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

my skin starting at the curve of my shoulder, down my arm and back up again.  Before I realize his plan, he palms the nape of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss but I palm his chest and push at the same time.
    Though I push as hard as I can, he doesn’t budge.  So I go with it.  What’s the phrase?  If you can’t beat ‘ em, join ‘em?  I find myself melting into a molten puddle of goo at his feet.  The only thing holding me up is the bulging bicep of his arm wrapped around my waist, his large callused palm and long fingers gripping my nape, and his firm yet pillowy soft lips suctioned to mine.
    I thought I remembered his kisses.  I thought the memory of them was plenty.  Boy was I mistaken.  Memories suck!  Reality is so much better than fantasy.  Maybe they’ve changed?  I sure hope so.  With age comes practice and with practice comes expertise.  Or so I’ve heard.  This kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before in my life.  He’s making love to my mouth with his, and I don’t want him to stop.  Ever.  His tongue thrust deep and precise.  Perfect swipes, perfect pressure, perfection in everything he’s doing. 
    Grabbing onto his head, I force my fingers into his short blond strands and match his tongue’s movements thrust for thrust, swipe for swipe.  My pussy throbs and liquid is gushing out of my body soaking my panties even though his hands haven’t even left my neck or the small of my back yet.  Squeezing my thighs together on instinct, he suddenly pulls back at the movement.   A devilishly, sexy grin covers his lips glistening with our saliva and stained by my red gloss. 
    I’m panting.  He’s panting and I can’t help the bewildered expression that flitters across my features.  I take deep gulping breaths.  “What was that for?”  My hand presses against my heaving breasts and I’m afraid I won’t be able to hear his reply over my rapid heartbeat thumping frantically against my eardrums.  My tongue comes out to slick over my lips and I hold my breath.
    His head tilts, his eyes now roaming freely from the top of my head to the tips of my spiked toes.  “I like those fuck-me shoes.”  He stares down at my feet, slowly his emerald eyes rise to mine.  “They look dangerous, darlin’.  You know how much I like dangerous.”  He places his mouth near my ear.   His mouth finds my earlobe, his tongue flicks out, licking and teasing, then swiping across my lobe before he captures it with his teeth nibbling right before he actually bites down hard and shooting stars flash before my eyes. 
    I sigh and let my head loll back. 
    “I don’t even have to bend down to kiss you.”
    His words diminish the haze of passion that clouds my brain and I jerk my head up to stare at him dumbfounded.  “What the fuck are you doing, Jake?”  I ask the question in a different way.
    He turns me at that question, shuffles me back a few steps and presses me up against the wall, his hands bracketing my head as he presses into me from hips to breasts.  My nipples pull tight and press almost painfully against the bodice of my dress.  I’m certain he can feel them through the thin cotton of his black T-shirt as I can feel the thick length of his cock against my pelvis.  A thrill shoots through me at his obvious arousal.  Damn .  I should have thought this plan through a little bit more. 
    “Don’t you think I should be asking you that question?”  He clenches his jaw as if he’s in pain.  I know I’m in pain, so I understand the feeling.  My skin hurts it’s so sensitive.  The mere touch of our cl othing, his body, his hands on that sensitive organ is almost painful as he covers my quivering body.
    I only have to tilt my head back a fraction to look him square in the eye.  Big mistake.
    Why does he have to be so hot?  Okay, stupid thought.  Would I even be in this predicament if he wasn’t hot?  Nah, probably not.
    I keep staring, but I’m not stupid.  I