House of Goths

Chapter 42

"Here you are, dormouse. This will make it all better, I promise," Crispin said, handing her an ornate goblet, filled to the rim with dark red wine.

"Easy there, Crisp. She's only little," Dorian chuckled as he got ready to go out.

"So what? It's not like she's driving anywhere tonight," Crispin encouraged with a smile when Becky put the soothing liquid to her mouth and sipped.

Since it was the start of Christmas break, Becky had declared that very evening, that she wanted to find out what being drunk was all about. She was in university after all!

Crispin was more than willing to help her out, pouring her glass after glass of wine.

"Say hello to Christmas tree girl for me," Becky said, winking at Dorian.

"You can tell her yourself later," he said as he picked up his car keys and left.

Stepping into the kitchen, Kell could only shake his head. "Getting my girl tipsy, are you?" Picking her up, he then placed her on the kitchen counter. She looked so helpless and cute, teetering about the place, goblet in hand, trying very hard to appear worldly and sophisticated.

"Ah, why not? She may as well get drunk where she's nice and safe, eh?" Crispin said with a wicked smile and a wink as he walked away into the living room.

"Easy now," Kelley said, watching her take a great big gulp of wine.

"Kelley... it's Christmastime," she sputtered with a sloppy smile. "I'm allowed."

"Only because it's your first time," he chuckled indulgently. "Feel free to go nuts, but just don't make it a habit."

"Can I go nuts on you?" she said, placing the goblet down and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Why, you sexy little minx..." he said, dragging her butt closer to him, prying her lips open with his tongue. She tasted lovely with the wine lingering on her breath. He offered her another sip, then quickly claimed her lips, drinking from her, his tongue, circling, exploring her mouth.

The man was pleasure personified. He could do no wrong as far as Becky was concerned. In fact, everything he did was incredibly hot. She couldn't help but dig her fingers into his back. "Kelley... please..." she begged, squeezing her thighs around his slim hips, desperately seeking that lovely friction that she'd gotten accustomed to.

"Sh... " he breathed huskily as he slipped his hand down the back of her pants, sliding his fingers between her cheeks, delving closer and closer to the source of her discomfort. "How about a little finger fucking, eh?" he whispered, glancing furtively over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear. "Will that help you out?"

"Yes..."

"You got it, love," he said as he circled his fingers, once, twice around that quivering little nub of pleasure, before sinking his middle finger deep within her tight little channel. He couldn't help but want to go deeper, she felt so good, so warm.

"Uh huh..." she cried, stifling her voice into his shoulder, her fingers fisting around his hair.

"Fuck me, Becky. You feel amazing," he groaned. "So tight, so fucking sexy. Baby, I want to fill you up so badly." Not resisting, he inserted a second digit. Kell glanced at her often to make sure she was okay. From the looks of her, he quickly surmised that she was just fine. She was practically riding his hand, writhing in ecstasy.

He nearly came apart right there, just from the look on her beautiful, but inebriated face. He should feel guilty, but he could care less at that moment. What mattered most was the feel of her shuddering against his hand. Her heavenly moisture pooled around his fingers, wetter than anything he'd ever experienced, so much so that he couldn't help but wonder...