Intoxicated

by Scarlett Avery

  "You won't hear any objections coming from me." My sassy little Miranda.

  "It seems like the open air is making you incredibly cocky." Before she can answer, I’ve already taken several steps forward, forcing her to follow my cadence. I don't stop until her knees hit the bed. I place my large palm against her chest—right above the swell of her breasts—and push her. She lands against the mattress with her magnificent hair fanned out around her like a crown. “Take off the bra. I’ll take care of your panties,” I command. She flashes me a flirtatious look before sitting up with her legs crossed in front of her. She folds her arm behind and unhooks her bustier. She removes the barrier covering her treasures releasing her engorged breasts. “Fuck.” I hiss. “Every time I lay eyes on your tits, it's as if it were the first time I’ve seen them. I’m completely obsessed with them.” She locks eyes with me, something flashes warning me that things are about to get a little saucier. The corners of Miranda's lips pull up playfully and she throws her red bra at me. I catch it with one hand before tossing it over my shoulder with an amused look on my face. "Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?"

  She shakes her head. "I want to make sure you hold up your end of the bargain and fuck me into oblivion. That's it."

  I take a few more steps closer to the bed. "For a few short seconds, I considered that since this was our first time making love in our bed, maybe I should be a little gentle. You just waived that privilege with your smart mouth."

  "Lucky me."

  I narrow my eyes at her. “You’re right.” I grab both her ankles pulling her towards me. She gasps. “You are,” I growl, fisting her barely-there panties and pulling them down her legs. The movement is so swift, she barely has time to understand what’s happening. Yeah, I could’ve ripped them off of her, but truth be told, I like these and I wouldn't mind seeing them on her again before she goes back to LA. Without wasting any time, I kneel down and lower my body near her pussy ready to devour her.

  “Oh God,” she pants before closing her eyes. Clearly she’s already anticipating my tongue against her clit.

  But I don't give her what she wants. What she needs. Not yet anyways. "Just because we’re in a different city doesn't mean the rules have changed."

  "Huh?” She asks confused.

  "Open your eyes, sweetie. I want you to watch me while I tongue fuck you."

  “Oh yeah.” She pants. “Baby, make me come.”

  I love it when she begs. “You’re that hungry?

  "For you? Always." That's all it takes. I caress her thighs before spreading her legs open in front of me. I look up and our gazes meet. We both flash each other a stupidly wide grin before I lower my head towards her sweet pussy. I inhale her scent and grunt with satisfaction. She's all mine. I blow hot breaths against her slickness and she rewards me by letting out a long guttural moan. It doesn't take much to get her exactly where I want her. “Christ. Baby. You... you do that so well.” I lick her pussy with determination eliciting tiny meows from her. As I pick up the pace and eat her pussy like a starved man, she fists the sheets at each side of her body before lifting her hips higher. Her movement is so sudden that she lifts me up with her. When I look up, I notice her eyes are closed again. I stop. Her eyes pop open. Well, now that's much better. "Why did you have to do that for?" She barks.

  "You either follow my command or I put an end to this right now." My tone his unwavering.

  "You can't do that to me." She protests. "I'm so close." She's almost whimpering.

  "Yes I can, and I will unless you give me what I want.”

  "Hunter, it's so hard for me to keep my eyes open." She laments.

  "If you deny me the pleasure of watching you come, you rob me of something that means so much to me. Sweetie, look at me.”

  "Your words have a way of touching my core. Even if it's too intense that I fear I'll lose my mind, I'll keep my eyes locked with yours." Her promise is all I need. I flash her an approving smile before lowering my head towards her wetness.

