Same Time Next Week (Ch 36)
Welcome back to my first serial on Substack, a tantalizing tale of a former pop star and a mysterious, reclusive Afro-Latina.
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Fueled by tequila and undeniable chemistry, Jackson and Shelby relieve tension with an intoxicating exploration of bodies, blending in playful banter and sensual intimacy. Their laughter and teasing create an atmosphere charged with desire, promising a thrilling journey where boundaries blur and passions ignite. This chapter is NSFW!
"Stay like that. You're perfect," he said, bending toward an arm and licking a thick stripe a few inches long. He reached for the salt, sprinkled a few shakes onto the wet patch and licked it up, then picked up the bottle of tequila.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He'd tried to hold back, for no reason at all except to let it build up, but he had to touch her, to feel her skin. Shelby went through so much trouble to look good for him. He'd been so wrapped up in Rod's asshole comments that he wasn't even paying attention. She deserved attention, not an apology.
And she was going to get it.
Jackson lifted a hand to her thigh—smooth, creamy brown skin over taut muscle, all the way down one leg, back up the other, pausing to press his thumb instinctively where he knew he'd get a reaction. It came, as he expected it to, in a roll of her hips and a moan. He spent a few minutes there, pressing and rotating and watching her hips move and her abs roll, listening to her. He bent to her breasts where her nipples were rock hard and fighting to extend around the thick lace material and licked one, then the other. She tasted good, so good. He teased and tempted, reveling in the scent of her, the sounds coming from her mouth sending a shock through his body and a twitch to his dick.
"We better slow it down. I know how you like me to take my time." Shelby smiled, both arms stretched out on the bed on either side of her. "Stay like that. You're perfect," he said, bending toward an arm and licking a thick stripe a few inches long. He reached for the salt, sprinkled a few shakes onto the wet patch and licked it up, then picked up the bottle of tequila.