This is it. Over the last year, I’ve dreamed of this moment. Well, maybe not this exact moment, but close enough. I am about to get up close and personal with my best friend.
Brianna stands before me, her chest pushed out, waiting for me to place the shot glass between her gorgeously soft mounds. I lick my lips, stepping in close. “You ready?” I breathe. Geez, Cara, get a grip.
“As I’ll ever be.” She giggles, making those delicious bags of fun jiggle about. I suppress another groan as I ever-so-gently push the shot glass deep into her cleavage. My heart thumps in my chest as I place the lime wedge between her full lips. I trail my finger down her jaw with a wink, letting her think I’m playing it up for the boys’ benefit.
Darting my tongue out to moisten my lips once more, I duck my head under her chin, licking a long trail from where the shot glass rests, nestled deep between her breasts, to the outer edge where her top begins. I run my tongue from there up to the base of her neck, forming an arc with my tongue. Her sharp intake of breath spurs me on. I grab the salt and sprinkle a little over my trail before diving back in to lap it all up. I can feel her heart racing as I take my time, a grin spreading across my face as I realise she is just as turned on as I am.
Burying my face between her breasts, I latch onto the shot glass and with a gentle shake of my head, and her silky-smooth skin brushing against my cheeks, I pull the glass up and out, tipping my head back. I let the cup fall into my hand and stepping forward, I grab a hold of her hip, pulling her into me as I tilt my head towards hers. I run my tongue along her bottom lip before securing my mouth around the lime, our lips brushing against each other.
When I pull back, her eyes are closed and her breath is coming out in pants. Slowly, she blinks them open, her heated gaze meets mine and I know in this moment, she wants me too.
Before I have a chance to react, Evan clears his throat, breaking the spell. “Damn girl! That was hot!” He’s still lying across the floor, his hands now clasped in front of him, covering what I’m sure is a raging hard-on.
When I turn back to Brianna, her cheeks are flushed and she won’t meet my eyes. Damn it, Evan!
“It was just a bit of fun,” she murmurs, as if trying to convince herself. She keeps her eyes down, staring at a spot on the floor.
Look at me, damn it. It was more than just a bit of fun to me.
“So, ah, I guess it’s my turn then.” Dan steps forward, offering me the last remaining shot glass. “Where do you want me?”
With one last look at Brianna, I plaster a smile on my face, turning to face Dan. “Wherever you wanna be.” I give him a playful shove towards the couch. Gripping the hem of his jersey, he quickly whips both his tops off, giving me a perfect view of his six pack. I am impressed, really, I am. But, he is no Brianna.
Once he is on his back, I place the shot glass on his belly, as I had with Evan. Reaching for the salt, I bring my eyes up to Bri’s, hoping to see a hint of that flame again, but all I see is confusion. With a sigh, I turn my attention back to the body before me. Knowing they are waiting for a show, I get down on my knees and leaning over his body, I slowly lick along his stomach, just above the top of his pants, following the treasure trail up to his navel. This should be hot, but all I can think about is the look on her face. It feels wrong to be doing this after what we just shared, even if it was a fleeting moment.
I quickly down the shot of tequila and crawl my way up to his mouth, the lime firmly between his teeth. When I hover above him, his hands go around the back of my neck, pulling me down to meet his mouth. He lets go of the lime wedge just before our lips meet. This is a move I have been known to pull, so it shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does. I pull back as soon as I realise what he is doing, but not until after it is too late. I’d kissed him back, albeit briefly.
Shit.
Brianna sits there, almost as stunned as I am. She has her hand to her chest, her eyes wide and fixed on the scene before her. God, I’d give anything to know what she is thinking.