Chapter 2 Alcohol and Men Are Both My Antidote
Miranda's POV
Pirates Bar - I found it was a really old-school bar. The decor was old-school, the music was old-school, even the drinkers were old-school, mostly men over forty.
And there I was, wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, hair in a ponytail, looking just like a college student.
My brain was stuffed with anxiety, and I desperately wanted to let loose!
I sat down at the bar, finished a few shots, my brain filled with a buzzing that matched the beat of the music. I shook my head, snapped my fingers at the bartender, and soon a glass of vodka appeared in front of me. I threw my head back and downed it.
That's the kick I needed!
The alcohol made my tongue go numb, troubles drifted away, and my brain was left with nothing but music and rhythm.
This was exactly what I needed!
When the last few bills in my pocket were gone, I stood up shakily. Suddenly, a burly guy with a full beard walked up and patted my shoulder.
"Hi, out of money? I can buy you a drink!"
I waved him off. "No, thanks, I don't need it."
He actually grabbed my arm. "Hey, chick, don't go. Come on, just one drink."
I tried hard to push his hand away, but lost my balance and bumped into a nearby table. The alcohol had drained all the strength from my body, and I couldn't help feeling a bit scared.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my other hand and pulled me back. I crashed straight into a solid chest.
The alcohol blurred my vision, but when I looked up, I saw a gorgeous face that seemed to carry God's favor.
He looked like he was glowing.
The burly guy's face darkened. "This is my catch!"
A magnetic voice came from behind me. "She's not anyone's catch."
With that, he gently wrapped his arm around my waist and helped me stand steady.
The burly guy frowned and let go of my arm, crossing both hands over his chest. "Bro, I was here first."
Before I could react, I heard the burly guy cry out in pain, his wrist twisted into an unnatural shape. I swear, I even heard the sound of bones breaking.
Then, a warm hand guided me out the bar door.
"Where do you live? Can I take you home?"
He was talking to me.
I couldn't help but laugh, my body tilting as I fell into his arms.
He smelled really good.
The next second, my hand went through his clothes and touched his abs.
Nice feel - the muscles were kind of hard. The handsome guy clearly worked out.
He stopped my wandering hand as I tried to go lower, sighing helplessly. "Lady, where do you live?"
I looked around, standing there, having no idea where I was or why I was there.
Like a crazy person, I grabbed him and ran forward, pointing at a sign in the distance: "There."
It was a motel!
What I needed most right now was a soft, comfortable bed!
So I hooked my arm around his neck and dragged him stumbling through the motel entrance.
Behind the counter sat a chubby girl with a face full of freckles. "ID!"
I waved my hand. "Give me a bed! Quick, right now!"
Obviously, the girl had seen too many thirsty drunks like me and showed a disgusted expression. "ID!"
The man quickly slapped three hundred dollars on the counter, got a room key in return, then scooped me up and carried me upstairs.
Lying on the big bed, I felt hot all over and took off my T-shirt and pants.
Just as I was unhooking my bra, my eyes met a pair of deep blue eyes. These eyes were full of magic, making me want to get closer.
I slowly stood up, hooked one hand around the man's neck, slipped my other hand under his shirt and up to his abs, until I pinched his nipple.
His eyes immediately burned with hot flames. The next second, two thin, sexy lips pressed against mine, an aggressive tongue stirring wildly in my mouth. My brain went completely blank and stopped working altogether.
He let out a gasp, like a witch's whisper. "Lady, you asked for it."
"I've been waiting for you."
Soon, I was completely naked, pressed tightly against another body.
He bit my earlobe, his large hands roughly kneading my breasts, his already hard cock pressing between my legs, gently rubbing against my opening.
My pussy pushed up to meet him - it was already soaking wet, craving to be fucked.
"Hurry, hurry! Baby, I can't wait anymore."
He panted in my ear. "What's the rush? Sweetheart, we've got all night."
He hooked two fingers through my wetness and slid them into my pussy, easily finding my clit and rubbing it repeatedly. My whole body jerked slightly like I'd been shocked.
"Show me everything you've got."
Suddenly, his fingers pulled out quickly, and his huge cock thrust all the way in. I couldn't help but moan, my hands gripping his back, scratching two bloody marks.
He pounded hard while holding my ass up high with his hands. My butt slapped against his balls, making loud smacking sounds.
I was a grown woman who'd had several boyfriends, but I still had to marvel at his size.
My entire pussy was completely filled, with a slight pain.
I instinctively tightened my muscles, the folds of my pussy rubbing repeatedly as his cock thrust in and out, secreting puddles of fluid. Soon, where we were joined became sticky.
This pain mixed with incredible pleasure was addictive.
"Baby, you're driving me crazy."
I bit my teeth, caressed the back of his neck, and kissed him, saying, "Then let me see what you've got too."
With his fast and fierce thrusts, I threw my head back and moaned, stretching out my sexy neck, wet sounds coming from below.
He suddenly picked me up and pressed me against the wall. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, bouncing hard on him.
"Oh baby, that sexy ass of yours, I love it so much."
He hoisted my legs over his shoulders, his hands roughly squeezing my ass, and gave one powerful thrust. I felt like my lower belly was about to be pierced through. A shuddering excitement shot straight to the top of my head, pleasure washing over me like waves.
I couldn't resist this intense stimulation and screamed loudly: "Oh, fuck me! Harder, harder! Come on! My lion!" Scream after scream, wave after wave of his thrusts, and finally, we both came.
I passed out on the bed.
I don't know how long it has been, but I had a dream. In the dream, I was having sex with a sexy male model. He held my waist, his hands reaching from behind to grab my breasts, two fingers roughly rubbing my nipples. I even felt liquid flowing between my legs.
I opened my eyes groggily and found myself being held against a solid chest, and there really were two hands rubbing my nipples.
Startled, I reached back to push the person behind me, but accidentally grabbed a thick, hard object.
I turned my head, and by the nightlight in the room, I saw a pair of seductive blue eyes. Looking down, his cock was red and hot, covered with bulging dark veins.
"You're awake?!"
With a slight pant, he gently kissed my shoulder. "The night's not over yet. Want more?"
"Come on," I reached back and guided the huge cock behind me into my pussy.
