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asks, and his eyes
go wide. Angry, for just a moment before he goes blank.
    Stupid, stupid question. She hasn’t had nearly enough to drink to
justify stupid shit like this.
    Josh licks his lips and pours another round of shots. When she
takes hers, he shoves her, until her body hits the wall and his lips cover
hers, rough and demanding. She gasps, and the tequila spills out, running down
her chin and into his mouth and down her chest.
    It’s hot and dirty and demanding, and it almost drowns out the
shrill scream of pleasure that echoes through the house.
    So that, she thinks, is what Charlie sounds like, when she
comes.  
    Josh nips at her lips, one hand coming up to cup her chin. He
licks into her mouth, all salt and lime and the slow aftertaste of mint.
    “Spilled something,” he murmurs, and she blinks at him. He gives her
that grin again, the one that is too much frat boy, but this time she sees
something darker in his gaze that makes her shiver.
    He ducks his head, licking the path of tequila down her throat,
biting lightly when she squirms. He lifts his head long enough to yank her
shirt over her head, and she’s standing there in a red lace bra and a short
black skirt, and his eyes go lazy for a moment before he lifts her by the hips.
Her hands clutch his shoulders as he drops her onto the bar, and Josh grunts a
little when her nails dig in, and then she moans when his mouth covers her
breast through the lace. It’s hot and wet and not nearly enough and her hands
are in his hair.
    He bats her hands away and yanks the bra cup down, latching onto
her nipple with soft lips and rough teeth and she shudders. “More,” she hisses.
    Reaches for him again.
    Josh catches her hands in his and yanks them behind her back. With
one hand he holds them pinned there and grins at her. “Don’t be so fucking
bossy,” he mutters before he pours a shot of tequila into her mouth. She groans
as he kisses her, swallowing down the noise and the liquor. He keeps one hand
gripping her hands, holding her still, and the other slides under her skirt. He
brushes against the wet silk panties, and his smirk turns sly and mocking.
    She bites her lip and does everything to keep from thrusting
against him, aching for that delicious friction. Another scream comes from
upstairs, and she hisses in frustration and displeasure, and then almost
screams when he shoves two fingers into her, so deep she thinks for an instant
his clenched fist will leave bruises on her, and then his thumb finds her clit
and she rocks into him as his fingers rub against her and his lips are on her
again, tongue circling her nipple.
    She closes her eyes as the pressure, the sensation of it all
builds, coiling tight in her. She can still hear Charlie’s screams. Josh bites
down and she shouts, a hoarse, unintelligible noise, as she comes, shuddering
hard, her cunt spasming around his fingers.
    He curses, and yanks her off the bar. Josh releases her and EJ
fumbles for his pants, freeing his cock. She has a split second to admire
it—all long and thick and slightly curved—before he spins her. She curses when
her back slams into the wall, and stars spin for a moment, and then she screams
as he shoves into her. His fingers are in her mouth and her eyes fly wide when
she tastes herself on them.
    His are dark, and hungry, and his body is still and heavy against
hers.
    Without thinking, she licks, and a slow smile, so sharp it almost
hurts, curves his lips. And then he fucks her, heavy, punishing thrusts that
has her on her tiptoes, her body slamming into the wall with every thrust. She
pushes against him, meeting each push and whining in protest when he pulls
back. He’s everywhere, the scent of tequila and mint and herself, pleasure
obscuring everything. She feels it when he starts to lose control, feels the
tension string tighter, and his head comes down to her shoulder as he fucks
her. He’s silent. So fucking silent, and intent. She rakes her nails over Josh’s back