Hey everyone i've decided to post the first chapter to Intoxication. Please read and let me know what you think. I do need your guys help though i'm not 100% present sure how to add new chapters on the an existing documate so someone could help me out that would be awesome!
Intoxication
Chapter 1: Erotic Notions
She grabbed his head, crushing his lips to hers; moving her lips against his, demanding his full attention. He could feel the hunger of her kiss, and the taste of sweet pure lust clinging to every inch of her supple lips. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up on to the dark mahogany desk. He reciprocated the kiss, liquid faire burned between them. She wrapped her legs around his waist locking him to her; fingers knotting themselves in his long slivery hair.
He smiled into their kiss, "I see you came around," His blue eyes glinting with passion in the light of the jukebox. It was the only object providing light in the dark office.
She didn't answer she moved her kisses along his rough jaw. He grabbed her face and brought her lips back to his. She unzipped his shirt and began pushing it down over his arms. He let go off her and pulled it the rest of the way off. She held his face in place so he couldn't break the kiss. He placed his calloused hand on the side of her neck and ran it down to her breasts. A soft moan escaped her mouth. He smiled knowing the he had this kind of affect on her. He ran his hands over her breasts feeling there fullness, memorizing their shape. Her nipples were already hard and peaking through then thin cotton tank top she wore.
Thank god for women not sleeping in bras. He thought pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She arched her back. "You like that don't you?" He breathed.
She buried her face into his neck, and kissed his collar bone. She felt the cold smooth blade of a knife along her hip. He slipped it under the waist band of her thong; cutting it off her. She knew what was coming next.
Her grabbed a hand full of her long hair and pulled her head away from his neck, causing her to arch her head back giving him full exposure of her neck. He assaulted her neck with kisses and bites. He brought his lips back to hers, and slid his hand down her abdomen, to her most secret spot.
She's so wet and getting wetter… He thought as he playfully teased her opening. Her thick juices covered the tips of his fingers; the slimy texture of her cum making his erection strain even harder against his jeans and chaps.
"S-S-Stop teasing me…" She stuttered.
The young man just smiled and swiftly forced two fingers into her tight wetness. It earned him a pleasurable scream from his lover. He watched her, a smirk painted on his heartbreaking face as he began stroking her G-spot. She arched her back pushing herself father on to his long fingers. She retracted her legs from around him, resting her heels on the edge of the desk for balance.
He started to pump her with his fingers, slowly at first but picking up speed as he continuously shoved his appendages into her.
She had all but lost it when he added a third finger. She shrieked and threw her head back, "Please stop… Oh my god…" She bucked her hips against his band, tossing her head, begging him to end the touchier. "Oh god please… Fuck me!" Her long hair was covered in sweat, and clinging to her face, "I can't take it anymore!"
He was enjoying the way she looked and how helpless she had become, "Say my name…" He murmured into her ear.
"Oh god…" Her eyes tightened.
"What's my name?" He asked again.
Her bucking became more violent and she grabbed on to his broad shoulders for balance, as she forcefully thrust her wet opening onto his fingers. "Oh god I'm going to…" her voice shuddered and she could feel the tingling in her stomach, "Fuck me please… Quick… I'm going to cum!"
"Say my name bitch!" He ordered huskily continuously assaulting her womanhood.
"I'm… Ah!"
"SAY IT!"
"DANTE…" she screamed as her orgasm consumed her, "Oh god Dante!" She could feel herself squirting, her cum covering his hand and the top of the desk. As he still stroked her. "Dante…" She cried out his name again.
"What?"
Her eyes snapped open, the banging on the door reached her ears.
"Scarlett! Open up!" Dante yelled from the other side of the bedroom door, "What's wrong I heard screaming."
She felt herself blush 100 shades of red, "N-N-Nothing! Just nightmares go back to bed!"
An annoyed growl from the other side of the door was heard. She could hear him heading back to his room. She let out a sigh of relief, and lay back down. She closed her eyes and soon enough she was wrapped back up in her and Dante' heated session.
"You're not touching you breakfast."
"I don't feel like eating," He replied. It was six in the morning and Dante wasn't in the mood to eat. Hell, he wasn't in the mood for anything. Scarlett's screams had woken him in the middle of the night and since then he had been able to get a moment's rest. He laid his head on his shoulder and toyed with his food.
"Hey, stop that!" she snapped knocking her fork with his, "You go up this fucking early and I was nice enough to make you a healthy breakfast on my day off."
Dante just stared at her, "I would have been fine with left over pizza last night."
She glared at him as she placed a hand on her hip, the ruffled apron making her look like one of the girls for Tokyo Mew Mew. He knew she had a point but he was too tired to try and think of a witty comeback. Even if he did he doubted that she would give a satisfying response.
Something was off with Scarlett lately, her tongue is as sharp as ever but her comeback to my daily sexually harassment has been less then satisfactory. Putting all hit-ons and insults aside, the two had barely talked. Words between them were becoming less and less. She had been avoiding his eyes like the plague and trying to physically comfort her would earn him no less then three bullets to the skull.
"What?" She growled catching his gaze as she slipped in to the chair across from him to start her own breakfast. She quickly looked away and started to eat, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"You're acting funny." He answered her question honestly.
