Drunk Girl's Fantasies Bundle: 3 Short Story Collection (Restless, Reckless & Rowdy) (The Intoxicating Trio) (12 page)

“Very nice,
Hailie.”  His hands move over and he slides both of his thumbs into my slick pussy.  My whole body quivers with the soft massages to the sensitive skin around my entrance.  His fingers slide over and around my labia.  Moving his hands he pushes up into me with two thick, long fingers, hitting that magic spot almost immediately causing my pussy to come alive.  It’s like it was in hibernation and now with a jolt of electricity it’s awake again. 

He stares at me, and I know what he’
s doing.  He’s watching his fingers plunder my pussy. He watches as his fingers glistening with my juices thrusts in and out of my body.  “You’re fucking gorgeous.”  I clench around him, the little muscles inside rippling against his fingers.

He looks up as I look down, our eyes meet and I burn and throb.  A small smile plays at my lips.  He slides his fingers from my body and wraps them around my thighs to hold me still.  My senses can’t keep up and we’ve barely began our sexual exploration. 

“Please, Foster.”  I feel my belly spasm in urgent need.

“I’ve got
ya.”  He straightens up from his crouching position to his full height, his powerful thighs bunching as he rises.  His hands skim over my hips, around the rounded globes of my ass, up my sides and take my dress with him as his hands rise.  He kisses a path up my body as he goes.  He places soft kisses up the center of my belly; his tongue delves into my navel with a swirl, tugging at my belly ring, nips at the warm skin on the underside of my breasts, zings shoot to my already drenched pussy.  I raise my arms as he lifts the dress over my head and throws it on the filing cabinet near the wall.  Some of the stacked papers on the top flutter to the floor and I can’t pull my eyes away distracted as they float back and forth until they finally land on the floor. 

I struggle for air as the magnitude of my situation finally hits me in full force. 

I’m naked. 

Fuckin
g naked. 

Standing in front of Foster and I’m fuckin
g naked. 

My heart hammers in my chest, my legs a bit unsteady.

“Focus, babe.”  He shakes his head as if he’s amused.  His voice comes out husky with a slight chuckle right before he stands up and in a smooth move lifts me up and cradles me in his arms with very little effort.  “Believe me, babe, you don’t disappoint.” 

I feel my body softening at his praise.

“That’s right, sweetheart.”  He carries me to his desk and moves stuff around before sitting me on the cold, hard surface.  He opens one of the drawers and deposits my panties inside like a treasure.  “Now I can smell your musky spice whenever I want.” 

I chuckle at my thoughts.  “You didn’t swipe it to the floor like in the movies.”

He leans forward with his fists against the edge of the desk between my legs pushing them open.  His warm breath brushes by my ear.  “I can barely find stuff now.” 

I realize I’m panting as heat pulses through me with every inhalation.  I can’t ignore the heat of his hands where they lay between my legs on the desk and I pray with all my might that he’ll move them just a tad and touch my burning flesh again.

He moves closer so I spread my legs wider making more room for his large body.  He closes his teeth on the muscle between my shoulder and neck.  I gasp as currents of electricity flash to my groin in pulsing waves.  I want to clench my thighs together.  I need to clench my thighs together, but his hands and wrists and huge body are in the way. 

He chuckles.  “I feel
ya.”  He lifts one hand and clasps the vulnerable curve of my neck.  He licks his lips, watching as I drop my gaze and follow the movement of his tongue.  His fist grabs a shank of my hair and forces my head back, positioning his face mere inches above my mouth.  He grinds his lips over mine, taking possession, forcing his tongue inside, smothering any sounds I make as I open wide for him.  He’s given me no choice.  His tongue plunges, demanding my response. 

He growls, smashing his lips against mine in a jaw-dropping, gut-wrenching kiss.  His tongue delves into my mouth and I suck it deep.  His taste overtly sensual, immensely erotic, masterful, almost intimidating with his prowess.

I rip my lips from his and stare at him with wide eyes, my blood pumping violently through my veins.  “Are you just gonna play with me, Foster, or are we gonna get down to some real business?”  I ask, my voice sounding strangled and slightly husky.  Bringing my hands up to his shoulders, I clutch at the fabric of his T-shirt, wrinkling it between my fingers.

