Page 53 of Intoxicated
“What exactly are you daring me to do, Princess?” he continues to hiss.
He wants me to talk with his dick in my mouth? Fine!
“Fuck me,” I purr.
That purr is two-fold. He gets to hear my scintillating response,andDrew gets to feel my throat vibrating on his cock. I do give a great hummer, don’t I? Except hummers are for men who take their time to appreciate my skill.
It’s kind of hard to give a guy a hummer when he’s fucking you right in the throat.
My hair snaps against my scalp. My nice dress sleeves fall down my arms. I don’t have time to think about anything else. My throat now belongs to Drew, and if I don’t want to completely choke and ruin the moment, I better concentrate on what I’m doing.
This isn’t one-sided fucking, by the way. Drew doesn’tjustget to pull my hair, still my head, and fuck my mouth like it’s my willing cunt. My muffled cries of surprise and pleasure aren’t reserved for his future spank-bank and nothing else. You thinkIdon’t get something out of this? Please! It was all I could think about the whole train ride up here.“I’m going to blow him so hard he won’t be able to think about anything else for the rest of the night. Blow him so hard he can’t get it up again.”Yes, I thought that to myself with quite the smirk on my face. I daresay everyone on the train knew I was thinking satisfyingly dirty thoughts. You see, it’s the last day of my period, and I have a very firmno below the belt sex when I’m on my periodrule. I don’t care if it’s day six and there’s hardly anything left from my uterus. It’s not happening, and once itisofficially done, I’m taking the longest shower to start a new month. I don’t care about a man’s opinion on it. It’s my body. I fuck when and how I want.
Also, I’m not stupid. Drew was going to want sex. It’s his whole reason for agreeing to bring me up here for a couple of days. When he’s not taking me to eat in some of Seattle’s nicest places, I’m treating myself to a little shopping spree. There are boutiques here in Seattle you can’t get in Portland. Shit, sometimes I come up here by myself, using my own money, but I won’t say no to a man wanting to spoil me.
Even now, Drew is totally spoiling me.
My mouth, jaw, and throat are completely compliant as he fucks me. Maybe I brace myself against his legs a little harder than necessary, but we’ll consider those bruises my love marks for him to remember this moment by. I’m not afraid of what he’ll do to me. He should be afraidof me!
He should be afraid of any woman who continues to look right into his eyes as he fucks her throat.
Every time I lose a little of my concentration, I thank God Drew hasn’t noticed. I don’t want him to stop until he comes. This may shock you, but I actuallywanthis seed shooting into the depths of my throat. I consider it a triumph. The harder he comes, the more I win.
Go on, Drew. Do it.
I fucking dare you.
He gleans as much from my intense stare. I am unwavering in my stance as he tears me apart, trying to make some chauvinistic point about using my throat for his own ends. He’s unrelenting with his thrusts, the power of his hips always two centimeters away from my face. My own depths are hot with arousal and pleading me to get off his dick and hop on it somehow else. But I’ll deny myself for today. Tomorrow, though. Tomorrow, he’s getting the full Cher Lieberman experience.
Right now? I’m his ultimate cool girl fantasy. The one who loves it when he fucks her mouth, slaps her on the face with his wet cock, and works her throat until the first hot wave of seed hits the back of her tongue.
Does she take it a champ, or what?
The struggle was apparent in his eyes. Drew knew that if he came, that was it. He’d be spent, with nothing leftover for other parts of my body. He’s young enough for a shorter refractory period, but we’re at least one hour before he’s ready to go again. I don’t doubt he’d step up and eat me out or finger me wherever I wanted, but I can’t say I see the appeal tonight. Let him have his little fantasy.
Drew collapses back onto his bed. I take my time easing off him, letting both spit and seed linger on his softening cock. He can look at if he likes. I merely prefer to leave a little bit of his own mess behind for him to clean up. (What? I’m not his maid.)
“Did you come all the way up here to do that?” He has one arm flung over his face. I slowly round the corner of his bed, helping myself to the tissues he keeps on the nightstand. “I mean, I’m not complaining, but you’ve decimated the poor guy.”
“Did I?” My one sleeve is still down my arm. Although my tits aren’t popping out of my dress, Drew doesn’t mind staring at my chest. “Weird. I could’ve sworn that was you using up all my energy.”
“You dared me. As we’ve established, I’ll almost always do some sexy thing you’ve dared me to do.”
“Tell me.” I ignore the rest of his statement. Since when am I interested in hearing his excuses? “Do you usually fuck like that? Or am I special, because I’m such a bitch for you to hate-fuck?”
“Are we still calling it hate-fucking? Because I was fondly thinking of your visit today. Could barely keep it in my pants as I thought of all the tender ways I was about to fuck you.”
The sarcasm in his voice isn’t lost on me. I sit next to him, not bothering to lie down. Drew’s hand lazily plays with the base of my zipper. If he had any sliver of strength left in him, he’d pull down my zipper and undress me with the intent of giving me thattendershit. Hmph. “I’m not your girlfriend,” I remind him. “I’m your current fucktoy.”
“If you insist on such wording, I’d hope you at least acknowledge the toying goes in both directions.”
“You think I lie in bed at night fucking myself in the face with my dildos? Hardly.”
“Sounds painful.”
“What do you think that was?”
“Wait a minute…” Drew finds the excuse to sit up. “Wasn’t that what you wanted?”
