Free Reborn by Nicole Camden Page B

moved back. “Make me a drink.”
    His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, but he stepped back and walked down the bar to the waitress station, where he lifted the pass-through with sharp, jerky movements.
    Lille turned on the bar so that she was facing away from the main room. She could see a distorted version of herself in the mirror behind the glasses. She looked like a pinup in her black leggings and sheer bra. It felt naughty and very, very good.
    As soon as he stepped behind the bar, he seemed to relax a little, a man in the place he belonged.
    He pulled down two shot glasses and poured two shots of tequila.
    Mildly amused that he hadn’t asked her what she wanted, Lille took the shot he handed her and downed it. He did the same.
    She handed him her shot glass. He refilled them both and handed hers back to her.
    She put it between her cleavage and leaned forward with her hands on the bar, using her upper arms to push her breasts together.
    He paused with his shot glass halfway to his mouth.
    “Come take the shot,” she told him, and he tossed down his shot and moved toward her. He knelt, sliding his hands under her breasts and cupping them before burying his face between her breasts and covering the shot glass with his lips.
    She leaned forward, bracing herself with one arm and gripping the back of his head with the other. He was stroking her nipple as he picked up the shot with his mouth and knocked it back, all without touching it with his hands. Lille gasped, feeling like her nipple was connected by a string to her clit, loving the rough touch of his fingers, the working of his throat as he swallowed.
    He sat back on his haunches, pulling away from her grip, and removed the shot glass from his mouth, dropping it on the floor. His eyes were hot as he stared at her.
    She sat back, then reached back and unhooked the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to her elbows and then the floor.
    She braced her arms on the bar again and leaned forward, admiring the picture she made in the mirror, her full golden breasts with their coral-tipped nipples drawn into tight little buds.
    “Come suck them,” she ordered, and he did, barely seeming to realize that he was being commanded; rather, it was like he was drawn by some invisible line, tugging him to the tips of her breasts, which begged sweetly for his attention.
    He knelt again, cupping her more fiercely in his hands, squeezing so that she made small noises of excitement and lust. His mouth fastened hungrily on the tips of her breasts and tugged, swirling his tongue around in rough, wet eddies, like a current.
    “Oh, yeah. You like sucking my tits, don’t you?” she murmured. “I’m going to suck your dick tonight just like you’re sucking my tits, so you better do a good job. You better go all out.” Lille liked the shocked look on his face; she liked that she wasn’t what he expected.
    Max’s erection felt as if it had swelled to epic proportions. He’d never had a woman talk to him like this, describe what he was doing to her. To his surprise, he liked it. He never thought he’d want a woman to talk more during sex, but this one could say anything she fucking wanted.
    “Suck me harder,” she ordered, “and pinch the other.”
    He did, just hard enough so that he knew it hurt, and her hips jerked forward.
    “That’s it,” she gasped as he did it again.
    “I want to fuck you,” he rasped, straightening to his full height and looming over her. “I want to rip those leggings down your legs, spread you apart, and pull you onto this hard cock.”
    He tugged her hips so that most of her weight was supported by his hips instead of the bar. His cock was indeed hard. Rubbing it against her through the leggings, Max watched her reaction as she tilted her head back to meet his eyes. Her skin, dewy and flushed, was perfect even close up; her lips were full and slightly parted.
    “Kiss me,” she ordered, and he did, for the first time without any anger, just