  “Mother of God.” She screams out. My tongue laps in and out, around and between every fold and dip of her pussy. My little Miranda does good. Her eyes are locked into mine. I barely blink. I want to capture every single response to my naughty teasing. She looks down at me her eyes veiled with desire. Losing myself this way in her lustful gaze as I take her to the brinks makes this moment even more intimate. Overwhelmed by my need for her, I moan against her unwilling to break the connection between my lips and her pussy for even a second. Her eyes roll back into her head. I'm certain I'm going to have to stop again and scold her for not obeying me, but her amber eyes are focused on me again. My lips pull her clit into my mouth and I apply a little pressure. She yells out my name before grabbing a fistful of my hair. It’s like she’s begging me to never stop assaulting her pussy. As if any other outcome is acceptable. The more I apply pressure, the more she pulls my hair. The sting fuels me even more to torture her until she surrenders completely. “Hunter, Hunter, Hunter.” She chants deliriously. From the way she’s panting, gyrating and pressing her hips against my mouth, I bet she’s holding on by a thread. I lift my head up. As I suspected, she grunts her disapproval. “No. Don’t.”

  “Are you going to come long and hard for me?" A sly grin forms on my lips when my eyes meet her hazed ones. She doesn't answer. She just blinks at me. My fiery princess is too consumed to even speak.

  “Arghhh.” She grunts when I reach up and squeeze both nipples with my fingers.

  "I'll take that as a yes." Pride rushes through me every time I leave her in this state. With the single-mindedness of a warrior, I resume my mission. My tongue laps and laps and laps.

  “Damn, damn, damn.” She sings. "Oh, my Lord. That tongue of yours." I could let her come, but I want her to give it all to me. "Hunter, please." Her begging does little to deter me from my master plan. I keep her on the brink of an orgasm for a few more seconds and then without any warning, I close my lips around her clit and squeeze so tight I swear I feel her climax all the way down to my balls. “Sweet Jesus.” She yells before shutting her eyes. Her descent into the vortex of pleasure is so beautiful, I don't have the heart to interrupt it. She was able to keep her eyes on me long enough. "Oh, Hunter..." The force of her cries erupts into a full-blown volcanic roar. “I’m fucking coming.” Jesus Christ. I've never seen her like this. Luckily, Isadora is already home. I don't have to worry about Jake and Allison because I'm fairly certain they’re doing exactly what we're doing right now. Hence, they can't hear Miranda screaming her head off.

  She’s panting so heavy I fear her heart will jump out of her chest if I don't do something.

  “Breath, sweetie,” I coax in a soothing voice. I place my hand against her chest pretending it's enough to slow down her heart rate.

  After a few minutes she finds the strength to open her eyes again and meet mine. I allow her the time she needs to come down from her climactic high as I place sweet kisses on the insides of her thighs. She stares down at me with the gaze of a woman who's been utterly satisfied by her lover. "What about you, baby?" She manages.

  "Not until I'm certain you're okay. That was really intense."

  "It was." She confirms. "It's always amazing with you, but today was toe-curling delicious. She pushes her legs against the mattress and slides upward.

  "Maybe it's because it's the first time I made you come in our bed."

  "Maybe." She giggles. "I think I'm going to enjoy making love in our bed. A lot."

  "So will I." I’ve fucked more pussies than I can count, but Miranda is the first woman in my life I’ve truly made love to. Since my declaration a few weeks ago, everything between us is at a whole other level of passion.

  She reaches out for me. "I need to feel you inside me." She declares.

  "Are you sure, sweetie?"

  She folds her arms underneath her and rests her upper body against her elbows. "You've never been so lenient with me before, Mr. Evans. What’s going on? Don't tell me you'
re turning soft on me."

  Alrighty then. I get back up on my feet. "Ms. Reddick, it would be incredibly ungentlemanly like of me not to give you exactly what you want." I grin deviously.

  The minute I unfold my body, her eyes drop to my cock. "Goodness gracious, your hunger is even more intimidating than usual."

  "That's utter bullshit coming from a woman who’s an expert at swallowing my ten-inch cock—with her mouth and pussy." I snarl. My answer surprises her, but when her frown turns into a smile, I know it’s on. I grab her by the ankles and pull her body towards me until her ass meets the edge of the bed. My throbbing cock is desperate for release, but her beauty stills me. Unable to move, I just stare her. “I don't know how I've been able to live so long without you.”

  "You look so solemn all of a sudden." She notes.

  "That's what admiring you does to me." I respond.

  “I’m yours now.”

  “You are.”

