Drunk Girl's Fantasies Bundle: 3 Short Story Collection (Restless, Reckless & Rowdy) (The Intoxicating Trio) (5 page)

I bite the inside of my cheek and arch wildly, bucking and pressing my hot wetness into his face.  He lavishes the edges of my labia with flat tongue swipes making me cry out.  Desperate.  Desperate to come with a real life, flesh and blood man and not just any man, but
him
.   My goddamned secret fantasy for the past year.

Gripping his hair, I hold him close and tug at the same time.  The pressure builds inside me almost too much to bear as he starts to lick the top of my opening.  A place on my body that is extra sensitive.  A place most men ignore but he’s thorough.  He gives it large strokes, long strokes, short strokes.  His hands slide under my ass and grip my cheeks pressing me even tighter to his face as his tongue starts making quick flicks in and out.  Ripples start high in my belly working their way down until they gather in that one spot tightly bound together ready to explode. 

“Oh God.  Oh God.  Oh God!” 
I buck and bounce in his hands.  I am hot, wet, and grinding against him and he’s driving me out of my mind.  I raise my legs, my heels dig into the buttery-soft leather couch cushion with small moans and soft keening cries escaping past my lips. 

“Come for me, Daredevil.”  He bites down on my clit.  “Come for me, Ashley.”  He sucks me deep into his mouth and rams two fingers deep inside my body. 

I explode in an array of colorful fireworks and lights behind my eyes.  My cries reverberate throughout the room, echoing off the stone fireplace.  “Gage!”  I scream.  He continues licking and sucking and doesn’t stop until I can’t move a single muscle.

“I’m sorry, Daredevil,” he groans against my belly.  “I’ve got to fuck you now.”  He snags his jeans from the floor and pulls out a foiled wrapped condom and rips it open sheathing himself quickly and positions himself between my legs.

“Do it,” I pant, wriggling against him.  “Do it hard, Gage.”

He edges up my body as if he’s in no hurry at all and latches onto one of my sensitized nipples plunging deep at the same time.  His hands sweep down my sides to grasp my ass.

I sigh in relief.  He’s finally inside me.  His hard, hot length fills me magnificently.

“Perfect,” he growls around my nipple and it rumbles deep inside.  He looks up at me with a delicious hint of devilry glinting in his eyes and I move my hips. 

My lashes lift.  My tongue flicks out and moistens my suddenly dry lips.  “Fuck me, Gage.” 

Desire flares in his eyes, making my pussy clench.  “Yes, ma’am,” he says hoarsely between laughs and begins to move and I start to tremble all over again.   He plunges wildly between my legs.  Hard and fast.  Soft and slow.  Circling and thrusting.  All of it exactly what I wanted.  Exactly what I had hoped it would be. 

“You feel so good, Ashley.”  He groans right before he lunges up and captures my mouth.  “You’re so wet and tight around my dick.  So good, baby.”  He groans against my mouth, sucking my tongue into his mouth and thrusting his into mine. 

My need grows again as he pumps deep, his chest glistening with a fine sheen of sweat mirrored on his back as I rub my hands over his sides and up and down his spine.  He’s sleek and muscly and tanned and beautiful and I’m completely enthralled. 

“I’ve been dying to know what it would feel like having you squeeze my cock with your tight little body, Ashley.” 

I moan loudly as he reaches between our bodies and circles my clit, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb at the same time thrusting deep and shallow.  Deep and shallow. 

“I’m coming again, Gage.”  I cry out as another orgasm rocks through me.  So boneless I don’t know if I will ever be able to move again even though the walls of my pussy are rippling deliciously still as my head falls back against the mound of pillows. 

He grabs my hips, sits back on his heels and rams his cock deep over and over frantically pounding into my slick opening until finally with a guttural roar, his orgasm rips through him. 

I watch as he sits back on his heels, his head bowed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cock still firmly planted in my body.  I feel his cock jerking inside of me as his breath slows. 

Pulling out, he moves from the couch to discard the used condom before lying back down and pulling me tight against his body.   “That was
fuckin’ hot, Daredevil.”

