Intoxicated

by Stacey McCoy

  “I have time.” He reaches for my hand.

  I don’t want Jake to hold my hand again. I couldn’t handle it six months ago and I obviously can’t handle it now.

  “How about this for a plan. You can start by shouting me another drink then we’ll just sit and talk for a while and take the time to get to know one another,” I say.

  It’s weird. Even though I’ve said the words ‘get to know one another’ I get a funny feeling we already do.

  Chapter FIVE

  Jake is charming and funny and it’s not hard to look at his perfect face and matching body all night. He ticks all the right boxes, not that I’m a tick the box kind of girl, I just like the saying.

  All the girls and I are having a ball. Jeremy’s is one of those places where you quickly feel at ease and warmly embraced within its walls. Jake and I are consumed in conversation as we sit closely on one of the black leather couches. We don’t seem to be talking about anything of vital importance, but we do realise we have similar taste in all things relating to food, movies and alcoholic drinks. Soon we find ourselves sitting back watching and listening to the others.

  Alex and Liam are hot and heavy kissing each other out on the balcony. The cool night air possibly helping to keep their internal temperatures down. Simone, Jess, Mel, Danny and Sean are impersonating male macho movie characters on the couch opposite Jake and I. They’re hilarious to watch and listen to. Chrissy and B are still talking at the bar to our left, but I catch Chrissy trying to hide a yawn. Then I yawn. I’m not as good as Chrissy at hiding it.

  Jake comments, “Are you tired?”

  “Yeah a bit.”

  “I’ll walk you back to your room if you like?” Standing he offers me his hand so he can help me up off the lounge.

  I remain seated. “Oh nice line mate. I haven’t heard you pull a line all night then you serve up the oldest one in the book.” Sarcasm shadows my voice.

  With his hands on his hips Jake says, “It’s not a line. You’re tired and it doesn’t look like your friends are ready to leave anytime soon, well maybe Chrissy, I saw her yawn before”

  Confused, “I didn’t see you yawn.”

  “No it doesn’t work on me. You know that whole one person yawns and then everyone is yawning. I find if I’m tired I’ll yawn, but not because someone else does.”

  Suddenly I yawn and I can’t hold it back.

  Jake stuffs his hands in his pockets. It’s a nice sight as he stands in front of me.“You’re testing me,” he says.

  “No. I’m just really bloody tired and I needed to yawn. You didn’t yawn.”

  “I told you. It doesn’t work on me.”

  “You’re weird.”

  “Fine. Now can I walk you back to your room please?”

  Jake holds his hand out again and this time I take it. I’m too tired to argue, but I am relieved when he lets go of my hand and rests his on my lower back once I’m on my feet.

  Chrissy notices we’re leaving and excuses herself too. B leaves also. Alex and Liam come in off the balcony and announce they’ll catch us in the morning. She’s going to go back to Liam’s place. I look at her with my motherly worried look. Jake whispers in my ear, “Liam’s a good guy, she’ll be fine.”

  Do I trust Jake enough to let my friend go off with his friend?

  “Okay,” I say to Alex with a cautious tone. “But you will call me first thing in the morning and text me your address when you get to Liam’s place.”

  Liam fishes out a business card from his wallet and hands it to me. All of his personal details on it. Turning it over in my hand it reads ‘Word to the wise’ on the front. Whatever that means. “That’s where we’ll be. It’s okay I’ll take good care of Alex.”

  He looks for my approval even though we’re clearly old enough to not need it. Taking the card I hug my friend and ask her to stay safe.

  We leave the restaurant and I hear the others talking about hitting a karaoke bar as we exit the restaurant. I think Jeremy will be happy to see the back of us. We’ve been a rowdy bunch.

  It doesn’t take long to get back upstairs to our rooms. That’s the beauty of staying here. Chrissy says goodnight and heads straight to her room and hits the shower. I walk into the main bedroom with the king size bed. Jake follows.

  “Wow some place you’ve got here.” He’s awestruck by our surroundings.

