CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AURYN
Getting Ripley into the Uber was a challenge. Her limbs were limp and rubbery. The driver looked at me like I was doing something wrong.
“She partied too hard,” I explained. “I’m taking her home to sleep it off.” When he continued to stare at me in the rearview mirror, I added, “She’s my girlfriend. I’m not abducting her or something. Chill out.”
I didn’t blame him for thinking this was a shady situation. I’m sure it looked that way to an outsider. It probably didn’t help that I had blood drying on my knuckles.
I had him take us back to my house. I would be able to take care of her there. I knew what an overdose looked like. She didn’t seem to be that far gone, thank God. Yet she wasn’t in good shape either.
Falling against me in the back seat of the car, Ripley mumbled, “You smell so fucking good, Auryn. I could just eat you up.”
She began to mindlessly grope me, running her hands over my body while I did my best to secure them both in one of mine. “That’s nice, baby girl. Let’s wait until we get home, hmm?”
Ripley didn’t seem to be aware of the man in the front seat listening to everything. That was made abundantly clear when she loudly said, “Take out that huge cock of yours. I want you to choke me with it until I pass out.”
Being drunk and high made her stronger than I’d expected. She almost pulled free of my grasp. I couldn’t very well let her take my cock out in the back of the Uber.
“I don’t think our driver would appreciate that.
We’ll be home soon. Then we can do whatever you want.
” I was willing to promise her anything if she would stop making a scene.
Not that I really cared what this guy thought.
I simply didn’t want him to think I was taking advantage of her in this state.
We pulled up to the house, and I hurriedly pulled her out of the car with me. Needing to get her inside before this guy called the cops or something, I told him to have a good night before turning my attention to Ripley who was now crawling on her hands and knees toward the front door.
I did my best to block her from his view as he pulled away. Drugs are bad, kids. They make you do shit you would never do otherwise. I’d done my own share of embarrassing shit, so I didn’t judge. I simply scooped her off the ground and into my arms.
“Why does walking feel so hard?” she whined, wrapping her legs around my waist. “All I want to do is lie down.”
Trying to support her weight with one hand, I used the other to awkwardly pull my keys from my pocket. I shoved open the front door, carrying her inside. After closing the door behind me, I put her down on the living room couch.
Ripley flopped over onto her back, slinging one leg up onto the back of the couch. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to make sense of where she was.
“I’m going to get you some water and start some coffee. Don’t move.” I hurried into the kitchen to pour her a glass of filtered water from the jug in the corner before brewing a mug of coffee.
I didn’t think anything was going to bring her down from this other than time and sleep. There was only so much I could do. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to need medical attention. Simply someone to make sure she was safe while she came down.
When I returned to the living room, Ripley was sitting awkwardly against the arm of the couch. She pressed buttons on one of the remote controls, frowning at the blank TV screen.
“Why won’t this stupid thing turn on?” she demanded. “I think your TV is broken.”
I had to chuckle. “Because that’s the remote for the sound system. Here.”
Picking up the other remote from the coffee table, I turned on the TV for her. She immediately lost interest, staring around the house with wide, bloodshot eyes.
“So this is where you live.” Ripley nodded as if something had been confirmed for her.
I took a seat next to her on the couch, holding out the glass of water. “You need to drink this. You should stay hydrated. There’s coffee too.”
She accepted the water, chugging back most of it in a few swallows. Her eyes fluttered again, like she was having a hard time staying awake. “Let’s order food. I could really go for some chicken nuggets right now.”
“Maybe in a bit. Let’s focus on fluids for now. Maybe some sleep.” I’d been down this road before. She wanted nuggets now, but they would come right back up. She had passed out of the safe zone a while ago.
“Maybe some of that cock,” she giggled. “Where’s your bedroom? Being in bed sounds really good right now.”
Ignoring her remark about my cock because I couldn’t very well fuck her when she was this out of it, I took her hand and steered her toward the stairs. “Good idea. Let’s get some sleep.”
Ripley’s legs wobbled as I guided her with an arm around her waist. “I don’t want to sleep. What happened to the party? We were having such a good time.”
Did this girl not realize where she was? I couldn’t remember the last time I was so wasted. Being this out of it was not a good time.
“The party is over. You had too much to drink and smoke. You need to sleep it off.” When she stumbled on the first step, I picked her up and carried her to the top.
“Weeee,” she cried out before dissolving into giggles.
I had to shake my head, biting back a laugh of my own. I fucking hated that she was so messed up, yet I loved seeing this unbridled side of her. The side she held back when sober. It would be nice to see her let down her guard and stop holding back so much.