His finger slides along the side of my clit, not quite touching it and it makes me mad so I thrust my hips high off the desk and I hear him chuckle. 

“Patience is a virtue.”

“I’m going to kill you,” I grunt effortlessly trying to move his hand closer to my clit.  Full contact.  I need
fucking
full contact.

“No you won’t.” 

“Fine,” I growl.  “I’ll do it myself.”  My hand rushes towards my clit and he grabs for my wrists.  I can’t shake him, he’s too strong.

“Ah.  Ah.  Ah.”  He pushes my hand under my bottom.  “I’ve got you.” 

Finally his finger slides down the cleft to my pussy and enters me in one swift motion.  “So fucking tight.”  He groans.  “Dripping fuckin’ wet.”  He plunges another finger inside me and curls them around to press at just the right spot.  The marvelous little packet of nerves causes my whole body to latch onto his fingers uncontrollably and not let go.  I fall back to the desk, knocking something to the floor, and my eyes close in ecstasy.  My hips rise to meet his fingers, stroke for stroke. 

  His right hand trails down my body, his eyes heavy with concentration.  His lips trail down my neck following the same path as his hand.  My head drops back, giving him better access as I gasp for air.  My nipples strain, reaching for his touch and he finally complies with their obvious demands.  He lays his palm directly over their hardness and rubs.  The calluses of his palm rub deliciously, dark, almost painfully sharp stabs of pleasure that arrow from the tips.  Definitely delicious. 

I let out a small cry.  He moves his hand and captures my nipple with his mouth.  Taking possession of my other nipple with his palm, he rubs and scrapes over the distended peak with the same thoroughness as the first until it darkens into a deep, deep shade of berry. 

My breath hitches as my nipples become even more engorged and sensitive.  His attention is on the verge of being too painful.  He switches again as his mouth captures the other nipple and sucks it in deep.  Biting down at the same time his fingers slide from my body to stroke my clit.  I moan as wave after wave of sensations spread through me.  I feel as if I’m going to fly off the desk as his fingers move faster and faster. 

Gripping his head, the raspy feel of his well shaven head sends tingles shooting out of my fingertips.  He lifts his head from my breasts leaving me feeling bereft.

“No.  No.  No.  No.  No.”  I drag out the last ‘no’.  “I’m so close,” I whimper, lifting up.  “So close.”

“I know.”  

I frown at the wicked gleam in his eyes.  His fingers enter me again while I’m distracted and my ass leaves the desk.  Then another finger. 
Oh, God, yes
.  I buck my hips up against him.  So close.  So close. 
“God, I’m so close.”
 

“I know.”  His fingers slide from my body again and I growl in frustration.

“What the fuck, Foster,”
I cry out.  “You are so doing that on purpose!”

“I’m making you work for it.”  His grin wicked.  No, it’s so much more than that it’s positively evil.  Like he’s rubbing his hands together and twisting the ends of his mustache evil.

“What have I ever done to you?” I pant.

“You’ve been walking around this club practically naked, shaking your tight little ass in my face for months and now I’ve got you right where I want you and I’m going to enjoy every last
fuckin’ gorgeous inch of your body.”

Sliding down my body, he sits back in his desk chair with his face even with my pussy.  His finger runs lightly along the swollen, pulsing flesh surrounding my entrance.  “So
fuckin’ hot.”  He leans in and circles my entrance with only the barest touch of his tongue.  “Sweet.” 

“Then I’ll let you enjoy every
fuckin’ inch of my body.”  He sits back and traces the outer labia.  “God, you are so fuckin’ swollen.”

That sounds almost fair
.  Emphasis on
almost
.  I wiggle my hips searching for his fingers, for his tongue, for his mouth, anything to ease the ache.

He slaps the side of my thigh.  “Lay still.” 

“What…”  I lick my lips.  Swallow. 