  “Yeah it’s okay for a weekender I guess.” I’m being sarcastic of course. I could never afford to roll like this every weekend.

  I offer Jake a drink before collapsing onto the bed. He declines. I sit myself up just as Jake falls to his knees in front of me. I swear if I were to move my jaw I’d be chewing on my heart because the bloody thing has just jumped up into my throat and it’s on its way out.

  I try to swallow my pounding heart down my suddenly dry throat.

  “What are you doing?”

  My nerves have suddenly made an appearance as my hands begin to shake.

  “I’m taking off your shoes.”

  Is it just me, or has Jake’s voice just gotten lower and sexier.

  Jake slips off my shoes and places them by the foot of the bed then he begins to massage my feet. I love having my feet touched. The feeling is relaxing yet highly intoxicating all at the same time.

  I’m starting to feel a little horny.

  “Jake you need to stop that or else I might do something I’ll regret.”

  “Regret’s a big word Kat. Are you sure you’re comfortable using that word?”

  “Yes. No. Maybe.”

  We both laugh and suddenly Jake lets go of my feet as I asked and lies on the bed beside me.

  “Would you like me to go?”

  I lay back, shift onto my side and stare into his eyes. I think of Sam. Suddenly I’m crying again.

  “I’m so sorry Kat. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Jake surrounds me with his arms.

  God I miss this. I miss a man’s embrace. I miss that smell, that warmth, that security only a man can give you.

  “No. I’m sorry. It’s my first birthday without him, Sam, my husband that is. It’s been great, but tough at the same time.”

  “Oh I almost forgot.” Jake leaps up off the bed and pulls something out of his back pocket.

  I wipe away my tears and prop myself up on my elbows and take what Jake is giving me. It’s a pair of The Sons of Seduction G-string. My moist eyes begin to dry as I stare at my unique present with curiosity.

  “Happy birthday,” he says.

  “I don’t quite know what to say. Um thank you. But are these for me or for you?”

  “Well they are mine. They’re clean! I wanted to give you something for your birthday and considering it was short notice this was all I could grab.”

  Jake looks proud that he has managed to come up with such a thoughtful gift on such short notice.

  As I wonder if men find this particular type of underwear comfortable I mention to Jake that it would have been much easier to just give me a private dance.

  “Would you like that?”

  I can’t help but laugh. “No no no, I didn’t mean it literally.”

  The next thing I know Jake starts to dance and undress while humming some sort of slightly drunken, sultry music. It’s hilarious. He stumbles somewhat while trying to take his shoes and socks off.

  Leaning back, I prop myself up on my elbows as I enjoy the uncoordinated show.

  “You’re not very good at this are you?”

  “I don’t usually take my shoes and socks off on stage, so this hasn’t been rehearsed. Sorry.”

  It’s nice knowing this dance isn’t rehearsed. He’s effort makes me feel unique.

  Jake continues as I watch. He’s still humming as he takes his shirt off. I can feel my temperature rise. The look in his eyes has changed. I recognise the hunger deep in his blue irises. He had the same look when we were dancing on stage, but this look is slightly steamier.

  Jake’s movements are deep, piercing and have instantl
y been tattooed into my memory. No matter how long I live for, I will never forget this private moment we are currently sharing.

  My god I’m wet. I can feel my black, lace underwear sticking to my sex. I move back onto the middle of the bed as I sit up on my knees. I spread my thighs apart for support and maybe even to be a little flirtatious myself. My libido has taken over. She’s telling my brain to take the rest of the night off. I can hear her now, “It’s okay girl, I’ve got this.”

  Jake crawls toward me on the bed in nothing but his jeans, and they’re undone.

  “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want too. We can just lie close together if you like. Anything you want Kat, I’ll do it for you.”

  “That reminds me of a song,” I say.

  Jake starts to sing loudly while he mimics my position. He knows all the words to the song I’m referring too and surprisingly he doesn’t have a bad voice either. He has me laughing again as I flop onto my back. Man this bed is huge. I still haven’t hit my head on the backboard yet.

  “Jake.”

