Laughing at her ploy, Ice tilted her backward over his arm and bent his head to lick at the whiskey covering her left breast, the one without a single mark. He remedied that immediately, using his mouth, his teeth and tongue. He made certain to get every drop; after all, it would be a sin to waste any.
She was panting and squirming by the time he let her up. The firelight played over her body, exposing the high lift to her breasts and the marks on them. His hands framed them as he joined in the conversations going on around him.
Every now and then, just to keep her aware of him, he tugged and rolled each of her nipples, sometimes elongating them until her breath would catch. He went back to talking. The night wore on and more women shed their clothes. In the next camp, one woman was on her hands and knees with three men taking her at the same time. As entertainment went, it was pretty spectacular. The four were really into it.
One by one, his brothers and sisters drifted away to find their own amusement for the night, leaving him with Soleil. The music grew louder, and the whiskey tasted better. His cock went from aching to hurting. Ice eased his zipper down, freeing himself. He put his lips next to his woman’s ear. “Jeans off now, princess. I’m in the mood to play.”
He caught the hem of her tank and removed it easily. Her bra was next to go. She stood up and began to slowly push the denim from her hips, watching his face the entire time. She was beautiful in the light of the fire. She looked exotic, exactly what he called her—a princess offering her body to her conqueror.
His little exhibitionist. He loved that a part of her liked to be safe, but was turned on by being seen by others. She danced slowly for him, her body sultry as she shed her clothing, the firelight playing over her soft skin. He slid his jeans down his thighs, releasing his hungry monster and the tight balls that seemed to be burning out of control.
“Straddle my lap, princess,” he whispered. “Facing away from me.”
“You’re so hard. I could suck you, Ice. I love the taste of you. The shape and feel of you. You’re always so hot, and the weight of you on my tongue is sexy.” Deliberately, she tempted him, crawling up his legs.
“You’re sexy. I’ll be fucking your mouth, but later. Right now, I’m going to give you something you’re going to love. Do what I tell you.”
Facing away from him, she straddled his thighs. He opened his legs farther, so that her thighs were forced to part wide, and her little pussy glistened in the firelight. She was already wet and slick with her liquid heat. He laid his hand on her belly, stroking caresses over her soft skin, his fingers creeping down to her bare lips to find the hot moisture so he could taste her.
“I love the way you look. All soft skin and tits.” His hand came up under her right breast, sliding back and forth, rubbing and then kneading. “Look at you. So needy.” He took another drink of whiskey and held it to her lips until she drank it down as well.
“Do you feel that burn, baby? It goes all the way down to your little pussy, doesn’t it?” He licked her ear, then bit down on her earlobe. “Lean your head back against my shoulder, but I want you to look around. See if you can find someone watching us. Some man who might have a woman sucking him dry, or maybe he’s all alone, but he needs to watch. He needs to see you just like this. So fuckin’ sexy. Look, baby, tell me what you see.”
His hand moved between her legs, rubbing up and down against her sensitive, already inflamed clit. He pushed something over it, a little button that buzzed ferociously. It was soft at first, that little stimulant, but it began to vibrate faster and harder. She bucked and gasped, her tits swaying with each jolt of her body. He pushed a finger into her tight channel and began to slide it in and out. A deliberate, slow burn.
“Tell me what you see.”
“A man directly across from us in the other camp. He’s got his cock out and he’s masturbating. Watching us. He can’t take his eyes off of us.”
“Anyone else?”
“More than one. But one man is watching while a woman is going down on him just like you said. His face is all flushed now and he’s pumping into her mouth faster.”
“He’s paying more attention to you than to her, isn’t he?” He whispered it in her ear, more like a sinful temptation, leading her down that road while he pushed a second finger into her and turned up the vibe on her clit.