Pulling back my hood he reveals my inflamed clit, red and glistening with need.  He circles my clit with his finger before circling it with his tongue and then clamps down on it.  He fastens onto it tightly for several seconds and my breath hitches before he flicks his tongue around and around the swollen nub sending heat languidly throughout my body, his tongue determined and diabolical.  Then two fingers thrust deep into me curling up and thrusting against that spot as his tongue glides up and down my dark pink inner folds not even coming close to touching my clit. 

“Foster.”

He’s watches me hungrily as his fingers continue their rhythmic pump in and out and his tongue continues with its leisurely gliding path up and down and up and down taking tiny nibbles over my plump labia. 

Starting to fade, I begin to soften atop his desk.  I relax into his mouth’s sensual massage, being lulled by his relaxed exploration.   Sliding his hands over my hips he clenches firmly over my bottom, holding me in place as he smashes his mouth over my entire pussy.  His fingers thrusting deep as his teeth scrape over my clit devouring me with a smoldering intensity that sends me flying over the edge. 

My muscles go rigid.  My white-knuckled fingers grip the edge of the desk above my head as my hips rise from the desk encouraging his hunger and I shatter. 

His tongue continues stroking my clit setting a firm, quick rhythm.  I rock against his mouth, moaning and as soon as I start to fall limp, he licks me from my pulsing clit, over my perineum to just before the rosette of my ass, he sucks my clit into his mouth, bites down and the ripples start all over.  His tongue lashes back and forth and side to side.  He slides his hand up my body and pinches my nipple. 

“Foster.”  My head rolls from side to side.  “I can’t.”

Rolling and tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger, my hips rise up, up, up.

“I can’t.”

“You will,” he demands in a soft voice.  He grunts, bites down on my clit and pinches my nipple hard and I do. 

B
am
I go off again. 

Just like that.  

My body arches and I cry out over and over too weak and too tired to fight it. 

My eyes close, my breath coming in pants.  I can’t hear anything but the sound of my blood roaring through my veins. 
“OhmyGod.  OhmyGod.  OhmyGod.  OhmyGod,”
  I just keep repeating that phrase over and over and over again.  A delicious euphoria spreads throughout my body.  The same kind of feeling I get after a really good show.  I take that back.  This is five million times better.

Finally, I start to get control of my body and lift myself up on my elbows noticing him sitting back in his chair.  His chest is bare except for the thick thatch of black hair that arrows down the center of his chest and those nipple rings.  Those fucking sexy nipple rings.  They are rings with the stainless steel ball in the center.  They aren’t big, or thick, just there and—fucking sexy.  

I want to play with them.  Lick them.  Let them slide over the tip of my tongue.  Shaking myself out of my trance, I notice his well-worn jeans are undone, laying open with his proud cock jutting from the short, dark hair at the V of his thighs.  His long, thick cock wrapped in his big hand with pearls of liquid seeping from the slit.  His eyes lift from my still pulsing pussy as his hand continues the leisurely stroking of his erection from the thick base to the bulbous crown.  His biceps bunch and lengthen with each rub of his hand.  I watch his chest and ridged abs rise and fall as he takes deep, even breaths. 

“Wow
.”  I drag in a breath at the sight.  My eyes grow wide, my tongue instinctively wetting my lips.  He’s just sitting there waiting for me.  So sexy.  “Need some help?”  My mouth goes dry and I swallow hard before swiping my tongue over my lips again. 

“I’m so
fuckin’ hard; I couldn’t keep him in my pants any longer without busting out the seams.”  He sits up and curls his hands around my ankles, with his eyes hot on mine; he begins pulling me to the edge of the desk.  My hands land on his thick muscled arms.  With tentative fingers, I stroke his bulging, corded biceps, shivering at the raw power there. 

His head dips
in and I see his eyes are amused and dark.  “Something catch your attention, babe?”  I watch as he lifts his hand and tugs on one of his nipple rings.  “Wanna touch?”

“Can I?”  The words come out raspy and feel forced from my dry mouth.

“Please do.”  His mouth quirks up on the corners and I don’t even notice.  I’m so enthralled with the way his thick fingers are tugging on the nipple ring.