Free Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off by Cara North Page A

The inside of the cab was warming up even with the air on. “Shirt next."
    She pulled the top over her head slowly and folded it neatly. The stack of clothes beside her was piling up.
    "And?"
    "Pants.” He nodded. He swallowed the drool gathering in his mouth. She had to be the most voluptuous woman he had ever seen nude. She looked soft all over, no bones sticking out anywhere.
    "Not the bra?” Bethany licked her lips and batted her eyes. She liked this. He could feel it.
    "Not yet.” He shook his head. Oh, what had he unleashed?
    Bethany unsnapped the seatbelt and lifted her hips to remove the pants. She was not wearing little yellow ducks today. Oh no, she had a thong on.
    "Take off the thong.” He shifted uneasily. His cock strained against his fly and begged for freedom. Freedom it would not get. This was about her, at least for now.
    Slowly, she lifted her hips and pulled the thong off. She then proceeded to neatly fold the scrap of material, as if it needed to be folded, and placed it on the pants. She reached for the bra strap and stopped as another vehicle drove past.
    "I dare you,” he whispered.
    She took that challenge. She removed the bra and adjusted her position, so she faced him.
    "Shouldn't you be in the slow lane anyways?” she asked as she folded the bra and set the stack of clothes on the suitcases in the backseat.
    "I was getting over when you took off the thong, sweetheart, forgive me. I got distracted.” He laughed.
    "You're hard, aren't you?” she asked. His laugh ended in a groan.
    "Very."
    "So, why don't you take off your clothes?” Innocently, she quipped.
    "This isn't about me, but I will make an adjustment now you noticed.” Jack unbuttoned his jeans, and his cock sprang free. He sighed in relief. “Much better. Now back to you."
    "He looks angry.” She bit her lower lip as she looked at his dick like it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. The way she looked at him alone was enough to make his knees weak.
    "He is angry, but he doesn't boss me. So, what are you going to do next?” He wiggled his eyebrows. He had to get the attention back where it belonged. On her. This was his fantasy, and she was fulfilling it, but he suspected she liked his wild side. His cock agreed and bounced on its own accord.
    "Take your hat off.” Bethany waited until his arm stretched over the backseat to set his cowboy hat on the luggage. As soon as it was fully extended, she ran her nails gently along his forearm. He closed then opened his right eye as goose bumps prickled along the skin beneath her fingers.
    "Now, can you drive with one hand, Cowboy?” she said in her sugar sweet voice. He was not sure where this was going, but he damn sure wanted to find out!
    "Yes.” His voice sounded deep to his own ears.
    "Good.” Bethany guided his right hand to her left breast. “You look good, Jack. Good enough to eat in fact. But since you want to make this about me, I want you to touch me and tease me and make me come."
    She lifted his fingers to her lips and kissed each one in turn. Then, she pulled the rough index finger into her mouth and sucked on it. The warmth and wetness of her mouth brought thoughts of other things being in there. It was becoming more difficult to resist her idea of playing in the truck while driving.
    "If you keep doing that, I swear I am going to come without you.” Reluctantly, he pulled his finger from her lips.
    Bethany directed his now wet finger to her nipple. He tickled it softly then tweaked it a little harder, giving a tug, making her insides like fire. She pulled the ponytail free and let her hair free. The curls bounced wildly about her head, and she didn't care. All she cared about was Jack and his fingers and how good they felt. “Mmm. Jack, oh ... you feel nice."
    "Come closer,” he drawled.
    "Move lower.” She challenged. He answered her challenge by leaning over to grab her under the knee and pulling her closer. The truck swayed a second but straightened