ALONZO

Leaving the dimly lit bar, my steps faltered under the weight of the many drinks I had consumed. Raymond, my loyal right-hand man, walks beside me, steadying me at interval when I stray away from the curb. The alcohol coursing through my veins provides a temporary escape from all of my burdens.

Halfway to the car I'm halted in my walk by a woman falling right into me.

My confusion stills me but Raymond forever reliable and alert, intervenes on my behalf.

“Woah, there boss, be careful,” he tells me as he tries to move her away from my person. “She could be an enemy pretending to be unconscious.” His practicality shines through, even as my mental faculties are diminished right now. 

I was about to help him get her off me when she looks up and our eyes meet. I see something familiar — a genuine sadness — in the shiny caramel depths of her eyes. It was a type of sadness that I knew all too well. There is also something else about her that strikes a chord with me.

I could not help but notice how she looks just like my ex-fiancée, Heidi. She had the same hopeful, innocent sparkle in her eyes that Heidi had, the very one that attracted me to her in the first place. In that moment, a mix of nostalgia and curiosity aids me in making a decision.

“We can't just leave her here, Raymond,” I tell him as I try to adjust the woman that was currently leaning all of her body weight on me. “She looks harmless and it would be cruel to just leave her out here all by herself this time of night.”

Raymond eyes me skeptically, concern etched on his face. “Boss, we've just left a bar, and you've had quite a few drinks. Are you sure you're in the right head space to be making such calls?”

“Happy graduation to me. Woohoo!” the woman in my arms slurs and I can't help but find that she was quite adorable drunk.

“I'm fine. Let's just go,” I wave off his worries but Raymond does not look convinced.

“Fine, maybe I'm a little drunk and this isn't what I normally do but I'm not leaving her here. We'll just drop her off at the hospital. Or the police station. Somewhere she can find her own way.”

This seems to placate him and he helps me heft her off of me.

He takes up position at the other side of the woman and we both help her to our Jeep.

As we settle into the car, Raymond takes the driver's seat. I find myself in the back, cradling the unconscious form of the woman on my lap. She immediately settled into a comfortable position, her auburn hair splaying across her face. She didn't seem to mind and for a second I envied the raw vulnerability she was exuding. Midway through the ride we hit a speed bump and she stirs from sleep, her eyes fluttering open. Her gaze finds me easily, and she hesitantly asks, “Did you . . . kidnap me?”

A faint smile plays at the corners of my lips, finding amusement in her naive question. “No. I did not kidnap you. You seemed to be in need of help and I'm helping you.”

Something that looks like relief joins the alcohol in clouding her eyes, mingling with the vulnerability still in her face. “Well, I wouldn't mind being kidnapped by you. You are quite handsome for a kidnapper,” she quips, a hint of flirtation coloring her voice as she straightens up from my lap. She flicks my nose playfully and giggles to herself.

Chuckling softly, I respond, appreciating her wit. “Thank you for the compliment.”

She rests her head against the window and watches the scenery for a few minutes. “Wait, where are we going?” she asks.

“I was initially going to drop you at a hospital or police station but now that you're awake maybe we can drop you off at home. Where do you live?”

Her eyes widen in fear as I ask her this.

“No, God no. I don't want to go home. Anywhere but home. Please don't take me home.” She begs.

“Ok,” I agree. “Fine. I won't take you home. Where do you want to go?”

To my surprise instead of answering my question she places her hand delicately upon my thigh, a silent invitation in the quiet confines of the car. A smile crept up my face. 

“Truthfully, I'd rather just stay here with you.” In a bold move, she leans closer, her lips inching toward mine.

The smart move would have been to push her away since we were both drunk and not thinking clearly. 

But I wanted to take my mind of my worries for a little while and I wanted sex.

So I did not push her away. Instead I close the gap between both our lips and take hers in a bruising kiss that immediately asserts my dominance.

She tastes like strawberries and vodka and her lips are so supple that I cannot get enough. I grab her by the chin and force us even closer.

I bite down her bottom lip and as she gasps at the roughness I use the opportunity to slip my tongue in and explore the corners of her mouth.

When we finally pull away to get our breath I find her caramel eyes dilated with desire and her buxom chest heaving from our makeout.

Imagining those creamy mounds spilling out and bouncing as I rammed into her over and over had me hard almost instantaneously.

With that image in my head I could not think of anything else. I needed to be inside her.

I look to Raymond at the same time that our eyes meet through the rearview mirror. Through the reflection, I see his subtle eye movements and signal for him to park at a safe place and give me some privacy.

He nods his understanding.

Following my cue, Raymond expertly finds a secluded spot, the engine's soft hum fading into the background. He quietly steps out, leaving us alone in the car, surrounded by a palpable tension of lust and desire.

After making sure all the dark-tinted windows were rolled up and nobody could see into the car I turn to the beautiful woman beside me in the shapely red dress my fingers are already itching to rip off.

“Well, sweetheart, we're all alone now. Care to finish what we started?”

Like two magnets drawn to each other we impulsively start to kiss, our mouths hungrily exploring each other with a hunger that can only be sated by the intimacy of our heated embrace. We slip off our clothes piece by piece, not caring that they carelessly fall to the floor in a jumbled mess.

I kneel down beside her and start to lightly brush my lips against her satin skin. Ripples of pure pleasure shot through my body at her unrestrained moans. Her sounds of approval spur me on and I continue to explore the inside of her thighs.

I stop at the hem of the red silk panties she has on and take a deep lungful of her essence and the scent of her hits me straight in my dick causing my erection to strain against the fabric of my boxers.

“You smell heavenly. I bet you'll taste even better.”

Without a single warning I rip off her panties and bury my face in her dripping pussy.

I start to eat her out accompanied by her pleasured moans.

Her hands find their way into my hair and she tugs on the strands. I added my thumb to her clit and she bucked under the weight of the feelings.

“Oh my God,” she moans loudly, writhing in a puddle of ecstasy. “Keep going. I'm coming.”

At those two words I stop abruptly and she whimpered at the loss of my mouth.

“You are not allowed to come until I'm balls deep inside you.”

I pause and retrieve my wallet from the pile of clothes on the car floor. Opening it up I take out the pack of strawberry-flavoured condoms I had discreetly tucked away for just this occasion.

Discarding my boxers I roll the condom on and settle myself between her thighs.

I continue my tantalizing journey across her bare body with my tongue before plunging straight into her warm depths.

We are both completely exposed and nothing stands between us except the heat radiating from our joined forms. 

My hands caress her curves in an alluring rhythm as she archs into me, allowing myself to forget all inhibition and succumb to the pure passion filling the air around us.

The atmosphere is filled with intensity and electricity as we make love slowly.

Nothing else mattered in this moment and that was just how I liked it.