  “Baby, fill me up. I want you to come pouring inside me.” She pleads before lying back. And there she goes turning a romantic moment into pure filth. I love it.

  I kneel on the bed, grab her legs and spread her thighs wide. I fist my cock and rub it against her clit. Since doing it for the first time in Vegas, I never tire of feeling her slickness coat my head.

  “You know it drives me crazy when you do that." She hisses.

  “I do.”

  I slide my free hand down her thigh to open her up more. Her juices coat my cock and overflow onto my hand. I stroke her clit languorously with the tip of my head and when her body trembles, I apply more pressure.

  “Fuck, you’re wet.” I groan meeting her gaze. “You’re already ready for me again.” She nods. I slide the tip of my cock deep inside her. Christ. I grab her hips to steady her body and ram into her hard and fast. My rhythm is nearly frantic like it was the first time I fucked her. “Holy shit, sweetie. I swear your pussy has voodoo powers.” I growl. I completely unleash my sexual fury upon her. Thank God I warned her. There’s nothing sweet or virginal about the way our skin slaps together and her cries are swallowed by my hungry kisses.

  “Don’t stop, Hunter.” She begs. I already know that I'll come with so much force I'm likely to blackout. “That is, baby, fuck me senseless.”

  “Trust me, when I'm done with you, they’ll hear you all the way back in LA." I grunt.

  As if to prove my words, I pound into her mercilessly over and over again. I don't stop until her breath hitches and she starts chanting, "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming." She’s panting heavily. “Oh God, Hunter.”

  She drags her fingernails down my arms and I groan as the intoxicating current travels down my spine. I ride her until I reach my own apogee. The climactic wave hits me hard. In the hopes of controlling my inevitable free fall, I slam into her one more time. That's it. My balls tighten and I spew inside her hungry pussy with a deep roar. “Miranda.” After a few seconds, I withdraw my cock and place it on top of her stomach releasing more of my warm release. Jesus. I shift my weight to one arm and extend the other, but Miranda beats me to the punch. She reaches down and rubs my moisture all over her stomach before bringing her fingers to her mouth. With her eyes fixated on mine and without a drop of hesitation, she licks each one of them—one by one. Damn. I was going to brand her, but I think she just turned the table on me.

  “You’re mine.” She says with self-assurance.

  “I am, sweetie. I always have been.” I lean down and kiss her tasting myself against her lips.

  I roll next to her and lay in our California king size bed. I pull her close to me until her ass is nestled against my exhausted and wet cock. I spoon her in my arms lovingly. The way I'm wrapped around her is very possessive. I know it and I don't care. I don't want to ever let go of her.

  “On second thought, I don't mind it if you keep me locked up in here chained to this bed for the next few days as long as you promise to fuck me as well as you just did.”

  "You’ve got yourself a deal, lil’ lady." I chuckle, brushing her hair off her shoulders and pressing my cheek against hers. “You don't have to ask me twice to ravish you at will. Consider it done." We both laugh. We lay there in silence when suddenly I feel something about her change even though her back is facing me. "What's going on over there? I ask.

  She turns in my arms. The brightness of the full moon illuminates her beautiful face given me the luxury of reading the emotion on her face. “I love you with all my heart, Hunter.” Miranda’s fiery gaze is so intense, it threatens to burn through my soul.

  I smile at her. “I love you more than anything, sweetie,” I whisper. There’s no question that I’ve had a pretty kick ass life so far. That said, I don't think I've ever been as content as I am now. Ever. How I feel now is a million times better then all of my monumental successes put together. I'm back home amongst friends—people I care deeply about—and the woman of my dreams is right here by my side. It doesn't get any better than this. “In just a little over a month, I’ll be able to fall asleep with your head resting against my chest every single night of the week.”

  “I can’t wait, baby.”

  “Neither can I, sweetie.”

