Day 6: High/Intoxicated Sex

Day 6: High/Intoxicated Sex

The world around Lucy was a kaleidoscope of colors, swirling and shifting, blending into one another in a dizzying dance that made her head swim. The walls of the small room seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat, and every sound was amplified, echoing inside her skull like the thrum of a distant drum. She blinked, trying to focus, but the edges of everything blurred together, leaving her lost in a haze of bright, distorted reality.

She stumbled forward, her legs shaky beneath her as she caught herself on the edge of the bed. Her skin felt hot, almost too tight, and her heart was racing, pounding in her chest with a wild, frantic rhythm. She'd meant to take Buffout, something to help her feel strong, powerful—but she had grabbed the wrong bottle. Instead of the familiar surge of strength, she was trapped in the strange, euphoric daze of Daytripper, her senses heightened and twisted in ways she hadn't anticipated.

Lucy's eyes darted around the room, her gaze landing on Cooper, who sat on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed in concern as he watched her stumble. She could hear him speaking, his voice soft and steady, but the words didn't quite reach her. The only thing she could focus on was him—his body, his warmth, the way his chest rose and fell with every breath. A sudden, overwhelming need crashed over her, hotter and more insistent than anything else she could feel in her Daytripper haze.

She wanted him. She needed him.

"Lucy," Cooper said, his voice firm but gentle as he stood, reaching out to steady her. "You took Daytripper by mistake. You need to sit down, let this pass."

But Lucy wasn't listening. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as her fingers grazed his chest. "I don't care," she whispered, her voice slurred and thick with desire. "I want you."

"Lucy…" Cooper began, his tone warning now, but Lucy was already moving, her hands sliding down his torso, her fingers tugging at his belt with a desperate, clumsy urgency.

"No," he said firmly, grabbing her wrists, stopping her hands in their tracks. "You're not in your right mind. You need to stop."

But the command didn't register. Lucy's entire world had narrowed to the singular focus of Cooper, and the wild, uncontrollable need that pulsed through her veins. Her hands fought against his grip, her body pressing against his as she let out a breathless laugh, her eyes flicking up to meet his.

"I want you so bad," she breathed, her voice thick with hunger. "I need to feel you…"

"Lucy, stop," Cooper said again, his voice strained as he tried to maintain control. "You're high. This isn't you."

But Lucy was insistent. She broke free from his grip, her hands moving faster now, yanking his belt open with a force that made Cooper stumble backward, his legs hitting the edge of the bed as he sat down hard. Before he could stop her, she was on her knees in front of him, her fingers tugging his pants down with frantic, hurried movements.

"Lucy, no," Cooper growled, his hands grabbing her shoulders to push her back, but she was too fast, her mouth already closing around his flaccid cock, her lips warm and wet as she took him into her mouth with an eagerness that sent a jolt of conflicting emotions rushing through him.

"Fuck, Lucy, stop—" he gasped, his body reacting instinctively to the sudden heat of her mouth, even as his mind screamed at him to pull her away. But he couldn't seem to move, couldn't seem to make himself stop her, the sensation of her tongue swirling around him clouding his judgment, pushing him closer to the edge of losing control.

Lucy moaned softly around him, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him deeper into her mouth, her movements sloppy but desperate, the taste of him intoxicating in her haze. She could feel him hardening against her tongue, his body responding to her even though he had told her no, and the knowledge sent a rush of power through her, her lips curling into a smile as she sucked him harder.

"Lucy…" Cooper groaned, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him, his knuckles white as he fought against the pleasure building inside him. He knew he should stop her, knew he should pull her away and make her lie down until the drugs wore off, but the way her mouth felt on him—the heat, the pressure, the sheer need in her every movement—was driving him insane. His body was betraying him, his cock growing harder with every stroke of her tongue, every soft moan she made.

Lucy's pace quickened, her mouth moving faster as she felt him grow fully hard against her lips. She loved the way he filled her mouth, the way his body tensed beneath her, the power she held in her hands—literally and figuratively. Her mind was swimming in the haze of Daytripper, but the desire was all-consuming, her need for him overriding everything else.

Cooper's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles tensing as he tried to hold back, tried to keep control, but Lucy's mouth was relentless, her lips and tongue working him with an urgency that made his head spin. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable height, and despite every ounce of his willpower, he couldn't stop the inevitable.

"Lucy…" he gasped, his voice thick with a mixture of desperation and surrender. "I'm going to—"

Before Cooper could fully recover from the intensity of his release, Lucy didn't stop. She moaned softly, her lips still wrapped around him, her tongue swirling as she swallowed every drop, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. She savored the taste of him, the warmth of his release filling her, but when she felt his cock softening in her mouth, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Lucy pulled back slightly, her eyes still hazy from the Daytripper, blinking up at him with a mixture of bewilderment and frustration. "Why… why did you get soft?" she asked, her voice slurred and petulant. Her hand slid up his thigh, her fingers tracing lazy circles as she stared at his now-flaccid cock, her lips pulling into a pout. "I wasn't done with you. I wanted to ride you."

