Drunk on Love (Cock Tales #1)

by S. L. Scott

  Dad: Sounds good. Have a good night, son. Happy New Year.

  The driver pulls over, and announces, “The Waldorf-Astoria.”

  I pay the cabbie, and work my way through the hotel. When I find the party, I search the ballroom for a red dress, but come up short. I step farther in, and let my eyes adjust to the low lighting. In the middle of a room of traditional black tuxes stands my beautiful girlfriend in a holy-shit-that’s-short-glittering-gold-dress with the red soled fuck me shoes, as if seeing her long legs wasn’t enough of a fantasy fulfiller.

  Her dress might be shiny, but my smile far outshines it. That’s my girl. That’s my sexy as all get out woman. I make my way through the party and through the sea of suits. I reach through the pack, and ask, “May I have this dance?”

  When she turns, her smile is kilowatt bright. Her long, dark hair is pinned back on one side with gentle waves rolling down the other. She might be a champagne cocktail tonight, but she’ll always be my Paloma. “Of course,” she replies, taking my hand. The suits part for her and she’s in my arms in an instant. My lips are on hers, a fiery passion ignited. My hands are on her ass, because why not stake the claim for her whole company to see. I swing her out and back again as a slow song begins to play. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  “Me too.” I lean in to whisper in her ear, “Nice dress. What there is of it.”

  “Thanks for noticing.”

  “Every guy in this room has noticed. There’s no mistaking it anymore, V. You may be the only woman in your department, but you most definitely are not one of the guys.” We spin slowly around and I look into the eyes I’ve fallen in love with. “You look gorgeous.”

  “Thank you, Hardy. You look pretty damn delectable yourself.”

  “Speaking of, how much longer did you want to stay?”

  “It’s not midnight yet. I thought we’d kiss as the clock strikes twelve and all that traditional stuff that couples do.”

  “I was thinking we’d do something else.”

  “I’m open.”

  “That’s part of the plan.”

  A devious smirk accentuates her red lips. “I’m liking the sound of this plan. Should I say my goodbyes?”

  I send her a wink. “You should definitely say your goodbyes.” Stepping back, I add, “Meet me at the elevators in ten minutes.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  I could stand here all day, watching her sway through the crowd, but there’s no way I’m missing this very important date. Screw the lesson plan, this is a date with destiny.

  The elevator arrives just as she does. When we step on, she asks, “Your place or mine, big boy?”

  “Mine,” I reply, referring to the apartment and the girl.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Thirty minutes until midnight. The countdown is on and the door is open. I had just enough time to do the basics, but I think she’ll like it. When we walk into the large apartment, her mouth drops open. “This is all yours?”

  “Yes.”

  “You own the entire fourth floor?”

  “I own the entire building.”

  She does a double take. “Guess I chose the right bartender then.”

  I chuckle. “Guess so, but I think fate had us locked up long before we met.”

  Walking around the empty space, she stops to look out the windows. Her hands press to the glass and she looks around at the neighborhood. She looks damn good taking up that real estate. When she turns back, she’s smiling, but it’s soft like her delicious curves. “You’ve always been quite the romantic.”

  “Only for you, V.” I hold my hand out to her. “Come here. I want to show you something.”

  I lead her to the master bedroom. Just inside the doorway, she halts in surprise, a hand covering her mouth as her eyes get glassy. “Hardy.”

  “Virginia.” I had to have a little fun.

  “You did this for me?”

  “Yes.” I’m quite proud of myself. Finding a mattress company to deliver on the eve of New Year’s Eve was tough, but that’s what is so great about this city. You can find anything you want at any hour for the right price. Money talks. Fortunately I’ve got enough to hold the conversation.

  She walks to the bed and sits on the fluffy blanket that matches hers. I thought it would make her feel more at home, more relaxed, and comforted. Battery-operated candles fill the floor along the far wall and I rigged some drapes into place this afternoon. I hate to be fucking blinded in the morning. And if all goes according to plan, we’ll be sleeping late.

