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Tequila Nights - Restraint Slips Away

Tequila Nights - Restraint Slips Away

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CHAPTER 1 - Tequila Nights: When Restraint Slips Away

Ryan woke early, the hotel room dim as dawn clawed through the curtains. He rubbed sleep from his eyes, groaning as he swung his legs out of bed. The day loomed--endless meetings, a late dinner, a hangover waiting to claim him. Booking the room had been practical: the grind started at sunrise and wouldn't relent until midnight. He steeled himself, bare feet hitting the carpet, and braced for the slog.

The meeting room buzzed with relentless monotony--slides flickering, voices droning, jargon clotting the air. Coffee kept him alive--dark, scalding, poured into flimsy cups that singed his fingers. The bitter jolt cut through the haze, its earthy bite a lifeline as fatigue sank into his bones. By dusk, he'd endured, and the group spilled into a Mexican restaurant. Salsa stung the air, grilled meat smoked, glasses clinked over vibrant chatter. String lights cast a warm glow, easing the day's edge.

The restaurant hummed, plates clattering as dinner stretched late. Ryan slouched at the table's corner, khakis creased, navy polo clinging to his six-foot-one frame. Beside him sat Fiona, five-foot-three and delicate, her slacks and knit top hugging her curves--breasts pressing faintly against the fabric. Her light brown hair framed her face in soft waves. Their eyes darted all night--quick, charged, a heat honed over a year of stolen glances at work, wedding bands be damned.

It had started small--a smirk across a conference table, her fingers brushing his arm at a happy hour, lingering just enough to spark his skin. Once, late at the office, she'd leaned over his desk, hair grazing his cheek as she teased, "You're hopeless without me." The tension had simmered, a live wire, until now. Tequila flowed, softening the room's edges. Fiona shifted, and then he felt it--her bare foot, slipped from its flat, tracing his calf with a slow, brazen rub. Heat spiked through him. He met her sly smile, kicked off his loafer, and let his foot glide up her shin. Her eyes glinted, daring him under the tablecloth.

Dinner dissolved into the July night, the group scattering. Ryan lingered by the door, towering over her as he caught her elbow. "Need a ride?" His voice was steady, pulse hammering.

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She tilted her head, hair catching the streetlights. "Yeah, but I'm not done yet."

His throat tightened. "Hotel bar's close. Drink?"

She nodded, and the drive crackled--tequila's scent clinging, visions of tangled sheets flashing through their minds. The bar was a lie; they both knew it. At the hotel, she stopped him before the lobby. "I'll come up," she said, voice low, "but no clothes come off. We're married, Ryan."

He clenched his jaw. "Deal."

The elevator ride tested them, her frame brushing his. The door clicked shut, and the room thrummed. They kicked off shoes and socks, bare feet sinking into carpet as tension coiled tight. Then restraint snapped. She surged into him, small hands fisting his polo, yanking him into a fierce, tequila-sharp kiss. His hands roamed her back, groping her tiny waist as she pressed against him, her slight body electric.

He growled low, lifting her effortlessly--her weight nothing to him--and laid her diagonally across the bed, legs dangling. Her head tipped back, hair spilling over the edge as he kissed her again, hard. His hands slid down her hips, kneading the soft flare, her top bunching under his grip. She arched, nails raking his chest through fabric, sending heat searing through him. His palms swept up, cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into taut peaks beneath the knit. Pleasure jolted her--her breath hitched, a moan spilling into his mouth as he squeezed, mapping her curves with hungry fingers. His lips trailed her neck, her pulse racing under his tongue, then down her chest, kissing through fabric. Lower still, he aimed for the heat between her thighs, probing through her slacks with slow, deliberate licks. Her gasps filled the air, her scent--sweet, musky--flooding his senses, stoking his need to devour her while skirting their rule.

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Before she broke, he lifted her, settling her head on the pillows, hair fanning out like a dark halo. He climbed beside her, kissing deep as his hand slid under her top. Fuck the rule--he shoved her bra up, baring her breasts--full, firm, nipples tight and begging. They looked massive on her tiny frame, a delicious shock. His tongue flicked one, then sucked, her warm skin yielding as pleasure ripped through her. She moaned, fingers tangling in his hair. "Your tits are unreal," he rasped against her ear, "I could worship them all night." Desire thickened his voice as he lavished her, boundaries melting in the heat.

She pushed back, rolling him flat with fierce strength. Straddling his hips, she ripped off her top and bra, then yanked his polo over his head. Her bare breasts grazed his chest as she kissed him hard, hands roaming--his groping her ass, hers digging into his shoulders. His fingers found her slacks' zipper, hesitating as doubt flickered--this could ruin everything. Her eyes burned into his, sharp and ravenous, and caution crumbled. He unzipped her, hand slipping inside, brushing lace panties before diving beneath to grip her bare ass, warm and firm. She gasped into his mouth, hips rocking as tension spiraled.

Her hands tore at his belt, freeing it with a snap, then unzipped him, yanking khakis and boxers down. His cock sprang free, throbbing, slick with want. She leaned beside him, elbow propped, her hand wrapping his length--firm, teasing, stroking slow then fast, thumb grazing the head. Her hair brushed his thighs as her lips closed around him, warm and wet, sucking gently at first. Pleasure surged, a guttural groan escaping as she took him deeper, tongue swirling, her mouth a tight, slick heaven. She bobbed, lips stretching, saliva dripping as she sucked hard, then teased with licks, driving him to the edge. Her moans vibrated against him, eyes locked on his, daring him to break.

He couldn't take it--her mouth a furnace, her hand relentless. With a snarl, he lifted her light frame, settling her back on the pillows, hair splaying wild. Her thighs parted under his hands, her pussy glistening--swollen, dripping. He dove in, tongue lapping her clit, tasting her tangy sweetness as pleasure electrified him. He sucked, probed, her hips bucking as he gripped her thighs, devouring her with long licks and rapid flicks. Her cries sharpened as he slipped two fingers inside, curling them, thumb circling her clit. Her pussy clenched, her orgasm crashing--thighs shaking, a flood soaking his tongue, her scream raw and unrestrained.

Panting, he straddled her chest, knees framing her as his cock slid between her breasts. She pressed them together, enveloping him in soft, warm friction that set him ablaze. He thrust, the sight of her tits cradling him maddening, while his fingers plunged back into her drenched heat, stroking her to another peak. She shattered again, pussy gripping his hand, her cry tipping him over--cum erupting, streaking her neck, her face, tangling in her hair in a hot, messy claim.

He collapsed onto her, sweat-slicked chests pressed tight, breaths syncing in the heavy air. Her fingers traced his back, soft now, as the room stank of sex and tequila. They'd shifted--flirtation torched into something deeper, dangerous. Guilt flickered, but the thrill burned brighter.

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