Cooper, still trying to catch his breath, let out a shaky sigh, his mind reeling from both the pleasure and the guilt that followed. "Lucy… you just made me come," he said gently, his hand sliding into her hair, trying to ground her. "You need to stop."

But Lucy wasn't hearing him. She was lost in her own world, the effects of the Daytripper making her thoughts fuzzy and jumbled, her desires twisted and amplified. She pressed her body against him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she kissed him hard, her lips desperate and insistent against his.

"You're so much bigger than that raider I married by mistake in the vault," she mumbled against his lips, her words slurred and barely making sense. "He couldn't… he couldn't fuck me like you do. I want you. I want to feel you inside me…"

Cooper's eyes widened at her words, a rush of confusion and surprise flooding through him as he tried to process what she was saying. The raider she married by mistake? He knew she was talking nonsense, her mind tangled up in the drug-induced haze, but the desperation in her voice, the way she clung to him, made it hard to push her away.

"Lucy, you're not thinking clearly," Cooper said softly, trying to keep his voice steady even as her hands roamed his chest, sliding down his stomach, and back toward his groin. "You need to lie down. This isn't—"

But Lucy cut him off with another kiss, this one more demanding, her body pressing harder against his as her fingers wrapped around his soft cock, stroking him slowly, trying to coax him back to hardness. "Please, Cooper," she whined, her lips brushing against his jaw, her voice a mixture of desperation and lust. "I need you. I need to ride you… I need to feel you stretch me, fill me."

Cooper groaned, his body betraying him once again as her hand continued to stroke him, her words igniting something deep inside him that he knew he shouldn't give in to. But the way she kissed him, the way her fingers moved with just enough pressure to stir him back to life, made it impossible to resist. He felt his cock twitch under her touch, growing harder with each stroke, despite the part of his brain screaming at him to stop this before it went too far.

But Lucy wasn't going to wait. As soon as she felt him harden in her hand, her eyes lit up with triumph, her lips curling into a sultry smile. "That's it," she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

Without waiting for his response, Lucy climbed onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips as she positioned herself above him. Cooper's hands instinctively moved to her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as she lowered herself onto him, the wet heat of her core enveloping his cock in one slow, deliberate motion.

The sensation hit them both at once, a mutual gasp escaping their lips as Lucy sank down onto him, taking him in completely. The stretch was perfect, the fullness of him sending waves of pleasure rippling through her as she rocked her hips against him, her head falling back as a moan slipped from her throat.

Cooper's grip on her waist tightened, his body betraying him as the pleasure surged through him once more, the feel of her surrounding him too much to resist. He groaned, his hips lifting slightly to meet her movements, the heat between them building rapidly as Lucy rode him, her pace frantic and desperate.

Lucy's hands braced on his chest, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his as she bounced on his cock, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tight in her core. Every thrust sent shockwaves of sensation through her, her mind spinning with the intensity of it, the drug amplifying every touch, every movement, every bit of friction between them.

"I… fuck, Cooper," she moaned, her voice breathless and slurred as her hips ground down against him, taking him as deep as she could with every stroke. "You feel so fucking good… I knew you would… no one else… no one else can fuck me like you do…"

Cooper groaned, his hands sliding up her back as he met her thrust for thrust, the sensation of her tight, wet heat driving him to the edge once again. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, knew she wasn't in her right mind, but the way her body moved on top of him, the way she moaned his name, made it impossible to stop. His cock throbbed inside her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him, his control slipping with every second.

Lucy's pace quickened, her hips moving faster as the pressure inside her built, the heat between them growing more intense with each passing moment. She was close—so close—and she could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her, her muscles trembling as her orgasm neared.

"Come for me," Cooper growled, his voice thick with need as he thrust up into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Come on my cock, Lucy. I want to feel you come."

That was all Lucy needed. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching around him as the orgasm tore through her, ripping her apart from the inside out. She cried out, her nails digging into his chest as her body convulsed around him, the pleasure overwhelming her, leaving her gasping for air as wave after wave crashed over her.

Cooper groaned as her body tightened around him, the sensation of her muscles gripping his cock sending him over the edge once more. His release hit him hard, his cock pulsing inside her as he came with a deep, guttural moan, his hands pulling her down onto him as he emptied himself inside her.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies trembling, their breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the intensity of their release slowly faded. Lucy collapsed onto Cooper's chest, her body spent, her mind still swimming in the haze of the Daytripper, but the satisfaction of what they'd just shared lingering in every breath.