It was no secret; Scarlett was always a little odd to begin with. He knew she had a sketchy pasted, being a mafia boss's daughter hadn't been easy. She packed heat constantly. Twin hand guns similar to his own, but were M 1911, after she had come to live with him he had personally modified them to be similar in power and chamber capacity as Ebony and Ivory. However she never let her guns out of sight, and he knew she probably had two other stashed somewhere in her bed. Even though he had assigned to her as a bodyguard by her father for the first two years they had known each other now she was a free women but she had stuck around to be his right hand lady. She was a lot better to have around compared to Lady, and she was just as hot if not hotter then Trish, plus she took care of him. She was his live in maid when they weren't out on some whirlwind adventure. Dante just kept his opinions about her body, and her cooking, too himself, not ever a single complement; mainly because he had a personal displeasure for being force-fed speeding lead. The thought of that made his mind fly back to when he had "accidently" Stumbled into the shower with her. Never the less, these days she had been nothing short of odd… even odder then usual.
"I'm not acting funny. It's your imagination." She said getting up to put the dishes in the sink.
"My imagination?" Dante cocked and eyebrow.
"Yes." She replied leaning back against the counter.
Dante smirked at her, "Well my imaginations been running wild hearing you scream my name over and over again in the dead of night."
She coked on her cup of coffee, and she started coughing.
His smile grew, "So I wasn't imagining things."
Scarlett continued to cough trying to clean her throat.
"Easy, easy, you're turning as red as a tomato."
His comment only made her blush harder she could feel blood rushing to her head. Determined not to let anything slip she played off her blush as pain from coughing. There is no way in hell I'm letting that demon boy know about the constant sex dreams. There is now way he's going to know the reason the washing machine has been running like crazy is because I wake up and my sheets are soaked in cum and sweat. And there is defiantly no way that he's finding out that the reason I shake and tremble and get nervous at night or around him is because I've been fantasizing about him ruthlessly fucking me again and again, weather it be with his fingers or his cock there is know why he's going to know. I'll never hear the end of it. She turned back to the dishes in the skin.
Dante was a self proclaimed sex god, and from what she had seen though out the last few months she had lived with his there was no doubt in her mine that he really was one. She had found him in bed some mornings with up to four different girls in bed with him. Everything about Dante screamed sex appeal, from his angelic features, to his rock hard chiseled body. Even his clothes screamed "FUCK ME!" The half-demon wasn't stupid, he was well aware of his god given good looks and he made it a personal goal to flaunt them. The women loved it, they clung to him like leaches and would fallow him home on a nightly basis. The sounds of moans and grunts had echoed through Devil May Cry, they pierced Scarlett's ears, and all she could do was just turn up the music louder. She was jealous yes, but no matter what she had promised herself that she wasn't going to become one of Dante's penny whores. She was his friend and that was all, not matter how much her lady parts disagreed.
She looked over her shoulder at Dante, who was still sitting in the chair. That smirk never leaving his face, she could feel the heat rising in her face again when she noticed that wicked gleamed that resided in his icy blue eyes. She turned back to the dishes; she heard the chair scrap the floor. Dante's Strong arms wrapped around her small frame, her body froze, and the cup she was drying slipped from her hand and hit the counter top. She could feel the heat of his breath teasing that spot below her ear his platinum strands tickling her neck and shoulders.
"So…" he whispered, "Why did you scream my name?"
She stayed silent and reached to clean up the cracked mug.
He grabbed her hand, and kissed it, "Were you lonely?" He bite earlobe, his voice dropping lower. He intertwined his fingers with hers. "You know I would be more the obliged to keep you company. To make you scream like that again."
Scarlett's cheeks burned red hot at his proposal. She tried to reply but the only thing that came out was a small squeak. Dante just smiled and kissed her neck. She didn't want to let herself be so easily seduced. She didn't know that this was the kind of affect his tricks had on her. Other men had pulled far better moves in my younger days, and I never felt the motivation to return the gesture. So why him? Why Dante? The lack of a witty comeback cost her dearly, her mind was completely blank. The only thing she could think of was that stirring in her stomach and the wetness between her legs.
Dante begin to unclip the clasps that held the front of her tinny corset together, "So what do you say? Right here, right now on the kitchen floor or on the table which would you prefer?"
RIIIINNNGGGG
Scarlett pretty much jumped out of her skin, as she pushed herself away from Dante and skidded into the main office to get the phone. She laid across the desk reaching for the phone, she go it and stood up. "Hello, Devil May Cry."
Dante leaned against the door frame staring at her. Letting his eyes travel up the knee high stocking legs to the creamy skin that lean up under the apron, to her busty top half. He smirked to himself as she struggled with her top, trying to close it before anything popped out farther the phone sandwiched between her ear and shoulder. The way she stood reminded him of the classy secretaries that rich men kept around the office, but there was nothing classy about what Dante wanted to do to her right now. It's like she makes it her personal goal to get me hard with in the first twenty five minutes that I'm fully awake. He yawned and readjusted her pants, as a reminder to keep himself well restrained. Scarlett was not a woman to tamper with, she would more then likely kill you can ask questions later. All his flirting had failed to gain her as his bedmate unlike with other women, but he respected her a lot more. He knew the wrong move could ruin everything, their friendship and his chances with her for good.
"Sorry you've got the wrong guy, you might want to get a hold of the police for that."
Dante turned and went back to the kitchen.
Scarlett hung up the phone and finished fixing her top, make sure nothing was going to pop out even with it done up. There always was the possibility of that happening with corsets. The bell above the door jingled and she turned around.
Dante poured some coffee into a cup when he heard the bell jingle, Just a customer Scarlett will deal with it. Then the sound of a gun being cocked reached his ears, "What the hell are you doing here?" Scarlett ordered. Dante put down his coffee and quickly went to the office. He saw Scarlett holding Ivory. She was at gun point with someone he hadn't ever expected to see again.