Using my foot to shove open the door to my bedroom, I carried her inside and placed her on the bed.
My room was on the smaller side. Not that I minded.
All I did here was sleep. My double bed was against the far wall.
A small bookshelf covered in collectables like Batman Funko pops and replica weaponry from movies and TV shows next to the window. Nothing special yet still cozy.
Ripley ran both hands along the fluffy comforter on the bed. “Wow, this is nice. I need to feel it against my skin.”
She promptly began tearing off her clothes. Tossing items aside without care. Not stopping until she sat naked in the middle of my bed. She flopped down on the blanket, oohing and aahing about how good it felt against her skin.
“Get in here with me, Auryn.” Ripley patted the bed, her words slurring together. “I need you to give me that beautiful cock.”
With a shake of my head, I chuckled softly. Pulling my shirt off, I then ditched my jeans in favor of a pair of comfy sweats. “How about some sleep first, doll? You really need to get this shit out of your system.”
After turning off the big overhead light, I climbed into the bed next to her. She squirmed around beneath the blankets in an effort to get comfortable. Rolling in against me, she pressed her lips to my neck, seriously testing my resolve.
“Don’t you want me, Auryn? I need you to fuck me. Please.” Her warm breath on my skin along with her pleas made it almost impossible to resist.
This wasn’t like last weekend when we’d done ecstasy together and had a great time.
She was far too fucked up to know what she was doing.
Having only had two drinks, I was relatively sober.
There was nothing I wanted more than to be buried inside her.
Not like this. I may have been a player who got around but I didn’t take advantage of women clearly not in the right state to consent.
“I can’t do that right now, Ripley,” I said, groaning as the words left my mouth. “Trust me. I want to. You’re too messed up. You need to sleep it off first.”
My resistance didn’t stop her from reaching for my cock, groping it through my pants. The girl was determined.
“I need you. Don’t leave me this way. It’s torture. Let me feel you.” Ripley’s grip was surprisingly strong. I had to pry her fingers off my cock.
I knew she never would’ve acted like this sober. If anything, she’d be totally mortified to find out she’d done this. Needing to do something to subdue her, I rolled her over, pinning her with my body. Shoving her hands down by her sides.
Dipping a hand down between her legs, I said, “I’m going to finger fuck an orgasm out of you so you can finally relax. Then you’re going to go to sleep like a good girl, isn’t that right?”
A tremor ran through her as she spread her legs wider for me. “Yes, I promise.”
What would it take to bring this side out of her while sober? I was now determined to find out.
Holding her down beneath me, I slipped two fingers between her thighs, finding her hot and wet.
She let out a little animalistic sound of satisfaction as I pressed them inside her.
It didn’t take much to have Ripley moaning and crying out.
Good thing we were the only people in the house.
She would’ve been horrified to have our friends hear her.
Slowly, I thrust my fingers into her warm pussy, shallow and then deep. When she was really hungry for it, I ran my fingers up over her clit. Circling it several times while she twitched and moaned.
I fucking loved having her at my mercy. Not that I was a sick, twisted bastard who wanted a drugged out girl to take advantage of. All I really wanted was for Ripley to completely succumb to me. All on her own without the influence of drugs or alcohol. Just her begging and pleading.
The dark made it impossible to clearly see her expression. The sounds she made told me all I needed to know. My name was a moan on her lips. Goddamn that went straight to my cock.
My fingers moved faster inside her. My thumb on her clit. Nailing all the good spots at the same time. She squirmed around beneath me like she couldn’t stay still. One hand tightly gripping my forearm.
Even though I wanted to kiss her, I didn’t want to silence her. Hearing her cries, my name on her lips, it was all too fucking satisfying. I worked her clit, rubbing it in fast circles, paying keen attention to her breathy moans. The way they picked up in pace as she drew closer to orgasm.
Then she was there, spilling over the edge. Coming apart all over my fingers. I only wished that it was my cock instead. Soon.
Ripley let out a satisfied sigh, her body relaxing. “I think I like you too much, Auryn. That’s not good, is it?”
I froze. I had not expected her to say that. Rolling over beside her, I pulled her in against me, spooning her from behind.
“Why would you say that?” I dared to ask.
“Because none of this is real.” Her voice began to fade, like she was already slipping into slumber.
Instead of answering, I laid there beside her while she passed out. Staying awake for a while to make sure she was okay. Pondering what she said.
I liked her too. More than I had intended. There was something about Ripley that made me want to protect her. To destroy anyone who would dare to hurt her. I hated the thought that the person who hurt her might end up being me.