  I have a bar cart set up with bottles of water, liquor, some snacks, and a bucket of chilled champagne. It’s New Year’s, which means celebrating, which means champagne. I pop the cork as she slips off her shoes. I want those damn shoes on, but I want her in bed naked more. “This place is beautiful and what you did in this room . . . Hardy, you’ve stolen my heart.”

  When I sit next to her, I say, “I don’t want to steal your heart. I just want to be a part of it.”

  “You’re more than a part. You own the whole entire thing.”

  We kiss and then toast, “To us.” Simple. Sweet. And uncomplicated. Just like the woman before me. After we take a sip, I set the glasses on the floor, and cup her face. “I want to make love to you.”

  Her hands cover mine, and without hesitation, she says, “I want that too.”

  Languid lips become eager as I move my hand to the back of her head, holding her close. The fire ignited at the party flames the passion that’s burning within. Kissing her is one of my favorite pastimes, but I wonder if it will be the victor after tonight. Our tongues touch, but our hands are tentative. I whisper, “I’ll go slow.”

  “Okay.” She doesn’t use her inside voice, her nerves peeking through.

  A kiss to the cheek, and then one to the neck. I run my hand over her dress and slide just inside the bottom hem. And then farther until we’re both panting. When I don’t reach any more material, my eyebrow matches lower extremities—shooting straight up. “No underwear, Ms. Ryan?”

  “I was hoping to get lucky.”

  With a laugh, I say, “Let me know how that works out for you.” I stand and bring her to her feet. While I work on removing the tux, she pulls her dress down, finding a new place for it to live, right next to my jacket and her shoes. The temptress winks at me. “So far. So good.”

  “You’re telling me.” Her oh so criminally dangerous body climbs under the covers and with her hands behind her head, she watches me undress. Without apology and no nerves in sight, her eyes roam my body and her bottom lip is bit.

  Finally, I have all the pieces off and get under the covers with her. Instead of something sexual, which is more my M.O., seeing her here and just being with her, I say, “I’m glad you’re here.”

  The ease is seen in her smile when she replies, “So am I.”

  Maneuvering closer, I kiss her again, letting her linger on my lips. I move lower kissing a wet trail down between her breasts and stopping to swirl my tongue in her belly button.

  When I reach the sweetness between her legs, she’s already gripping the sheets. “You don’t have to do that, Hardy. You’ve been more than patient with me.”

  I look up, resting my hands on her hips. “I’m in no hurry, Virginia. I can wait until you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do all this for me. You don’t.”

  “Who says it’s only for you?” A smile rolls in, and my job here is done. Oh wait, now I smile because we’re just getting started.

  “I might have just fallen more in love with you.”

  “Well hang onto your heart because it’s about to get a whole lot swoonier in here.” I not only spell the presidents’ names, with my tongue to her clit, but within minutes she’s screaming mine. And just fuck, that’s so damn hot.

  The moment of truth happens differently than I thought it would go down. Or up depending on how you position yourself. Anyway, I’ve got this gorgeous
girl lying naked on the bed waiting for me to teach her everything I know about sex. No pressure or anything.

  “It doesn’t work like that,” I say, rolling the condom down my cock.

  She watches with the same intensity she expressed while reading the Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy by Isaac Newton. She’s got the most astute quest for knowledge. Of all sorts apparently. “Why not?”

  “Because it can be just physical and rough, pleasurable in that way. But with us, we have more at stake.”

  “We have our hearts on the line.” She lies back, ready for me.

  “Exactly.” I position myself, getting a good feel for the situation at hand, or dick more accurately. When I’m settled snugly between her legs, I lean down and kiss her with my emotions as my erection kisses her while pushing in. “Good lord, Sweet Jesus.” Names taken in vain come tripping from my mouth.