I grin and I know he can feel my lips move against his chest.  “Yeah,
fuckin’ hot.”             

***
 

“Huh,” I mumble sleepily, tucked up good and tight, my head lies on his shoulder as my hand rests comfortably across his ridged abdomen, his wiry chest hairs tickling my cheek as we are now comfortably ensconced in his king-sized bed.

“Why were you dancing tonight at that club?”

Sheets rustle as I push myself up and prop my chin on his chest so that I can see his face.
                I blow out a breath.  “It’s silly really.  Actually kinda embarrassing.” 

“More embarrassing than dancing on a pole in a club full of strangers?”

I snort at his question that in no way takes me by surprise.  “I guess you have a point.”  So I relay the whole sad story about too much tequila and how each of us wrote down a dare or our deepest darkest fantasy and that’s how I ended up dancing around a stripper pole.

“Damn.”  He gives me a look that scorches all the way down to my toes and even more so since we are lying naked together in his bed.  “You girls are crazy.  I didn’t realize that before I moved in across the street.” He leans up on his elbows and places one hand behind my head dragging me up his body until we are nose to nose. 

“It’s not the norm…”

He cuts me off, lifts his hand to frame one side of my face, his thumb sweeping across my bottom lip. 

My breath comes out a little fast at his close proximity.

Grinning, he leans even closer, his eyes roam my face while his thumb does another sweep of my lip.  “So are you done pole dancing in public?”

“God yes.”  I shudder at the thought of ever stepping up on a stage again.

He kisses my nose.  “Good, because I’m laying claim.”

“You’re what?”  Even though inside I’m feeling all warm, toasty, and fluttery.

“I know you heard me.”  He chuckles.  “I’m laying claim.”

“But you haven’t even heard what the other girls are doing yet.”

He flashes a smile.  “I’ll worry about that tomorrow.”

“Okay, but I’m warning you...”

“I’ve been warned.”  His voice drops right before he flips me over and settles himself right between my thighs so he can look me in the eyes.  “I guess the only way I’m
gonna get you to shut up is to kiss you, right?”

I nod my head and don’t say a word, but I sigh loudly, restless and ready for more.

And with purposeful movements his mouth claims me, his tongue claims me, and his body claims me. 

I
thread my fingers through the chain-link fence that surrounds the race track and watch the cars go round and round and round until I think I’m gonna be dizzy.  Now that I’m standing here, I don’t even know if I can go through with it.  Ashley will kill me if I don’t.  She’s already danced around a pole and hooked up with her neighbor, Gage, the hot detective guy.  That now seems way easier than what I’ve got planned. 

The crappy part about the whole thing is the write down the fantasy stuff was all my idea. 
Yeah, let’s write down what we want most of all and have at it
.  I must have been out of my damn mind.  I’ve been kicking myself ever since.  I had to go and write down a fuck fest with my high school sweetheart.  Really?  Oh, yeah, Georgia.  Good idea.  So what that he’s super famous now and surrounded by super models and car calendar chicks all fucking day long. 

Real smart.

“Car number ten?”  Ashley asks, her fingers gripping the metal links as well, her face turned my direction.

I move my hot pink acoustic earmuffs.  “Huh?”  The cars are so damn loud I haven’t a clue what she just said.

“Number ten?” Ashley holds up ten fingers with her brows raised.

I smile and nod.  “Number ten.”  I turn back to the track and watch the cars come around the curve again.  God he’s good.  Rumors abound that he might even win the Indy 500 this year or die trying.  Which is not what I like to hear.  Die trying?  Do they really feel that strongly about their sport?  Does he?

Hailie touches my arm and as I turn to her she mouths, “This is fuckin’ hot, chica.”

I grin back and mouth, “Yep.”

“How were you able to get us in here?”  Halie asks as she flips her long blonde hair back over her shoulders glinting in the sun.  I grin.  It really is a lost cause.  The wind is so high today we should have all just worn ponytails.  Would have been a whole lot smarter.

