Drunk on You

by Ember Flint

  I frown, yawning and my eyes flutter open and I immediately close them again against the bright sunlight.

  If it wasn’t for the dull soreness throbbing between my thighs, I would almost be tempted to think I dreamed the whole night up, still I’m definitely missing something here.

  The last thing I remember is falling asleep on the beach in Damon’s arms on a pile of clothes and now I’m here alone and I’m not even sure where ‘here’ is, ‘cause this is not my bed.

  I turn my face completely into the pillow and smile when Damon’s scent of sandalwood and man hits my nostrils. So this is his bed then.

  He must have carried me up here and I was so exhausted I slept through the whole thing, I guess.

  Not that weird, considering I’m a lightweight when it comes to drinking and I did have more than a shiny colorful cocktail yesterday and alcohol always gets me super sleepy, not to mention all the sex we had afterward…

  I look down at myself and see I’m wearing a humongous Harvard T-shirt.

  I feel the crinkle of sand between my toes and on my hair, but my face and hands are smooth and spotless.

  I rub my legs together expecting to feel the coarse feel of Damon’s dried seed on the inside of my thighs just like last night, but I don’t.

  I blush beet red.

  So after we got here: he cleaned me up, slid one of his tees on me and put me to bed?!

  My heart warms at the thought that he would take such good care of me and I smile.

  I hear no movements whatsoever and it’s pretty clear I really am completely alone in here.

  Where is he?

  I sigh, rolling on my back and start to sit up. I rub the sleep from my eyes and look around, taking stock of my surrounding.

  Apparently I’m in the middle of a plush enormous bed on the surface of which the entire cottage I live in could be rebuilt, and said bed is in what looks like to be a suite worthy of royalty, judging by the design, probably somewhere in the upper floors of the Sundown Plaza Hotel in the heart of the resort.

  He must be really really loaded, I mean you’d have to be to holiday here, but this is not the type of suite ‘regular’ guests on a normal level of rich can land.

  The thought makes me more than a little uncomfortable because it drives the wedge between us a little deeper.

  We surprisingly managed to talk a lot last night, despite jumping each other’s bones faster than light and it didn’t take me long to figure out how different we are.

  For starters, he is way older than me and is a rich, experienced and cultured Manhattan’s dweller and I’m just… well, little old no longer-virgin, lowly employee me.

  And then… well, I don’t wanna even go to the ‘and then’ part, right now: it might kill my buzz and boy do I have a buzz going!

  I —yes, I!— made love last night for the very first time and it was like something out of an R-rated romance flick, so I’m not gonna let reality drag me down right now, there will be time for that later, when my rational part unshackles herself from the drunkenness he dunked me in with that first look, that first kiss…

  My rational side is gonna rant and rage against me for being an immature, irresponsible —not to mention nuts— little girl, she can be a real bitch most of the time…

  I sigh, drawing my knees up and rest my chin on them, flinching a bit at the pain in my lower back. I guess, losing your virginity on a beach can’t be expected to be comfy or leave you in tip-top shape, no matter how perfect and thoughtful the guy you lost it to happens to be.

  I look around for my things and find my dress, my bra and what’s left of my panties folded on a chair, my bag his on them and my flip-flops are on the floor, just underneath it.

  I slip out of bed and bend to fish my phone out of my purse.

  I see that I have about fifteen missed calls —five are from Fay, the rest from Cole— and I also see a few texts.

  I take a look at the time and I spring into action, scrambling to get ready as fast as I can.

  “Just freaking hunky-dory,” I mumble.

  Today is my first day on the job and I’m supposed to meet my new boss in less than ten minutes and I’m gonna do that wearing a wrinkled, stained dress, no panties and possibly with my hair puffed up to a veritable rodent’s nest, I don’t have the balls yet to look in a mirror right now to verify this theory.

  I brush my teeth with some toothpaste on my index finger ‘cause I have no time to look for a toothbrush right now, then wash up the best I can in the jaw-droppingly stunning en-suite bathroom, throwing a regretful look toward the ginormous shower in which I have no time to step; afterwards, I take a breath and fortify myself to take that look in the mirror.

  I grimace. Yup: just as I feared, my hair looks like a hamster’s dream condo through and through right now.

  Well, I can take heart no one is gonna notice my hair since both sides of my neck and the upper portion of my chest are covered in love bites.

  I give up on fixing my messy waves, simply twirling them in a bun on the back of my head and then I head out in a rush, throwing my purse over my shoulder and closing the door behind me.

  I walk into the elevator, picking up my phone again to see the time.

  My heart sinks into my tummy: only four minutes left.

  I push the button for the first floor, the management offices are located in a nearby building on the back of the resort and there’s an employee-only corridor that connects the hotel to them there, and judging from the next number that shines gold, it appears I am on the top floor of the hotel.

  I sigh, sliding my back against the wall, I’m gonna be late, there’s nothing for it.

  My hot shot New Yorker boss will take a look at me and realize my entrance into his office also happens to be a walk of shame and he will think I’m a floozy.

  I will babble some paltry excuse and he will nod along to be polite all the while thinking ‘sluuut!’.

