands reached down to my bum, squeezing hard, then pushed me up to sit in a small space on top of his dining table.

His lips then trace down to my jaw, then on to my collarbone, making me moan uncontrollably. My hand grabbed his dirty blonde hair, while my other hand clawed at his back.

His teeth marked a light bite on my collarbone, then continued to my shoulders. On and on to my breast, where his hands had been kneading them both in a merciless move. He pulled my dress off and unclasped my bra. Leaving them on the kitchen floor together with his shirt.

He then switched his hand to put his lips on, then sucked on my red, hard nipple. The table's height makes it easy for him to lean forward to please me. That's all I ever wanted all this time—him pleasuring me. All I wanted was to make him love me and tattoo his name on those pleasures in my body.

"Laird." I moaned with heavy breaths.

"Yes. Call my name."