41 Story of Nikki Lindsey

CHAPTER 41: DRUNK LOVE

I can't remember, but I felt like floating in the air.

Where am I? 

Uncertain if I speak to my head or I voice it out?

But I feel a damp cloth rubbing my bare skin.

"Um…"

My body is heavy. Why was I drunk? I tried to open my eyes, but they were droopy. I want to recall what I did, but my head is throbbing. Hmm, his touch. It flames my body. It added to the heat I was feeling already.

Ugh! Why am I here? I tried to answer this question in my head.

Oh, shit! We were supposed to sleep together again, but it bore me waiting, so I got drunk.

I was naked, but he only scrubbed my body with a damp towel. Is he angry because I got drunk?

I am foolish. I should limit myself to alcohol as I can't handle it.

I felt the bed move, and I panicked. Did he sit up? Is he leaving me now?

"Wait! Ouch!"

I feel my world turning around above my head, so I hold on to him tightly. I'm afraid to fall. I made a sudden stand and caught his waist.

Is this his back? It was lean and wide. I rested my head. I could feel firm muscles underneath his clothes.

Then he was still in his business suit? I thought. I heaved a deep breath. He smells familiar, and it is pleasant to my nose.

And I don't know where I got my strength when I pushed him on the bed and rode him.

"Let's have sex now."

* * *

Inviting like this, I am just a man who has my weakness. But it was not just any woman; it was just her.

I was shocked when I caught her being drunk like this. Honestly, I want a healthy child, but her womb is still safe since the result is negative.

On the other hand, I gave her permission to have a drink while I couldn't leave the office. I never thought she would raid my bar instead. Since it's my fault, I can't scold her tomorrow. But I worry.

I carried her and brought her to the room upstairs. I get a hand towel and lukewarm water. Undressing her, I began wiping her body, and it was a hard job on my end. But then—

"Let's have sex now."

I froze to my feet when she hugged me from behind. She had no idea how I was fighting the urge to devour her the moment I had a glimpse of her bare body. 

She's drunk, and I don't want to force myself onto her when she is not in her right mind.

I admit I like her bolder role. But she doesn't know what she is doing at the moment. Thus, I tried to restrain myself. However, she pushed me into the bed, climbed, and rode on me. It's the biggest mistake of effort she ever made.

She throws herself at me and reaches for my mouth. The moment I got to taste those lips, I admitted defeat. And I began to work to satisfy my hunger.

My hand had its own life to wander her entire body and touch every inch of her nudity. Letting her hand wander mine put me at the height of my euphoria. I was only controlling my desire to devour her right then...

She cried when I buried my teeth in her nape. It's been over a week, and my orgasm has threatened me. And I can no longer wait to invade her secret bliss. Parting her legs while she was on her knees, I made a slow thrust until she got used to my eager comrade. Propelling my pace, I found her sweet spot, as she was then shrieking louder. I push her body down to the bed. Her breathing is getting rough, but her body is moving alongside the rhythm of my thrust. So I cannot stop but happily satisfy both of our bodies.

She's drunk, but it made her wild and bolder. I growl when I feel that sharp pain she creates after she bites my arm.

But her body collided with mine, meeting every thrust I pressured to her secret bliss. Then she tightened her legs and buried her heel; her fingers scratched my hip as she tried to grasp them while breathing huffily beneath me.

But I want to last longer, this pleasure building up within my core, so I buried it deeper.

* * *

Shit! I got drunk last night! What happened, by the way?

Something I could remember, but it was all vague. Did we do it? Oh my God! He's here! I can't pull the sheets. He's wrapped half of the blanket.

Gladly, the room was dark, I could barely see his nakedness, but I felt his body. I think he is sleeping on his stomach, giving his back to me.

I glanced out the window, and it looked like still night. I wonder what time it is. I need to go home!

I haven't sobered up. My head throbs with such pain. I need a hot shower and sneak out here.

Finally, I successfully get in the bathroom, hitting nothing on my way. I quickly took a shower, but I heard the shower door slides open. Did he follow me? But I didn't see his face or anything. I was still safe for our arrangements.

I swallowed.

"I— I didn't look at you," I said. I know it was a desperate reason. "I will finish my shower, then go home."

However, I could feel him standing behind me. He places a blindfold on me. I gasped and shut my eyes tightly… then I felt a soft fabric covering my eyes. I froze again when I felt that cold liquid dripping on my body.

The next I feel is his hand lathering the liquid soap from my back, then he grabs my breast, massaging them. One of his hands trailed down my belly.

My body was in pain. But he gently pressed the muscles, and it eased the tension. I groan. As I breathed heavily, he turned the shower on, and the soap washed away. His hand played my secret bliss, and I could feel his hardness on my lower back. He inserted two of his fingers, enough for me to whimper and reach for his neck to hold on to him.

Slowly, he grabs my shoulder to face him. I was chasing my breath when he covered my mouth, kissing me lovingly. He deepens his kisses while he pulls one of my legs and pins them to his hip.

I tug my arms around his neck and hold him in. He slowly made his way inside me. Once our body becomes one, he grips my bottom and carries me. Slowly, he made gentle thrusts. And my body responded. I was riding on him, grinding my lower body to his hard-on. I guess the alcohol has still ruled my body.

I felt the wall on my back, and he sped up, slamming his lower hip into me. I feel embarrassed because my voice echoes in the entire bathroom. But I think it was a pleasing sound for both of our ears.

I was screaming, and he was growling upon feeling the build-up of the pleasure about erupting. I buried my face between his shoulder and neck as I gasped for air.

I dreamed of having sex in the bathtub, but I got sex under the shower. We both finally climb the peak of our ecstasy, and our body quivers from the waves of convulsions caused by the explosion of our lust.

He left the room, and I was still regaining my strength from the extra activity we shared. My legs were still shaking, but I was pleasurably pleased.

He's taking me to a place where I don't know I could get out...

I waited for a half-hour before I stepped out of the bathroom. There's small light lit in the room, and my things are on the table. There is a note telling me to open the closet. He filled it with various female clothes. It made me dizzy choosing what is more elegant when everything is lovely. So I choose a pink dress.

It seems still dark. I checked the time on my phone, and it was 4 o'clock. Wow.

Oh, he texted me.

"I will unlock the bedroom door once I finish making you a hangover soup."

What? Is he cooking for me? And this is enough for my heart to flip and flutter. Then I can boast to his child that he is thoughtful and prepared me good meals—one of the made-up stories I came up with. 

I'm hopeless... 

But I do wonder if it is as good as Theo's dishes. Now I am comparing him to Theo. Wait… Why would I remember him when I have just shared intimacy with someone else? I've gone crazy again.