  I sigh, picking up my phone again to check my texts and a little smile curves my lips when I see I’ve got one from an unfamiliar number, the first two words immediately telling me who send it.

  “Little doll, I’m so sorry I had to leave you without saying good morning, but my day is full of meetings, besides, you looked so tired and so fucking beautiful, I didn’t want to wake you. If you’re asking yourself how did I get your number, I stole it! :D I unlocked your phone with your fingertip while you slept… I’ll call you ASAP. D.”

  I shake my head, giggling. Well, no one can say he isn’t resourceful at least!

  All my worries slide off me and right now, the only thing that really matters to me is that I’m gonna see him again soon.

  I might be jobless in less than ten minutes, all things considered, but I don’t care: this day just got better, in fact, it just got amazing.

  —*—

  I make it to the management facilities when I’m only a few minutes late.

  I’m gonna go ahead and count it as a blessing.

  I breathlessly ask Erica, one of the main hall’s receptionists, where my new boss’s office is located.

  There’s a long, silent awkward moment in which she stares at me, mouth agape, and I pretend not to notice it, and then she points at the opposite hall.

  “That way. It’s the last one,” she says, before she goes back to bashing her keyboard with her Road-Runner-fast typing.

  I’m happy when I realize I’m not going to make my situation worse by losing precious time waiting for an elevator, in what seems to be like rush hour around here, or by attempting to run like a maniac up several flights of stairs, after having done exactly that back through the elegant main lobby of the hotel as guests and employees alike gawked at me.

  My joy, however dies a rapid death with Erica’s next words.

  “Wait, Elliot! Mr. Broderick left a memo… I just got it. He’s not in his office, he just finished his meeting and he’s waiting for you in the conference roo
m adjacent to it.”

  Mr. Broderick?

  “O…kay,” I croak out and turn to walk in the pointed direction.

  So my boss is not simply some big shot exec from the hotel chain then.

  Regina failed to mention that.

  I gulp, my shoulders slumping.

  He is someone from the actual Broderick family who owns this freaking very island and everything in it and I’m late.

  I have not only been keeping a Broderick —a freaking billionaire— waiting, I’m also gonna waltz in looking like this.

  Perfect.

  I slow down when I reach the conference room’s double doors.

  Time to pull on my big girl panties.

  I grimace, oh right: I am not wearing any!

  Crap.

  I straighten up and knock on the door, throwing it open just as a voice I recognize as Regina’s invites me to step in and when I do, I get the shock of my life ‘cause there’s only one man in the large room standing beside the nice lady who hired me — which is also gonna probably be the one who will have to fire me now— and that man is Damon.

  He stares at me long and hard. “Ellie?”

  I take a step forward. “Morning…”

  Regina walks up to me and hugs me, then turns back to him. “Damon! You rascal, you didn’t tell me you knew Elliot already!”

  Damon’s eyes grow large in surprise and then he smirks at me.

  “This is my PA?” he asks incredulously, gesturing toward me and I frown.

  “Of course, Son! She’s wonderful, you’re gonna love working with her!”

  Son?

  Damon shakes his head.

  “Mom, you’re unbelievable! You told me Elliot Silver was a guy!”

  What the hell is going on here?

  Regina sniffs primly. “I did no such thing! You only assumed!”

  Damon glares at her. “Of course I assumed she’ll be a guy: I asked you to hire a man for this position after all, didn’t I?”

  I look from him to his mother –his mother?!– in confusion.

  “Damon?” I ask. “I kinda think I missed something here…”

  “You and I both, little doll, but I guess that’s to be expected when this lady here is involved.”

  Regina claps. “Awww, you have a nickname for her! Why you work fast, Son!”

  He rolls his eyes, strides up to me and pulls me into his arms while I still attempt to put the facts together.

  He wanted a male PA and his mom hired me?

  Damon kisses the top of my head. “You’ve got some explaining to do, mother, but not right now, if you’ll excuse us… come on, baby, let’s go into my office.”

  He pulls me through a connecting door holding me by the hand and as soon as we’re alone, in one of the biggest office suites I’ve ever seen in my life, he is on me again, his lips devouring mine in a passionate, stinging kiss.

  He breaks the kiss and nuzzles my nose with his.

  “Baby, I was so gonna ditch this stupid meeting to come and get you! I missed you.”

  My heart does a summersault in my chest.

  “I missed you too.”

  He smiles down at me, his arms encircling my waist as he holds me close. I feel the dig of his hard erection into my belly and grin up at him.

  “Does that thing ever go down?”

  Damon actually blushes a little at that.

  “I don’t think it remembers how to when I’m around you, Elliot Silver.”

  Could he be any cuter right now, all suited up prime and proper and sporting a hard-on for me?

  I don’t think so.

  Damn, I’m a lucky, lucky lady!

  “So Damon Broderick, uh?”

  He shrugs. “I guess we didn’t get past first name basis last night.”

  I smile bigger. “Well you got to all the other bases, I can forgive you for missing that one.”

  He chuckles pulling me closer.

  “Regina is your mom then, I’m pretty sure she didn’t say her name was Broderick…”

  He nods. “She’s undercover.”

  I giggle. “I see… and I’m your PA?”

