17. Drunk On You
Chapter 17
Drunk On You
Asher
I ’ve been avoiding Esme for the last week. After I caught her moaning my name while she was touching that virgin pussy, I couldn’t trust myself to get close to her. I worried that if I got too close, I would immediately go rabid and rail into her just so I could get a taste of my own. I went back to my place after that and came so hard to the sound replaying in my mind that I saw stars. The ropes of cum that shot into my hand were more than I’d ever dealt with before. I needed the distance to calm down. I’m sure she’s confused, though. I feel guilty as fuck because she’s acting like a shy dog. At first I just avoided her and basically ran away if I saw her coming too close, and now she’s hesitant to be near me. I need to have a couple drinks and then man the fuck up and talk to her. I did promise her a drink…
Phillis and Peter are gone again, so I walk up to the house with a fresh bottle of tequila and everything to make her favorite red pepper pasta. I walk in, and she’s sitting on the couch with her Kindle app pulled up on her phone.
“Heyyy,” I say to announce my arrival. She looks up at me and then back down to continue reading. I mean, I deserve that but still, ouch.
“I brought stuff to make red pepper pasta,” I sing.
She side-eyes me, and I make sure I’m in her line of sight by leaning on one foot and tipping over. I give her a huge shit-eating grin, and she chuckles and looks back down at her phone. I’ll take that as a win for now.
“Andddd…” She tilts her ear toward me, and I can tell I’ve piqued her interest, “I have a whole bottle of tequila.” I give the bottle a little shake to emphasize my point.
“Ooo!” She jumps up and grabs the bottle from my hand.
She’s so fucking cute. Wait, shit no. Asher, no, she can’t be cute. You can’t have her, I berate myself mentally.
She makes her way over to the cupboard and pulls two shot glasses from it. She fills both of them before handing one to me.
“To the men in our lives who like to avoid us.” she cheers before shooting the clear liquid back. Without even processing the first one, she fills her glass and pours that one back too.
“Okay, let’s get some food in our stomachs before we get drunk off our asses.”
“Speak for yourself,” she says before she shoots another one.
“Look, Princess, I’m sorry, okay?” I get the water boiling and start adding the ingredients into the blender.
“What the fuck is your issue? You may not get it, but you’re my person here. You’re all I really have with my grandparents being so old. You’re the only one who gets me here. We had so much fun at the river, or at least I thought we did. What did I do?” Her voice carries off, and she looks down at the ground. I mentally kick myself for making her feel like this, but I don’t know how to explain that I am afraid I am going fuck her if I get too close.
“It’s me, Princess.” I guide my finger under her chin and force it up so she has to look at me. Our height difference makes it so I tower over her. Her big doe eyes are glassy with extra moisture.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t want you to feel like this. I just had to figure some shit out, and when you’re around, my head gets all foggy. I can’t think straight around you. I’m so fucking sorry.”
She nods, but I don’t accept it.
“I’ma make us this pasta, and then we’ll chill out and talk. Okay?”
She walks back to the couch, taking the bottle and glass with her. I need to make this shit fast before she’s so drunk she can’t remember the conversation.
I mix the noodles and sauce together and plate it before heading back to her. She has her head resting on her shoulder, and the bottle has an obvious amount gone. Fuck, I took too long.
“Hey, Princess, let’s get some food into you.”
“You’re so fucking hot,” she slurs. I can’t help but laugh.
“Okay, here’s your plate.” I hand it to her, and she shovels three forkfuls into her mouth. She has red sauce spilling from her lips and looks like a chipmunk with her mouth of noodles.
“This is so fucking good…” she starts. “Would you fuck me?” I choke on the bite I am chewing and swallow it down. She sets her bowl on the coffee table and just looks at me.
“Excuse me?” I ask, still coughing from my near-death-by-pasta experience.
“Would you fuck me?”
“Princ—”
“I know you wouldn’t. It’s okay. I’ll just die a virgin.”
“Don’t be like that. You’ll find someone…”
“Maybe not. No one wants to fuck me.” Her eyes are glassy again. “I won’t be able to find someone before I die.”
I wish I was the one to fuck her, but that’s beside the point.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I sit up and put my bowl down too. “You’re not dying anytime soon.”
“Mmm, that’s not what the people who killed Daddy say.” All of a sudden she makes a surprised face and covers her mouth with her hand before chuckling. “Fuck, here I go telling people again. I really am gonna die.”
“Esme, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“I said too much…”
“Okay, well finish telling me.”
“Nope,” she says with a pop. Well, there’s no point arguing with a drunk person. She’s obviously already gone.
“Okay, finish eating.” I pass her the food again, and she chows down. I watch her, no longer hungry. I’m contemplating what she said and what it could mean. How do these things correlate? And who the fuck do I need to get rid of to keep her safe?
Once she’s finished, I help her up the stairs back to her room. As soon as we’re in her room, she starts stripping.
“Princess, come on, you’re killing me.”
“Please fuck me, Asher.”
Yep, she’s going to be the death of me. She pulls her bra off, and her heavy tits bounce as they fall out of their confinement. I bite my knuckle as I stare at her nipples stiffening under my gaze. She unbuttons her pants and pulls them down from around her hips, bringing her panties with them. My cock is straining against my zipper, a sensation I’m quickly getting used to.
She’s standing in front of me bare, and I take in the sight of this beautiful woman in front of me. She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and she’d look perfect bound and gagged at my mercy.
“Please. Fuck me, Asher,” she says. In three steps, I’ve closed the distance between us before grabbing her chin and forcing her to stare at me. I grip her chin tightly, not allowing her any movement. She whimpers from the grip I have on her.
“I’m sure if I touched that pussy of yours, you’d be dripping for me. Am I right?”
She nods her head.
“Mmm. Well, Princess, you’re a sight to see. Your curves and heavy breasts are begging to be traced with my tongue. I want nothing more than to pound into the virgin cunt and see the blood mixed with my cum as it pours out of your used hole. And the only reason I’m saying any of this is because I’m sure you’ve had enough to drink that you won’t remember any of it. You’re off limits, baby, or I’d have you on your knees begging for my cock. Maybe even tie you up so you can’t do anything but let me use you. Is that something you’d like? What would you want?” I reach around the back of her head and pull it close while I kiss her forehead.
“Yes,” she says on an exhale, “I- I want you to dominate me.”
I blow out a breath, wishing more than anything that we could do the fantasy that’s reeling in my mind, but I know the reality.
“We can’t.” I inhale her vanilla scent, allowing myself this moment before I pull away. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”
She pouts, but I turn her around and give her ass a soft tap to push her in the right direction. She climbs in and pulls the cover over herself to cover the delicate skin that has my mouth salivating.
“Sleep tight, Princess.” I kiss the top of her head, back away, and leave the house. I need to do some digging.