  Given how much I missed her after just one night apart, I already know these will be the hardest few weeks of my life. Knowing that we’ll be inseparable soon, is the constant that keeps me going.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Miranda

  Two and a half weeks later

  Yesterday was my last day at Food Network. Sure, I’m sad to leave because I really loved that job, but the prospect of a life with Hunter thumps any nine-to-five. I figured there would be a little party or something, but nothing close to what Gary orchestrated. I can’t believe that after only a few months, they’d send me off in such style. Gary personally hired Brad Greenwell to cook for us. He’s one of the hottest chefs on the Network. Had I been single, I might have found him cute. That said, he’s fierce behind the grill. How many people can claim that the King of Barbecue concocted a special marinade just for them? As a farewell gift, Gary offered me a spa day for two at the swanky Clifton Heights Spa—of course located in ritzy Beverly Hills. We’re talking supreme pampering here and eye-popping price tags to match. Their signature 10 Carat Facial is a whopping eight hundred dollars. Yup. Crazy. Even with my salary at Food Network, there’s no way I could afford this luxury destination where big spenders congregate for top-of-the-line primping. Jess and I are spending all day tomorrow getting treated like celebs. Saturday can’t come fast enough. Gary says he has another bigger send off gift for me, but he says he can’t reveal it just yet.

  After an eventful week, my best friend, her sister, Nikki and I are lounging on Jess’ deck enjoying another spectacular LA evening—one of my last ones. Usually Jess or I would have spent the day chained to a hot oven cooking or baking like crazy, but she broke with tradition by hiring Noku catering. Everything was exquisite. We started with ricotta dumplings with chanterelles mushrooms served with crusty bread. We followed that light and tasty appetizer with slow-cooked braised beef short ribs with sautéed greens and some roasted potatoes. That dish was so succulent, I nearly licked my plate off. For dessert, Jess stopped by Prime Glaze and picked up a dozen donuts. She got three glazed ones just for me.

  “Holy smokes, I can’t believe you’re leaving in three days.” Jessica shouts lifting her glass in the air and clinking it against mine. Yeah, she’s had a few too many to drink, but then again so have I. From the rosy cheeks and glossy eyes on Michelle and Nikki, I’d say they’re in the same boat. Jessica bought four bottles just for tonight. She didn’t skimp either. She went for the really expensive stuff. Yup, it’s going to be a fun night. It’s a good thing Michelle has already enlisted Ray to open the store for her tomorrow. At this rate, there’s no way that woman will get up by midday. The same goes for Nikki.

  “I still can’t believe it’s actually happening. I mean with all your bad internet dates and all.”

  “I kn
ow Michelle. Me, of all people. I had given up all hope and God sent me my knight in shining armor.”

  “Our little birdy is leaving the nest.” Nikki smiles wide.

  “Yup she is.” I return her exaggerated grin.

  “It’s amazing how much your life has changed in the last two months.” Michelle is right.

  “I have to pinch myself to remind myself this isn’t a dream. This is really my life.” I giggle.

  If I push the tragic incident with rapist Nigel Warner out of my memory bank, I’ve been walking on a cloud for the last few months. Don’t worry, I’m not a complete fool. I did have to come down on earth when the police or the legal team needed more information from me. Thank God, Riley is still here. Since Hunter couldn’t always be by my side, she’s the one who’s been coming with me to these types of unpleasant and fairly traumatic meetings. There’s no way I could’ve handled that kind of shit on my own. Apparently, it’s still very early in the investigation, and I have a long way to go. I’m not looking forward to it. Not one bit.

  Michelle’s question snaps me back in the moment. “Are you counting the days?”

  “I’m counting the hours, Michelle.” Even though Hunter hired a team of planners to organize our move, I had to postpone things by a few days. Other than my pending case with Nigel, the asshole criminal, another reason that kept me in LA longer than I would’ve liked is the fact that it was harder for the owners of the place I’ve been housesitting to find a replacement. Adam has other aspirations in life and the owners want someone who can commit to being there most nights. “I can’t wait to be with Hunter again,” I sigh. I miss him so much.

  “But you guys saw each other every weekend since he went back to Colorado.” Michelle points out.

  “We did, but it’s not the same thing,” I lament. Hunter kept his promise. He flew back to LA every Friday afternoon. “When he was living here, things didn’t feel rushed. A weekend goes by real fast. During the week, we talk and get on Skype videos. It’s okay, but being by his side is a million times better.”