3. JOSH #2
She yanked my shirt open, exposing my chest, then she licked her lips wildly.
The delight was clear in her eyes and my cock was more than happy to stand for attention.
My hands wrapped around her firm, tight ass that was hidden underneath a flowy skirt.
Her kisses were all over the place, like she didn’t know where to go first. I reached up and grabbed a handful of tits, she moaned and bucked against me. Damn girl.
“Squeeze me harder,” she breathed heavily into me while shoving her hands down my underwear. “Bedroom. Hall. Left,” she said through sloppy kisses.
Sure thing. We bumped along the walls, getting hotter by the second as we raced toward the room, tugging our clothes off. My pants had only made it to my thighs when she started gyrating hard enough I thought she might come right here in the middle of the hall.
We made our way into the bedroom where I tripped over something and just about face-planted carrying her.
Thankfully, the bed stopped us as we tumbled down.
She flipped us over and straddled me. I ignored whatever it was that was digging into my ass as she tore off her blouse, exposing a black lace bra with her taut nipples peeking through. The pain was no longer an issue.
“This needs to go.” I reached up and flipped off her bra with one hand. “Amazing,” I whispered, taking a moment to appreciate her breasts. Her hands reached the top of my waistband; her fingertips brushed across my tip.
“Ooohh, you're a big boy,” she said, her voice doing some weird thing that was somewhere between seduction and a strangled cat. Ignore it. She’s probably nervous. Without warning, she jumped off me like a live wire and shoved down my pants, which were still around my thighs. Oh-kay…
Before I could object, she had her hand wrapped around me, pumping up and down like she was a pro. My head fell back against something hard on the bed, which I promptly shoved away. If nothing else from tonight, maybe just the hand job was enough.
My legs shook the harder she pumped, until I felt the pre-cum at the tip. She abruptly stopped and stood upright so fast, I thought she was mechanical.
The memory of the last date, who’d vomited, raced through my thoughts and panic clawed at me. Please don’t vomit.
“Be right back. I need a minute to…prepare.” She swallowed hard and took off through the door.
When I heard water running from somewhere, I let out a sigh of relief. My body relaxed against the lumpy mattress, dick out and all. I rubbed it up and down, not wanting to lose my boner. Maybe she did just need to freshen up?
I stroked myself a few more times to keep me hard, but not enough to finish me, and it was torture. It had been an eternity since she left. What was taking so long? I listened closely and thought, maybe, I heard her say something. It was hard to hear over the water.
I wasn't sure if it was annoyance or worry, but I stood up and tugged my pants back up as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. Clutter, clothes, and boxes were everywhere. Maybe she was moving?
Another few minutes and I was starting to worry. “Quinn?”
Silence.
“Hello? You coming back?”
More silence.
I rubbed my eyes with my palms and willed myself to check on her, hoping to God it wasn't another Morgan situation. I dodged the random items lying around and headed toward what I assumed was where the bathroom was. Only the sound of the tap running could be heard.
“Hello?”
A small noise caught my attention. Should I go in? What if she was in trouble? How drunk was she? She’d seemed nervous, but not intoxicated. Maybe she was a light weight, we did polish back a bottle of red. Stop debating and go in.
My senses started to tingle the longer I hadn't heard anything.
Even rapping my knuckles on the door hadn't elicited a response.
Finally, I pushed open the door and stopped dead.
Quinn was sitting on the toilet with her head leaning against the wall.
Her panties were around her ankles; her mouth hanging open.
Was she asleep? As if on cue, a snore ripped from her.
This couldn’t be happening. I scrubbed my hands down my face and dropped my head to my chest.
I had half a mind to leave her there, although I would have felt bad when she woke up with a red ass ring that would probably be there for days.
However, if I moved her and she woke up half dressed in her bed, she’d probably think I’d violated her.
Which was the last thing I needed. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I blew out a long breath. What the hell was I supposed to do?
“Quinn?” I called out, hoping not to startle her off the toilet. Nothing. Great. Inching forward, I called out a little louder, “Quinn?” Nothing but more snoring. Stepping closer, I reached out to give her a little shake, saying her name a third time.
“Huh?” she grunted, not opening her eyes.
“You fell asleep on the toilet.”
She slurred something that I couldn’t make out and haphazardly swatted at the air.
My frustration grew by the second. How much did she freaking have to drink? We only had a few glasses of wine through the extended date, but I didn’t think it was enough to comatose her.
For fuck’s sake. What was with online women? I paced around the bathroom, debating on leaving her as she was or moving her. Either way, none of it was good, but at least if she woke up here alone, I’d be clear.
I snuck out of the bathroom and crept around her place.
The rest of her condo matched her room. Messy.
No art on the walls; boxes lined the far wall with various items scattered about.
Giving up, I tore off a small piece of cardboard from a box and scribbled a note.
Just as I was about to leave, I saw a throw pillow on the couch.
Maybe I should put one on the floor in case she toppled off.
Once I laid a couple of them on the floor, I crept out of the place.
Wait until the guys hear about this.