I lean in close so she can hear me.  “My dad has done some work for the track.”  I shrug.  “He’s here today.  Somewhere.”  I put my hand above my
Fendi sunglasses with black and pewter crystals on the sides and scan the pit.  There are so many guys running around in jump suits I couldn’t pick him out if my life depended on it.

Hailie
gives me a thumbs up and a smile.

Jake Mitchell.  My first love and so far my only love.  I’ve yet to meet anyone that makes me want to give up my fantasy of being his wife, bearing his children, white picket fence and all that jazz.  I ‘ve actually had dreams of standing in the winner’s circle with my magnum of champagne and pouring it over his head as he holds up his arms waving to the crowd.  I’d call myself a loser, but I refuse to do that.  So we’ll just move on.  I chuckle at the thoughts running through my head. 

My dad has worked on cars his whole life and he’s really good, so when the Nashville Motor Speedway was actually open for races they would sometimes have him on site.  Just in case.  Growing up around the guys was fun.  I was sad to see the track close so close to home.  Now if you want to see a race, you have to drive to Bristol. 

Jake’s dad and my dad are friends, have been for years.  We lived down the street from each other, ate dinner, played outside, all the things that children do together.  In high school we started dating when I was a sophomore and he was a senior.  Both our parents thought it was cool.  I definitely thought it was cool.  Jake thought it was cool long enough to take my virginity after prom his senior year, then dump me in the fall when he went away to the University of Tennessee in Knoxville. 

Wham Bam thank ya, ma’am.
 

Fuck me.  And he did.

I learned a lot that summer.

I cried a lot that summer.

And I put Jake in a file in the back of mind that sometimes surfaces when my life isn’t going to way I want it to.  Like now.  So when Ashley, Hailie, and I sat down with a full bottle of tequila a few weeks ago and ended the night with a slip of paper with a fantasy written on it, I didn’t hesitate to write down
fuck Jake Mitchell like there’s no tomorrow.

So here I am with the girls calling in any favor I can to get us here today while they are doing some practice runs in Jake’s new car.  He asked my dad to go on the road with him this year during the season and
Voila!
Here I am.  Front row seats for the practice.  It’s definitely worth the noise. 

Hailie
grabs my hand, taking my mind off Jake for a minute.  “How much longer?” she mouths.  She mimes taking a drink.  “I’m thirsty,” she mouths.

“Okay,” I mouth, tapping Georgia on the arm and say, “Drink?”

She smiles, putting her hand around her throat like she’s dying of thirst.

I slap her on the arm.  “You’re silly.”

So here we are three city girls dressed in fuck-me heels and dresses that barely cover our asses in the middle of the day at a race track with a bunch of hot guys in jump suits and good ole boys in the stands staring holes in our already barely there clothing.  We skip down the concrete steps to the soda machines to get something to ease the dryness of our throats.

“I’ve
gotta pee,” Hailie shouts as we walk into the concrete tunnel where it suddenly gets really quiet and we all giggle.  She dances back and forth on her strappy sandals.  “Now.”

“Fine.”  I grab her hand and we all clomp the rest of the way down the stairs.

Ashley trots next to us, trying to keep up with our long-legged strides.  “Why aren’t we taking the elevator?”

“We’re burning more calories this way,” I say.

“Good idea,” Ashley laughs.  “But can I eat something that needs burned off before we do that, please?”

“Quit your whining,”
Hailie cries.  “I’m getting a hot fudge sundae when we leave this place.”  She fans her pink cheeks.  “It’s too hot to be standing outside this long.  I’m dying for some air-conditioned air.”

“Georgie Porgy.”  I’d know that raspy, gravelly voice anywhere. 

Now this would be funny if it was anyone else, but seeing as how it’s happening to me, I find it quite horrifying.  You have to understand the sound of his voice is ingrained in my mind.  No matter how long it has been since I’ve actually been face to face with him.  His is the voice I hear when I think of my future.  So now, all the sudden, I’m too nervous to turn around.  I’ve changed my mind.  Now where’s the exit?