Page 63 of Intoxicated
“You’ve already said it,” I say. “You can’t take it back once you’ve said it.”
“I guess it’s a good thing it doesn’t bother you, then.”
“Who says it doesn’t?”
“You.”
I don’t ask for an explanation. It’s in his eyes, which are as clear as they were the first night I met him. I can only imagine what he sees in my fucked-up eyes. The truth of who I am? What Ireallyam? Deep down, we know what I am. Who I am. What powers me to do the things that I do. He can treat me like some puzzle to be solved, but why put that much thought into it? Anyone can look at how I interact with the world, let alone the men in it, and discern how I function. It’s been this way since I hit puberty. Since before, if we really dig into it.
With his hand up my skirt, I slide mine down his pants and clutch his hardening cock.
Ah, yes. We’re in business.
Without a single word uttered between us, Drew rips my skirt upward, clutches my ass, and spreads my legs across his lap. I get very little say in the matter. To the point I don’t care. This is what I want. Isn’t it obvious, from how aroused I already am? Just the thought of him calling me by my real name and throwing me down for sex has thewetdripping down my legs. I don’t hold back the gasp of surprise – and a little pain – as his half-erect cock burrows into me. The louder my acceptance of this pain, the more we’re both turned on. I want every sensation he can give me. Pleasure. Pain. Teasing. Satisfaction. I know that as my cunt gets him fully erect and my neurons fire up with desire, it will feel good. So good, in fact, that I’m nothing but a bouncing doll in his lap.
I really don’t deserve the kiss he plants on my lips or the soft inhale he gives my cleavage. My high-neck T-shirt separates his mouth from my skin, but the sheer amount of heat spreading across my chest has me gripping his shoulders and slamming myself onto his cock. Every thrust has him filling me in ways that only gravity can accomplish, whether I’m riding high or he’s piledriving into the core of my being. For every part of me that hates Drew Benton for being so good at fucking, there’s the other part that wants this to keep going forever. I’m probably never going to meet a lover who gets me on this level again. We’ll inevitably split, because we’re the toxic, sorry excuses for people that we are, but until then… ah, I’ll fuck him as hard as I dare.
“You look a mess.” Those accusatory breaths turn me on more. Drew’s hands are on my hips, pushing down my pelvis, making me a slave to his cock. Slowly, but surely, his tip is traversing the eager spaces of my cunt and getting ready to strike my elusive G-spot. Say hello to one of three men in my whole life who have ever found it. He may be the first one to find it with his damned cock, though. Go figure. “You always screw guys looking like you rolled right out of bed?”
My smile of triumph only grows as he talks dirty. “That’s right. Tell me how nasty I am.”
I slam down in such a way that his response is nothing but a garbled mess of masculine words. My shirt quickly ascends my torso, but doesn’t go over my head. Drew only raises it high enough to give him unfettered access to my breasts. As he sucks my nipples and slips his tongue beneath my tits, I arch my back and roar like a lioness from the overstimulation crashing down upon me. A thick cock in my cunt and a big, nimble tongue on my breasts? Heaven, here I come.
Or Hell, I suppose. I could be going to either.
“Didn’t even shower for you,” I say into the top of his head. Hair covers my face. Could be mine. Could be his. Either way, there is no trace of shampoo in this rendezvous. We’re only a pair of dirty lovers getting dirtier. “You have no idea what I’m covered in. I could be covered in another man for all you know.”
We both know that’s not true. Yet the fierce look I encounter when Drew lifts his head again tells me I’ve unlocked a beastlier part of him.
Oh, good. I had no idea my pussy could get tighter. Bet he didn’t, either.
I’m soon on my back. Abandoned. That’s how I feel when Drew pulls away from me, my legs left spread open and my pussy missing his presence already. My eyes instantly go to his glistening cock. Before I can take pride in how hard and wet I’ve made it, however, Drew pulls my skirt off and tosses it onto the floor like it doesn’t matter. Like I might not plan on wearing it ever again.
“You’re in trouble now.” His growl is both reassuring and menacing, or maybe I mistake reassurance for attraction. I definitely do not fight him off when his hand lightly encloses my throat. I never struggle to breathe. Not as long as I stay perfectly still. Except those panic-driven parts of my brain are now alive with adrenaline. Will we stay like this while he fucks me? Am I supposed to feel like his prisoner? His sex slave? God knows how many boyfriends have gotten off on that scenario, especially those that never admit it. They go for the throat and the one-two pumps.
Not Drew. Every movement, every look, everybreathis part of a moment. He’s getting himself off. Gettingmeoff. I don’t want it to stop. It can’t end. Not now. Not when my legs are spreading so wide for him that hehasto call me a slut again. That’s all I fucking want. Just tell me what a big ol’ whore I am, Drew. Call meyourwhore. Take a little dominance and possessiveness into your hands. I may be a sullied, dirty whore, but by God, I can be all yours for a few nights.
Yes, I know I sound insane. No, I don’t care. Not when I’m so aroused that I can’t stop thinking about his cock consuming me.
His hand lowers from my throat. The look in his eyes does not fade, however.
I expect him to flip me over, bury my face in his bed, and fuck me until he can’t manage another thrust. Every inch of my body is ready for it. I’m prepared to hold my breath andtake it.Honestly, it can’t come soon enough.
Instead, Drew sits back and pulls me back into his lap. Except this time I’m facing forward, his hands securing me to his chest while his cock slams against the brunt of my pussy.
“I want you to look in the mirror while I fuck you,” he growls. Sure enough, I open my eyes to discover we’re looking right into the vanity on the other side of the room. My vision may be obscured, but I can make outus.He’s got his pants on. I’ve got my shirt on. That’s the only clothing between us. My hair is a mess as he tosses it out of the way so he can suck on the side of my neck and the top of my shoulder. My hands have nowhere to go except the arm wrapped around my chest. My pussy doesn’t have to think about where it’s going. It’s on his cock again within two seconds, my cries of desire echoing in this high-rise bedroom. “I want you to know what you look like when you fuck a man dry.”
I’m not vain enough to film sex tapes and watch them later, but I understand the thrill of watching myself have sex, especially when I’m meant to get off from the latent shame infusing my body. Isn’t it amazing how easily my body accommodates him? He’s so much bigger than me. His cock stretches me wide open in this position. If this were porn, the camera would be making a beeline for my pussy milking his shaft like I needed his cum yesterday. It’s not just him bouncing my ass with his thighs. I’m 100% throwing myself into it, completely abandoning any and all propriety so I can get off on the moment.
“Yes,” I say, as he hooks my hands beneath my thighs and spreads my legs so wide that I now rely on him to do all the fucking. My arms wrap behind him. My fingers can almost touch. I don’t want them to touch and ruin the sensation of him completely owning me. “Yes!”
Yes to what? To this feeling? To him getting everything he wants? Yes to who I am? Yes to the orgasm forcing me to close my eyes so I can appreciate every damn moment? Definitelyyesto the growl perpetually sounding in my ear.
“Call me a slut again.” My orgasm wans, but another is hot on its heels. This time, he better come with me. “I fucking love it when you call me a slut.”
One finger touches my clit. I’m almost off like a rocket, but it was only a tease.
“Why tell you?” That’s all Drew says before he thrusts up into me so deep that I’m split wide open.
