Page 52 of Intoxicated
Chapter 17
CHER
Surprised to see me again so soon? Aw. Sometimes I do that. Completely bust expectations because I have nothing better to do.
Like when I surprised Drew by texting him and asking him to buy me a train ticket up to Seattle so he could spoil me. He offered to buy me my own chauffer for the ride, for the sole purpose of avoiding the chaos that is the meth-fueled mess outside of Union Station (Portland or Seattle? Pick one.) I declined, however. Told him that the locals don’t bother me. I can hold my own, even when I’m wearing flowy sundresses and wedge sandals that hobble half of my steps. Union Station is nothing. Amtrak is nothing. I don’t need him to pick me up at the train station. Tell me where to go and I’ll hail my own Uber to get me there in no time. He acts like I haven’t done this a hundred times before for other men.
He acts like I haven’t donesomany things for other men. I don’t believe he thinks I’m as naïve as I sometimes portray myself. For God’s sake, this guy knows how I screw.
So why would he be surprised by how I deep-throat?
“Holy…” That’s right, Drew, look me in the eye as I draw my teeth all the way up your shaft and suck your salty tip like my favorite lollipop. I live for you looking me in the eye as I make you come undone. Because you’re the kind of guy who likes to pretend he’s got itallfigured out. We know the truth though, don’t we? You and I… ah, I tickle your balls, you rub my clit, together we have this grand ol’ time that nobody else compares to, because why not?
The only question I bother myself with is… do you act like this with every woman you’re with? Or only the big slutty sluts you thought you were wrecking with this cock I could bite off at any moment?
Maybe that’s what gets him off. The uncertainty of whether or not I’ll end his reproductive viability with one bite. I’ve met my share of women who wouldn’t touch their mouth to a guy’s dick for a million dollars. (Trust me, they’re out there. Easiest million I could make, assuming they’re good for the money.) You ask me? It’s one of the only times I feel like I’m truly on top of the world. I’m not witless enough to call itempowering,though. That’s silly. Sucking cock is more like reminding the guy I’m with that I could either be his greatest source of pleasure, or his worst fucking nightmare.
Honestly, tonight could have gone either way. It depended on whether he said anything about what happened last Wednesday morning, when I lost half my body’s blood to his mattress.
He didn’t say a damn thing. What a considerate guy. Maybe there’s hope in this world.
He better hope so. Because when he gazes into my eyes, my mouth working him until all I can taste is his skin and precum, he knows he’s looking into the eyes of a woman who has had alotof practice.
I have to admit… he has a very satisfyinggirth,doesn’t he? Not so big I feel my mouth splitting open. Not quite like I’m going to choke to death if I forget how to breathe like a woman who can fucking deep throat. Definitely not so big that I look at it and heave the heartiest guffaw you’ve ever heard coming from a woman about to throw down on a dude’s dick. (Seriously, I’ve seen some massive cocks in my day. I once went out with a guy who was so big I legit asked him how he kept that thing tucked into his trousers without alerting security everywhere he went. He didn’t think it funny. Nor did I think it funny he wanted to stick that in one of my orifices.) But I also appreciate a guy who is the right size for me. Maybe that’s why it feels so good to fuck him. It’s not only emotional catharsis of getting the guy who thought he couldget me.It’s the physical might of a guy who fits into your relaxed, wet pussy so well that you also can’t wait to get this thing down your throat.
Honestly, he could take it a little further, if he tried.
“Is that all you got?” I cajole, my mouth totally off his dick but my grip wound tightly around the base of his shaft. I lift my head far enough for him to entice me with a kiss. I don’t let him have one, though. Kisses are for men who give me what I want. And Iwanta different experience. The more I put my mouth on this guy, the more my body craves the kind of “loving” I’m not going to get with merely anyone. I’m craving sex like it’s going out of style. You could tell me this is my last chance to get laid, and I’d believe you. Or, at least, my body will definitely believe you. It’s throbbing for his thumbs to press into my shoulder blades and hold me down while he rams me. I don’t care from what direction. I don’t care if he comes all over my ass because he got too excited, as long as I get to come first. “Come on, Drew. You got this obnoxious bitch to come up to see you alllll the way from Portland.” I languidly stroke him as I tease his chin with my lips. My hair falls against his open shirt. He continues to grip the edge of his bed, where he’s been clinging ever since we came in here and I sat him down. He thought he was slowly undressing me and taking me every which way to Sunday? Ha! I’m the conductress of this night’s performance. He merely has to play the instrument I hand him.
How about my throat, Drew? Do you know how to play that like a fiddle?
“I know how you look at me.” With one hand still on his dick, the fingers of my other hand lightly brush against his stubble. A man who wasin lovewith me, as his mother loves to put it, would lean into my hand and try to kiss my palm. (Been there. I know what it looks like.) A guy who wants to put me in my place and use me for his own lascivious ends? He’s doing what Drew soon does.
He’s keeping his face pointed toward me, throat growling and knuckles turning white.
“How do I look at you, Princess?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know. “Like I want to fuck you until you scream? Because that’s what I’m thinking.”
“Why scream when I make a multitude of other fun sounds?” Both of my hands land on his legs. I didn’t wear a bra on my trip today. Makes it easier for me to pull down the bust of my dress and entice him with my naked breasts. Not to touch with his hands, oh, no. These things exist for one purpose right now, and that’s to tease his cock with their cleavage. The guy doesn’t have to work for a titty fuck. I hand it to him on a silver platter, and I do all the work.
For five whole seconds. What? Did you think I was puttingmoreeffort into that? Ha! I’m merely planting seeds in his imagination. I want to see how good he is at reading my signs. Let’s see what kind of lover I really have in my hands here.
I don’t travel to Seattle for justanyoneafter all. I want to know that the guy is worth it in the bedroom department.
“I dare you to do it.” I drop my tits and flick my tongue against his tip again. Drew hisses through his teeth, as if I’m the sexiest gal he’s ever beheld. He better think so. When I take him into my mouth again, it’s for the sole purpose of getting what I want.