  “What? What is it?” She sounds out of breath, and worried, and we just started.

  Maybe I pushed too far the first time. Her nails start to dig into my shoulders, so I begin to move again—slowly. “You feel too amazing.”

  A smile crosses her face, and then I push all the way inside her. Her mouth falls open and her eyes fall closed. “Hardy,” she releases my name on a sigh.

  I open my eyes to see her, to watch as she experiences this the first time, much like how it feels for me. “Are you okay?”

  “I’ve never felt like this. I feel full, like every minute that existed before was empty. You feel so amazing.” The warmth of her hand spreads across my cheek as she caresses it. “Like you were always meant to be a part of me.”

  “Made for each other.”

  “Yes, like we were made for each other. Please start moving again though. I want more.”

  And so it begins . . .

  Holding myself above her, I drop down low enough to kiss her while making love to her body, and what an amazing body she has. Her skin is smooth along her long legs, and I loop my arm under her sexy knee, bending it to my side. Her body is lean but soft in all the right places and I begin to steadily thrust. Her hips join mine, engulfing me deeper.

  I watch her reactions. My body’s inner coil is tightening as Virginia’s body embraces mine. She takes me into her supple haven and we move as if we were always meant to be together. “Are you okay?” I whisper, not sure if I’ve ever felt this lost to sensations before.

  “So good, babe. Keep going. Don’t slow down.”

  Smiling, our making love turns into a good fucking as she takes and gives, accepts, and returns the favor. Her nails digging into my skin spur me on to move even faster. I’m getting close, so close. I reach to where our bodies are joined and find her little erotic bundle of nerves. With my thumb, I put pressure where I know she wants it. “Can you come for me, baby?”

  “Oh my God. I’m so close already. Harder.” Her back arches and her head pushes into the bed, opening her body up to me like a flower blooming for the sun. “Keep going.” A little more pressure sends her moaning and she let’s go, falling into a bliss that strums through her like a string on a guitar. She’s stunning in her orgasm as her body flexes around me, encouraging my own release.

  Holding her by the shoulders, I fuck with all I have left, my body demanding I go big while heading into home. Darkness clouds my view and the lights burst, and I give in wholly to the demanding release. I collapse on top of her, and roll to the side, my soul sighing in contentment. “Holy—”

  “Jack fucking Daniels.”

  A woman after my own heart. Through my haze, I smile, reach over, and pull her to me. One eye opens and then another. She’s looking over at me with a huge, sassy grin on her face. “That good, huh?”

  “Better than I hoped and I had high hopes considering I’m learning from the best.”

  “You’re good for my ego, you know that.” I lean over and kiss her head. “You’re good for me.”

  “Will it always be this good, Hardy?”

  “The sex? It will get better. Trust me.”

  She giggles, and hits my chest playfully. “I meant us, this, being together.”

  “This will get better too. You can trust me on that as well. I’ll make sure of it.” I yawn, and hold my arm above my heading, look at the time. “Twelve past midnight.”

  Popping up, she says, “We missed a kiss at midnight.”

  “Oh we were kissing at midnight, baby. And a whole lot more.”

  Settling back down and laughing lightly, she says, “You’re right. We sure were. I can’t believe you popped my cherry.”

  “Popped, tasted, devoured.”

  “Okay, enough of that. Let’s just go with Happy New Year.”

  “Happy New Year.” We kiss before she gets out of bed and hands me my glass of champagne.

  “Cheers.”

  “Cheers.” We sip and then I kiss her again just because I can.

  She slips out of bed and goes to the bathroom. Watching her pad across my floor I can’t help but hope to have this view more often. And I really fucking hope that my dad is right about what you are doing at midnight is what you’ll be doing all year long because I could really get onboard with being inside V all year.

  We swap turns and when I return to bed, I lay my head next to hers. My arm is holding her by the waist while my body relaxes, ready for sleep. Vanilla and sex lingers in the air, a smile lingering on her face. I give her a kiss and close my eyes. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I move even closer, molding myself around her.

