In The Night Garden Pt. 10

"That's it babe," he said encouragingly, "Just press your other nostril and sniff hard through the other." He massaged the back of her neck gently as she inhaled the powder loudly, coughing as she passed the pipe back to him.

"Good girl," he whooped loudly, applauding her. She felt a rush of energy flow through her body, tasting the powder at the back of her throat. The grimace on her face made him laugh as she sniffled softly.

"Are you supposed to taste it like this?" She said, her face wrinkling in confusion. He put his arm back around her waist as he pulled her closer to him, his fingers caressing her back.

"If you can taste it, it means it's working," he whispered, and he kissed her hard on the lips. She froze for a moment, then he felt her body relax a little and her lips responded to him. She was sure it was a combination of the drugs and the wine going straight to her head, but she couldn't help but feel slightly euphoric, and willing. Her mouth opened slightly and she felt his tongue snake inside, swirling around slowly with hers. His hands still slightly cold from the beer bottle slipped between her legs; his thumb pressing her clit over her shorts. She shuddered as he pulled up her t shirt with the other hand, dragging it over her head, revealing a black lace bralette underneath. As his mouth moved over her neck she could feel him smile against her.

"You wear that for me, baby?" he cooed, his hot breath tickling her skin. He placed a hand on her breast, squeezing it gently through the thin fabric. Her nipple stiffened as he plucked at it, lowering his head and pulling the fabric from her supple skin. As he took a nipple into his mouth, he sucked and licked as his hand reached for the ice bucket; her head falling back in a haze. She suddenly jolted and squealed as she felt the ice at her nipple, looking down at Tom to see a cube in his mouth, his head rotating in small circles around it. He spat the melted cube back into the bucket, lifting her off of the sofa and gently laying her down on the soft, fluffy rug on the floor.

He bent his head so they were face to face, licking her tongue; his arms on either side of her. His tongue was freezing from the ice, which sent a shiver down Alice's spine. As he slowly pulled down her shorts, revealing matching black lace panties, he grabbed a fresh ice cube from the bucket and popped it into his mouth, trailing down her body from her neck to her belly button as she wriggled and moaned beneath him. He stopped and got up onto his knees to grab the little black case once again, shaking out the remaining powder from the bag onto her chest in a wavy line. Taking the pipe, he lowered his head to her breasts and inhaled all the way along the curve of her cleavage, tickling her skin which forced a giggle from her throat. He then took the mirror and another full bag of powder, emptying out a small mound and again straightening it into a line.

"Take it," he commanded, and she sat up, took the pipe and snorted the entire line in one long sniff, then laid back down on the rug. "You're a natural, babe," he smiled, climbing on top of her after having removed his jeans and slithered up between her legs. He pulled down the lace panties and took in her scent, a mixture of cocaine and sex filling his nostrils. Taking yet another ice cube from the bucket next to him, he placed it in his mouth and rubbed it against her clit. Her hips bucked in shock, her knees trembling from both the cold and anticipation; he took the cube from his mouth and slowly circled her clit with his thumb.

"Relax," he soothed, popping the melting cube back into his mouth as he lowered his head to her soaking wet cunt once again. A loud moan erupted from her lips as the freezing cold ice came into contact with her burning clit. He groaned into her, sending vibrations through her pelvis, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The wave of heat that convulsed through her lower body was getting hotter, she knew she was going to come, and Tom knew it too.

"That's it, come for me, baby," he whispered, spitting the cube from his mouth sending it clacking along the hardwood floor. He pushed his face into her groin and feasted on her mound hungrily, his mouth still cold. He pressed his tongue firmly against her clit and wiggled it, sending Alice into a violent frenzy as she quivered on the floor under him. His hands grasped the sides of her thighs as she came into his mouth, lapping up the juices that flowed from her as she came down from her orgasm, struggling to catch her breath. He got up off the floor, standing up and holding out his hand to her, wiping his mouth with his thumb before pushing it through his lips to suck her juices from it.

"Let's take a break, sweetheart," he said, pulling her up by the hand, her body like lead as he lifted her and placed her onto the sofa where she sat in nothing but the black bralette. Passing her the glass of wine she held out her hand to take it, but instead of placing the glass in her hand he tugged her towards him by the wrist and planted a hard kiss on her lips, giving her the glass after. She drank from it as he held the black case on his naked lap, cutting more lines of the drug for them.

"Could I have a little more?" She asked apprehensively, watching him methodically transform the heap of powder into lines. He chuckled looking back at her, his eyes roaming over her mostly naked body.

"Of course, babe," he said, handing her the pipe, "This stuff's really moreish, I know. Just like you." With a grin he lifted the mirror to the girl's nose again and watched as she expertly took the long line up into her nostril. He took the pipe from her and did the same, grabbing his beer bottle after and taking a long gulp.

"Alright, break's over," he announced, getting off of the sofa onto his knees, dragging her back down onto the rug with him and sliding his hand between her legs. "Still nice and wet for me I see," he uttered seductively, two fingers probing into her slick warm hole as she sighed loudly. He watched the expressions on her face as he fingered her pussy and grabbed a condom from the coffee table, tearing the wrapper again with his teeth and put it on. She licked and bit her lip, her shallow breaths and quiet moans making his cock even harder. Making his way up her body, he positioned himself at her entrance. She squirmed at the sensation of his head lightly touching her tight chasm.

"You ready for me, baby?"

"Yes," she breathed, waiting to feel more of him; and with a long thrust he plunged himself deep inside her. She cried as his length filled her up, squeezing through her body as she tightened around him, making him groan as he sped up the pace. Grabbing either side of her thighs, he rolled over and pulled her on top of him, bringing her back to reality.

"Ride me," he said breathlessly, still fully inside of her. She was unsure, again looking to him to guide her. "Just go up and down on my cock," he said as she slowly began to bounce on top of him, finding her rhythm, and he smiled with blissful approval.

"That's it Alice, that's good," he moaned as she gyrated on him, taking him deep inside of her, then releasing herself from his shaft. He sat up and pulled her down on top of him, impaling her with his rock hard length over and over again as she groaned loudly; her pert breasts jiggling. He could feel her pussy convulsing around him, his own orgasm following quickly behind. He thrust deep inside her for one last time, and they came in unison, lying back down together on the floor.

He rolled over and kissed her deeply, tasting the wine on her lips. Getting up off the rug he grabbed his boxers and stepped back into them as she sat up, rising unsteadily to her feet. She looked around for her own underwear and upon finding them, Tom quickly snatched them from her hand, holding them under his nose and inhaled deeply. Stuffing them down into his boxers he grinned devilishly at her as she stared in bemusement.

"Now that's better than coke," he chuckled, taking her by the hand as he lead her up to the bedroom...