  He nods once, decidedly. “Absolutely.”

  I shake my head, biting my lip and then I smile.

  “So boss man, I’m kinda late, you gonna fire me?”

  Damon shakes his head, kissing my forehead.

  “I don’t want you to think I make a habit of being this late and

  I know I look a sight right now but you see: last night, this possessive growly beast took me on the beach on a first date that wasn’t even a date and covered my poor little body in hickeys to mark his territory, then he kidnapped me and locked me away in his bedroom!”

  He chuckles, shaking his head and I feel the deep rich sound right into my pussy.

  “You’re one of a kind, little doll…”

  “You might think differently after I tell you the rest of my sob story. This huge tattooed brute I was telling you about, ripped my panties in two last night, just before he stole my cherry and this morning when I woke up all alone and stranded in his jumbo bed, it was too late for me to swing back to my place… so I’m not wearing anything under this dress right now!” I tease.

  “Fuck!”

  I feel Damon’s cock jump hard against my lower belly and his nostrils flare, while his eyes narrow on me and his large, rough hands cup my ass pulling me more tightly against his hardness.

  “So you gonna sack me?” I ask.

  Damon shakes his head. “No, I’m not gonna sack you, but I’m sure as hell gonna fuck you, baby. After I feast on your little hot pussy, though. I was late too this morning, you know, so I skipped my breakfast,” he growls on my mouth and then he drives his tongue past my lips, making my legs weak.

  Before I know it, I’m no longer vertical and I’m lying spread open onto his colossal desk, thighs over his massive shoulders on either side of his head, his smooth face buried into my wet core and his tongue tickling my clit as I moan his name.

  Oh boy, I was so right: this is shaping up to be an amazing day!

  I feel his tongue glide lower and then shove into my slit; I buck up into him and he growls into my wet flesh, making my legs shake and my body tense up.

  “Fuck, I love your taste, little doll. You have the prettiest, sweetest, juiciest cunt! I want to dive in and never come out again… I want all of your cream on my tongue.”

  My core clenches on emptiness at his words and I feel a baby climax slither through me.

  “Oh God! Damon!” I reach down to hold his head, clutching his short dark hair and pulling him closer to my core.

  Scratch out amazing, we need bigger guns here: let’s go with wonderful day.

  He nuzzles my center, pressing his nose into my folds and I blush to the tips of my ears when I feel and hear him inhale my private scent.

  “Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough of you… you smell so fucking sweet…”

  I moan at his words, letting go of his head to push a fist into my mouth so I can keep myself from screaming.

  He gives me a long, slow lick from clit to slit and then back up again, making me tremble all over.

  I mewl, trapping my lower lip between my teeth as I arch into his face. “Damon…”

  He spreads my legs even more, his hands lifting my bottom as he kisses me with his tongue and his lips, devouring my sex as if it was my mouth.

  My legs tense up and clutch the sides of his head as I continue to shake in pleasure.

  “That’s it, baby! Let me take care of you… cum for me,” he growls on my wetness, his hot panting breath stoking my arousal until I feel like my skin is burning from the inside out.

  Damon licks and sucks faster, eating my pussy like it’s the most delicious thing ever and moaning and groaning at my taste.

  I feel him lick at my entrance and then he thrusts his tongue inside of me and that’s when my body completely let
s go and I burst into a supernova of ecstasy, pulling at his hair and throwing my head back as I really screech like a lunatic banshee.

  He gives me a few little licks and kisses me all over my pulsing and spasming pussy as he helps me come down from my high.

  When I calm down and finally feel like I can breathe again without my heart bursting out of my chest, he stops petting the inside of my thighs and leans his chin on my belly.

  “You okay, baby?” he asks and I nod.

  He smiles and moves up my body.

  “Good, ‘cause I really, really need to fuck you now, little doll… I’ve been thinking about this tight little pretty cunt since I left you in my bed and I can’t go another second without being inside of you,” he pants, his voice shaking.

  I caress his face as he pulls me even closer to the edge of the desk and sits me up, coming to stand between my open legs, a large bulge tenting his slacks.

  I watch mesmerized as he shucks his jacket and then his pristine shirt and dark blue tie.

  Damn, he looks too damn hot for words all suited-up, but it can’t be comfortable being this smartly dressed in this heat.

  I smile at him, shaking my head. “I’m so gonna have to teach you how to dress for the office Florida style, city boy.”

  He chuckles. “Fair enough, baby: you teach me how to dress, I’ll teach you more about staying naked.”

  I giggle, but it turns into a gasp when he abruptly lowers the top of my sundress, rolling it down my middle and then attacks my bra, unhooking it and throwing it behind his back before falling on me as if starved, his lips immediately closing around one of my aroused nipples as he pushes me back down the desk, my dress now reduced to a messy band around my waist.

  I hear him unbuckle his belt as he suckles back and forth between my breasts and then the jarring noise of his zip being lowered fills the air, making my core clench and thrum in need and anticipation.

  I feel the large, engorged crown of his erection stroke my clit up and down and my breath catches in my throat as I moan his name.

  I’m about to ask him not to be a tease and just get inside of me, when Damon does just that.