Page 83 of Intoxicated
Chapter 27
DREW
Much to my pleasant surprise, Cher transforms into a hearty little minx once we’re back in my Camaro. The valet has barely tossed me the keys when Cher hops in, the slit in her kimono showing off an enticing thigh. I only notice because her knuckles gently rap against it. As soon as I’m in my seat and putting on my safety belt, that flirtatious hand reaches over and grabs the inside ofmythigh.
“Hello!” She has taken me by such surprise that my seatbelt instantly snaps back into place. The valet looks over his shoulder. There’s no doubt he’s caught my girl making a lunge for my cock. He’s probably jealous. I’m more concerned about getting out of the parking lot before I rear-end the parked car a few yards ahead of me. My foot turns more into lead the harder I get in my pants.“Get home, mother fucker!”both scream at me.“You’ve got pussy to plow! Pussy! Plowing! Lots of coming! Ready to burst already! Get us in there, buddy!”I have to inhale a deep breath and pull her hand off me to regather my bearings. Hell, to eventhinkabout my lost bearings.
“Do me a huge favor, would you?” Cher coos into my ear. “Stop playing your cute little games and take me somewhere. I don’t care where. Fuck me wherever we go.”
We’re stuck behind a car waiting to pull onto Broadway. My brain attempts to calculate how long it will take me to drive us back to my place. It might be faster to drive up toherplace, but mine offers more discretion. As much as I’d like to announce to her neighbors in Northwest that I’m fucking her brains out, sober me in the morning would appreciate the privacy. Come on, how long until we get there?
“You want me to fuck you here?” I growl.
Cher’s fingers tip-toe across my thigh, ready to plunge beyond it again. “Bend me over these seats and make the valet watch.”
Ten minutes. It takesten minutes too longto get to my parking garage.
Let me tell you, the amount of restraint I practice getting her ass up to my apartment before I rip her clothes off is unprecedented. I’ve always wanted her, of course, but not sobadly.Not when we’re this far from my bedroom. That wanton gleam in her eye tells me she’s up for anything. All I have to do is ask for it, and she’ll probably do it. Right here in my fucking car.
I lift the hood on the Camaro. Cher is already out, pulling back her hair and making sure I get a great view of her cleavage. Should I go ahead and stick my dick in there, or is that where I’m finishing? I really wish she’d tell me. I can’t tell if she’ll only get off if we do it in public, or if I’m looking at a long,nicenight of sticking it in every hole I can find.
Should I ask which one to start with? Because I’ve got enough virility in me to go multiple rounds. We can take a break in the shower. If we must.
“Seventeen floors,” I mutter, hitting the elevator button. “Then your cunt is all mine.”
The doors haven’t closed before she pushes me against the wall and kisses me.
Actually, I’m not sure it’s akiss.More like an oral hit to the face. Cher grabs my T-shirt and almost yanks my flannel down my arms. Her kimono falls open as my mouth follows suit, and I can’t tell if I’m less of a man for letting her lead this moment or stronger for it.
All I know is that I’m so turned on that I don’t think twice about her getting on her knees and unzipping my jeans.
“What thehell…” My voice trails off into breathy nothingness as I close my eyes and knock my head against the wall. The elevator continues to lurch upward, and her hand continues to stroke my cock until it’s too hard to turn back. Every drop of blood in my body has gone down there. If she stops now, I’ll have theworstcase of blue balls. You know what? I wouldn’t put it past her. “You’re fucking crazy.” I say that as she sucks my tip like a damned lollipop. Oh, shit, I shouldnothave looked down. Her gaze is set to destroy, and I’m the blasted warship sitting like a duck on open waters. Cher means business. She’s going to swallow mewhole.“Somebody could try to catch this elevator at any moment.”
I don’t know how I got those words out. Took a damn miracle, because my chest is tight and my erection is hot. Cher only takes her mouth off long enough to say, “Let them watch, then.
Or join in. I don’t care.”
Imight care. I don’t say that, though. Because no guy I know is going to pull his dick out of a hot girl’s mouth when she’s going at him likethatwith promises for so much more. I’ll simply pray that this elevator stops to pick up another hot chick on my way up to my apartment. Cher seems down for a threesome with another woman.
Actually, how about the elevator doesn’t stop at all? I needed to come five minutes ago, and the closer we get to my floor, the more likely that’s about to happen.
“Fucking crazy,” I repeat under my breath. I’m lulled into heady bliss as the sounds of her sucking my cock echo. “You wanna get caught, don’t you? That shit turns you on.”
A purr erupts around my cock. Fuck me, I’m getting a hummer, and I’m about to explode in her throat. Too bad Cher pulls off two floors shy of mine. “I get turned on by lots of shit, Benton. Like when you call me your slut.”