  “Yes,” he replies in his velvety voice.

  “Fuck me.”

  There is nothing for him to say apart from, “Okay.”

  We laugh, but not for long. Jake pounces on top of me. Kissing me passionately I can feel his erection pressing against my fevoured body and I want more. I want all of him right here, right now. The heat coming off the two of us together like this is too much. I start to attempt to take my clothes off. Jake pulls me up to a sitting position and straddles me as he rips my top off. My bra is easy work for him and it makes me wonder how many women he’s been with?

  Libido to Brain, “I thought I told you to rack off.”

  I bring myself back into the moment. I haven’t felt this level of passion for such a long time. I’m surprised I’m not nervous anymore. My heart’s racing as my natural animal instinct to mate with this man has lurched forward with gusto and has taken me from nice girl to all round sexual whore.

  I give Jake the indication that I want to be on top of him. He’s too heavy for me to push over. He takes charge and rolls us over in one smooth motion. We still aren’t even close to the edge of the bed. We continue to kiss passionately. His tongue thrusts into my mouth.

  I open wider allowing more of him inside me, my tongue yearning to taste more of his. Jake’s touch is like white heat as his hands roam all over my body. I sit atop of him so I can take a moment to appreciate the fine form of pure male that lies beneath me.

  Working my way down to his jeans I do my best to undress him completely.

  Jake stops me before I have the chance to throw his jeans onto the floor. “Wait! There’s a condom in my wallet.”

  “Oh. Sorry I didn’t even think. I haven’t had to use one for such a long time.” I blush and remember the full un-opened packet of extra-large condoms the girls gave me early in the day and I’d say from what I can see of Jake’s manhood he’d fit quite nicely into one.

  “Must be nice. I hate wearing them, but love sex. Can’t have one without the other.” Jake says with a slightly nervous laugh.

  I find his wallet and hand it over. It’s not long before his beautiful and rather substantial penis is wrapped up like a Christmas present. A present just for me. For tonight anyway.

  I can’t wait any longer. A year’s worth of sexual need shamelessly takes over my body. I stand up on the bed and remove my skirt and underwear.

  Jake has his hands laced together behind his head so he can prop himself up for a better look at my exposed body. I don’t feel self-conscious at all. I’m happy with my body. I know I’m not perfect, I have given birth to two kids after all, but I can tell Jake seems to like what he sees. The way his penis is bobbing up and down is enough indication for me.

  Impatiently I drop to my knees and straddle Jake’s toned hips. I guide his firm hot penis inside of me. The feeling of being instantly filled by a man, this man, is overwhelming. I know Chrissy’s in her room on the other side of the lounge area which separates my room from hers, still I silently pray she can’t hear me as I let out a deep moan. The pleasure I feel right now is addictive. I start to move. Jake starts to moan too. His hands are on my hips. I can feel his muscles clenching between my thighs and see his back arching so I can consume more of his already ample penis.

  He easily reaches and presses on my g-spot as I pick up the pace. We move together, matching each other thrust for thrust. My head is overcome with heat and a numbness which can only mean one thing, I’m close to orgasm. I throw my head back, pull my pony tail out and shake my hair free. Jake’s hands are on my breasts, kneading them and tweaking my nipples. It’s enough to send me over the edge. I begin to come. I can’t help but shout out pure sounds ecstasy.

  To my surprise Jake starts to come also. He presses his head back into the bed and grasps my thighs. His body turning red from his release. I move my hips slightly hoping to prolong his pleasure.

  As his body calms I climb off him and grab the throw rug from the end of the bed. Lying down beside him I cover myself with the throw. Nothing is said between us.

  Jake lays beside me completely satisfied. I lay beside him feeling utterly spent. A feeling of gratification and contentment settles over me as I fall into a deep and restful sleep. Something I haven’t experienced for a long, long time.

  Chapter SIX

  I wake to the sound of running water. Jake must have stayed all night. I doubt anyone else would be using the shower in my luxury suite’s bathroom. There’s a clear glass window through to the ensuite. If I move slightly I’ll be able to see who it is.

