Page 25 of Intoxicated
“Let me guess. Your cock is a weapon?” I don’t touch it, but I definitely look at it. If I scoff, will that piss him off? I’ve honestly seen bigger. Definitely fucked a few bigger than this. But bigger isn’t always better. There’s a lovely medium between size and skill. He can have one, but I bet he doesn’t have both. “How original. You gonna fuck the bitch out of me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of having such exponential skill.”
“You don’t have the means to try.”
He growls again, and God knows I encourage it by lifting my skirt and giving him a glimpse of my underwear. I don’t have to wonder if I’m wet. I’m probably soaked through. He could ram it in right now, and I’d be ready.
Don’t tell him that, though. I’m not in the business of inflating his ego.
“If you keep talking like that,” he says, a warning in his voice, “I’m not going to give you an out. You’d be begging me for mercy while I split you wide open without a care about it.”
Tell me again how much you don’t care, Drew. Go on. Convince me you’re not ready to roar at the thought of you eight inches deep and exploding like an animal. You might as well fuck me like you think I’m the biggest trash disaster in the world. You clearly think I am! I think we’ve established that I’m unworthy of any genuine affection or tenderness. Treat me like your nasty sex doll already!
“I double-dare you.”
I’m not a prophet. I’m not even clairvoyant. How am I supposed to know what he’s about to do? He could pin me against the wall with nothing but his cock and words of clever condemnation. He could throw me on the floor and take me like the bitch he knows I am. Rip off my panties for all I care. Come on my face, if you dare. Make me choke on your cock or choke me with your grip like they do in the skin flicks these days. Be a depraved piece of shit alongside me, Drew Benton. You know it’s what you want.
Clearly, you look at me and see a woman made for your pent-up rage and desire. If you’re in this kind of disgusting business, you have issues with women. Go ahead and get them out with me. I make an excellent punching bag. Ask any of my exes.
Yes, including the nice ones. Go ahead. Ask them what I deserve.
You know, I was half-kidding when I said he might throw me over my shoulder and pack me off to his bed. Not only did I not think he wasthatstrong, but I didn’t think he wanted me so badly he’d put in that amount of effort.
I don’t let him hear or feel the slightest bit of surprise as I end up over his shoulder, arms dangling down his back and hair clouding my vision. Drew turns around so quickly that I momentarily lose my ability to know where I am. He’s knocked my lust all around my body. No longer do only my loins beg for attention. My breasts tingle for him to pinch and taste them. My thighs ache to have him between me, driving himself into the oblivion that is the cunt he knows he shouldn’t want so badly. My hands grasp uselessly at the air. Give me something to touch. Give me shoulders to claw and an ass to smack. I’m as feral as Drew is now. There is no love, no sweet desire in what we’re about to do. It’s raw and emotional, all right, but I wouldn’t call it passion. Just two people acting like fucked up children.
He slams his bedroom door shut behind us. When I land on his bed, I realize the curtains are drawn back, the whole of Portland’s industrial eastside peering into the window and loving every moment of my debasement. And his. Because don’t think for two seconds that I’m the only one lowering myself in this moment.
Drew has fallen hard enough to fuck me, after all. That says a lot about his character.
He doesn’t say a word as he tosses his hat across the room and lifts his shirt over his head. Yes, yes, he has chiseled abs and the right amount of chest hair I’ve fantasized about! There! You happy? He’s fucking perfect. A regular ol’ Adonis. He’s got the fucking V running into his pants, which he has completely unbuckled and pushed down his thighs. In case I didn’t get a great look at his cock earlier. Well, there it is. Bigger and harder than ever. I half expect him to command me to suck it like his little golden whore.
Instead, he flips his shirt on top of my head. While I’m struggling to get his sweat-stained clothes off my face, he pulls my hips to the end of the bed and slides his hand between my legs. The movement is so sudden, and I’m so preoccupied with his shirt, that I yelp to feel his finger already pulling my underwear aside and dipping inside of me.
That’s it, though. That’s the only bit of vulnerability he’s gonna get out ofme.
Bastard.
“Do I have to say it?” His words are methodical, even in their grit. They also sound right in my ear, because his face is that close. So is his finger, in case I’ve forgotten what I smell or taste like. “You’re wet.”
“Did you expect anything less?” I snap back.
“Oh hoho.I knew you wanted me, but you’re wet enough for me to ram you in the ass.”
I’d like to see him try, but that’s the one thing I won’t goad him to do. Not on a first fuck.
Ha! Like there would ever be another. Maybe I should let him fuck me in the ass right now so I can say we did it. Although I can think ofwaybetter places for him to shove that cock. Like… maybe two inches farther south?
“Fuck.” Because he can’t be bothered to actually do it, Drew has to say it. Right when he has his hands on my ass and is ready to drive his cock home. (Lest you think I’m not in the correct frame of mind for this, let me assure you that my thighs are spread and my pussy is flashing a neon sign that saysSTICK IT HERE.) “Condom.”
Two words that bring me so close to disaster.
I push myself up and round on him before he has the chance to walk to the nightstand. “What’s wrong?” I ask, my pettiness dripping from my lips. My fingers travel down the length of his happy trail and grab his cock. Holy hell. It’s like holding my favorite sex toy in my hand. Always hard. Always lubed. Always ready to roll me into pound town. “Don’t have the guts to go for it? You must be the only guy in town who concerns himself with prophylactics.” I have horror stories. For another time.
“All the more reason to go get one, right?” I’ve got one hand on his cock, and he’s got one hand on the back of my neck. His thick thumb rubs the tender spot of my throat. My eyes flutter closed as my head rolls back. His teeth graze my flesh. My thighs are so wet that I’m about to start humping his leg. “I don’t know where you’ve been.”
“Yet you can’t stop thinking about it.” I slowly release him from my grip. “Fucking me raw and senseless.”
Both of his hands are on the back of my head now, bringing my face closer to his. The force of his movements has me dropping my bottom lip and preparing for his tongue to make its grand reappearance in my mouth. “That’s what you want, huh?” he asks.