  Drawing figure eights on my arm, she already knows me, can feel that something’s weighing on my mind. Her voice is soft like her touch. “Are you okay, Hardy?”

  My head and heart are fuzzy. “I’m feeling a little drunk.”

  “I didn’t think you drank much tonight.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Then how are you drunk?”

  Opening my eyes, I whisper, “Since I met you I’ve been drunk on love.”

  She kisses my nose. Her tone is reassuring, her lips soft against my skin. “That’s the best kind of drunk.”

  “I’m going to have one helluva hangover.” I smile. “It might last years.”

  “I’m good with years.”

  Rolling on top of her, Big Richard is wide-awake again and ready for more. I can’t deny his drive. He has the stamina of a stud. I try to calm him down but it’s Virginia he’s reacting to, so that’s near impossible. When I look at her though, she has this amazing way of making the past not matter, the present really fucking sexy, and the future brighter. Happiness isn’t on the horizon, I’ve found it and I intend to hold onto it. “How do you feel about a lifetime?”

  The right side of her lips curls up. “Ask me tomorrow when you’re sober.”

  “I will, and every day after.”

  “Be careful what you say next, Hardy, or you’re gonna find yourself engaged and living in Connecticut.”I chuckle. “What about a fourth floor penthouse with a private elevator and rooftop deck?”“You have a rooftop deck?” Her excitement bubbles up.

  “I do.”

  “Can we go up?”

  “And here I was hoping we’d go down.”

  “You are so horny.”

  “Beats being an asshole.”

  “Good point, Mr. Richard.”

  “Speaking of sex—”

  “We weren’t talking about sex at all.”

  “You’re right. Let’s not talk about it. Let’s do it instead.”

  A moan escapes her lips when my hand slips between her legs. While I fuck her with my fingers, I kiss her tits. Now this is bliss. This is happiness.

  In the wee hours of the first day of the year, I’m lying in bed with V tucked in next to me. I used to think cocktails with a side of cock tales were the key to happiness, and that people only needed a good time and a great fuck to get by.

  A virgin named Virginia changed my mind, my heart, my body, and my soul. Yup, she owns all of me. And I’m pretty sure I own all of the good
parts that make her whole. Go me! With my free arm raised in the air, I do a silent cheer, careful not to wake her.

  But like I’ve been known to do, let’s give credit where credit is due, serendipity may have played a part in the Virginia and Hardy love story, but it was us who rewrote our ending. Together, we’re living that happily ever after one great fuc—eh, you get the picture.

  The End.

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  Sweet Talk by S.L. Scott Sneak Peek

  Sweet Talk

  Copyright ©S. L. Scott 2016

  DANNY WESTON

  Height 6’3”

  Waist 33.5”

  Chest 41.5”

  Suit 42 L

  Inseam 34”

  Shoes 13

  Eyes Light Brown

  Hair Medium Brown

  Editorial Note: Most sought after male model in the industry. Hollywood calling. Best known for his body—underwear modeling, fitness, runway, print ads. Needs extra room in the inseam. Easy to work with.

  Flirts. A lot.

  Follows through. Even more.

  Chapter One

  “God, I want you, Danny,” Simone whispers into my ear. She licks just below it before sliding down over my jaw and biting me.

  My hold tightens around her hips, steadying her. I should have seen the bite coming. They all do it, assuming they have to do something extreme to be sexy, to get my attention. Like every other time it happens, I pull back and run my fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck, then tighten my grip.

  She gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders while the innocence she’s trying to portray in her eyes fails under the skepticism found in mine. Our bodies are pressed together and heated, the fan not strong enough to cool us down.

  Tilting her head back, I kiss the divot at the bottom of her neck, then lick from base to chin, taking my sweet time. Simone’s back arches, pushing her breasts against my chest and she moans in pleasure.