  Wriggling up the bed allows me to see Jake’s naked body in full view. Honestly, I doubted Jake would stay. Even after all he’s said, I figured the moment he was satisfied he’d leave and I would never see him again.

  A wanting desire heats my blood as I watch Jake’s perfect body glisten in the shower, wet, warm and fully naked., waking my libido from her slumber.

  Suddenly the shower stops and my nerves kick in. What the hell do I do now? I’m tempted to hide under the bed. That’s a sure sign of my maturity isn’t it? Then I think, what have I got to be embarrassed about? I invited the guy into my bed for the night and he’s still here. So maybe it’s he who has some explaining to do?

  Jake opens the shower door and grabs a towel. He looks up and catches me staring. I notice my jaw is open, slack and it’s possible that I’m drooling. I fake a yawn. Like that will cover up my audaciousness.

  Jake comes out of the bathroom and walks across to the bed while drying himself off. He’s confident in his body and so he should be. The man is faultless.

  “Morning beautiful,” he says as he crawls across the bed to kiss me.

  “Um morning. What are you still doing here?”

  “Well it’s nice to see you too,” he laughs then realises I’m honestly puzzled by his presence. “Wow. Did you think after all we talked about last night that I was the kind of guy who would fuck you then leave?”

  “Honestly Jake, I don’t know what to think about you. Don’t get me wrong, last night was amazing, but what do you think’s going to happen here? I mean I live on a farm with two kids, my husband is dead and you’re a full on city boy. How is this ever going to be more than what it is right now?”

  “Two kids. Wow. I suppose I should have expected that.” Jake rakes his hands through his hair. His towel is wrapped around his taut waist as he sits on the bed beside me. My heart drops as I realise there is definitely no hope for us. Jake isn’t the type of guy who wants a widow with two kids.

  “You can grab your things and go now. Thanks for a good time, it was nice to meet you Jake.” I roll over in an attempt to hide my disappointment.

  Jake places his hand on my shoulder and rolls me back to face him. “Sorry Kat. It’s just, I knew you were married, I just never thought you’d have kids for some stupid reason.”

  The previous night’s conversations start running through my head. No wonder he
’s surprised. I spent the entire night talking to Jake and not once had I mentioned my two beautiful kids. The thought makes me feel sick. Great! Now ‘I’m in line for the ‘Worst Parent of The Year’ award I think to myself.

  “I should have told you earlier. I’m sorry. Maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation now if I had.”

  “Katherine I don’t mind that you have kids, actually I’d love to meet them one day. Sorry my initial reaction sounded…insensitive. I’m just a bit shocked, but in a good way. Listen I’ve ordered some breakfast for us. How about you go and have a shower then we can eat and talk then maybe take in a movie later today.”

  Seriously who the hell is this man beside me? I can’t believe he’s still here and not running for the hills at the very mention of my kids. Jake really does seem to be a kind, caring, sensitive and sexy as hell guy who seems to have a thing for me.

  I thought Sam was the only one.

  Confusion washes over me once more. “Don’t you have a better place to be?”

  “You are my better place. I don’t want to be anywhere else if I can be here with you. Did you have other plans today? Sorry I haven’t even considered what you want to do.”

  “The girls are heading out shopping, but a day in here with you for company sounds great. I’ll grab a shower then let the girls know I’ll catch up with them later. Thank you Jake.” Then I remember Alex. “Shit Alex. Where’s my phone?”

  “It’s okay I got a text from Liam earlier. They offered to meet us for a late lunch if you like.”

  “Oh, okay. So Alex is okay?”

  “Yeah she’s great, or at least Liam thinks so. I heard your phone beep earlier. I didn’t want to read your messages, or wake you, but I assume it’ll be from her.”

  I get up off the bed still covered by the throw rug. My phone is on the bedside table and yes Alex has text me.

  It reads, “OMFG what a night. I’ve just had the best sex of my life. How’d you go you filthy skank? Let’s do lunch after with everyone and I’ll give you all the dets lol. Love ya bitch.”