by LK Collins
“You play basketball?”
“I did. I always wanted to join the NBA, but it was such a gamble and working for my father wasn’t. It was a sure thing, the safe thing, you know? Enough about me, what about you?”
“Oh, there’s not much to me,” she gets shy, and I’m not sure why.
I snatch the bottle back from her, and she laughs at me.
“Don’t be stupid. I told you, now you tell me,” I nudge.
“Umm, let’s see, I graduated from CU Boulder in Colorado with a Master’s degree in finance and got hired at the first firm I applied to. That was three years ago. Now, I’m an investment advisor with them. I was recently promoted after signing the biggest client they had in the Denver office this year.”
“No shit, that’s fucking awesome.”
“Yup! Not my proudest moment, though, considering the client was my ex. But the job is sweet, and even though things with him ended badly, as least I got something out of the deal.”
“That’s kinda funny.”
“No, it’s not!” She glares at me and snatches back the bottle, her sexy blue eyes glimmering in the bright light of the bathroom.
“What else?”
“What do you want to know?”
“You have siblings?” I ask her.
“No, you?”
“No. What about your parents?” I ask.
“They live in Denver in the house I grew up in. I go to dinner at their house once a week.”
“Lucky! I wish I had that. The last meal I ate with both my parents was when I was a kid.” I’m not even sure why I told her that. It makes me sound like a bitch, but all the alcohol has me spinning.
“I’m sorry.”
“Not a big deal, my dad was always busy working, so he was gone, now I’ve joined him.” Stepping to her, standing between her dangling legs, I lean in, not even thinking as I brace my weight on the countertop and blurt out, “I want to kiss you again.”
“Quinn?” Willow calls out before she can answer, knocking on the bathroom door.
Hanging my head down, the moment—yet again—ruined. I look into her eyes and she responds, “I’ll be right out.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yup.”
“Have you seen Merritt?”
She looks at me with wide eyes and I holler out to her. “I’m here; Quinn was just checking my face.”
Willow rattles the doorknob and I hide the bottle under the sink, then unlock the door and ask Willow as I open it, “Do you think we should replace the butterflies yet?” The question distracts her. She studies the cut on my face as I stand really close to her and then she says, “No, it looks good.”
“Cool, thanks for cleaning it.” I walk off leaving the girls like nothing was going on with Quinn and wink at her, looking back at her still sitting on the counter, in the exact spot where I left her. My cock wants her and is pissed at me for leaving her. But before the night is over…I’ll have her.
9
Quinn
“What were you guys really doing up here?” Willow asks me.
“Nothing,” I lie and know it doesn’t suit me as all the blood rushes to my cheeks.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not, we were just talking.”
“In the bathroom?”
“What’s that matter?”
“Seems a little strange.”
“I came to take my contacts out, and he asked me to look at his cheek, then we got to talking.”
I start to take my contacts out, my reflection blurring from so much liquor and she says to me, “You like him, don’t you?”
“I don’t like him; I don’t even know him.”
“Listen, you’re a big girl and can do whatever you want, but Ari has told me stories about shit they get up to, so I’d watch yourself.”
“Stories?” I question her.
“Yeah, some shady shit went down in Vegas with them one time, like Hangover style.”
I laugh out loud at Willow, sliding my glasses on my face, and turn around. “Do you not remember college? You slept with half of the football team, and now you’re giving me advice?”
“You bitch! That was forever ago. You weren’t innocent yourself, Miss Cocksucker.”
“No, I wasn’t, no one is. Plus, nothing with Merritt has happened or will happen. He’s a sweet guy, end of story.”
My best friend hugs me, always trying to look out for me. “Shall we share a beer, Mrs. Controlling?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, how about, ‘Mrs. Water And Pizza Night’?”
She hits my arm, and we head downstairs. Everyone is putting on their coats and boots, and I’m not sure why. “Where you guys going?” I ask.
“Fire pit,” Kami tells me. Ted is already outside, lighting all the heaters that line the deck. The gas fire in the center is blazing, and I grab my coat, sliding my boots on at the same time. We all flood outside and Merritt hands me a cup. “Here’s a fresh beer for ya.” I look in at the liquid and know right away that it’s not beer.
“Thanks.”
The air is cold as it whips around us. I take a seat on one of the benches that surround the pit and sip on the strong ass drink I’m holding. “It’s not that bad out here,” Willow says.
“Did you bring s’more stuff?” Kami asks.
“Dammit, I knew I was forgetting something.”
“Damn, Mrs. Perfect forgot something,” Ari teases her.
Willow glares at him and I suggest, “We could play Truth or Dare?”
“No way,” Ted says, “Last time that happened, I froze my balls off.”
“What happened?” Merritt asks him.
“I had to do a naked snow angel.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah, not fun.”
“I’ll play, if everyone throws in a hundred,” Ari says.
“Why does it always have to be about money?” Willow asks him.
“Uh, because it makes it so much more fun.”
“I’m down,” Merritt adds and then the rest of the group agrees.
“Sweet, that’s a seven-hundred-dollar pot,” Jacob exclaims.
“What are the rules?” Willow asks. Of course she needs to know the rules.
“Rules? We don’t need rules, sis. If you won’t do a dare, then you’re out, last person gets the money.”
“Whoa,” Ted chimes in, “What if we don’t agree with something?”
“Then don’t do it, Ted,” Ari says to him like he’s a moron, and Merritt and I calmly sit back sipping on our drinks. “Quinn, why don’t you start? It was your idea.”
“Okay.” I wrack my brain to think of a question and decide to ask Merritt.
“Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
“Oh, come on, man,” Ari gripes, and I ignore him, continuing on with my question.
“Have you ever had a threesome?”
He smiles and responds, “No.”
The play moves to my right, and for some reason, I believe him. Then Merritt asks me, “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
“Do you spit or swallow?”
“Swallow,” I tell him and take a big gulp of liquid. Swallowing it, the sexual tension between us is off the charts.
Ari is next and asks me, “Truth or Dare?” I roll my eyes, and he says, “What? You wanted to play this game.
“Fine, Truth.”
“Do you like it rough or slow?”
“Ari!” I shout at him, and he waits for me to answer.
“Come on, seven hundred dollars is on the line,” he challenges me to answer.
“Fine…slow.”
Merritt is watching me, the same way he did the first time he walked in on me shirtless, eating me up, and I cross my legs to stop my clit from twitching.
Willow is next and says, “Quinn, Truth or Dare?”
“What the fuck, you guys?”
“You wanted to play,” she reminds me, and
I blurt out, “Dare.”
“Oh…I didn’t expect you to say that.” We all laugh at her dumb remark. “I’ve got a good one. Give a lap dance to anyone for a minute.”
“Oh…that’s so original,” I tell her, and she sticks her tongue out to me. I sense Merritt lean back, thinking he’s got this in the bag, and I get up bending down in his ear as I bravely whisper, “Maybe later.” Then walk off and straddle Willow. She is shocked as I hold on to her neck and begin riding her body. Everyone cheers me on, and she just covers her face, completely embarrassed.
After my minute is up, I tell her, “Maybe you shouldn’t pick on me.”
Ted gives me a break and asks Willow, who is still beet red, “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth,” she’s quick to answer.
“What’s your favorite type of porn?”
“Ted,” she scolds him, and I find it funny how a bunch of adults turn what is usually an innocent child’s game into something so inappropriate.
“Anal,” she whispers, and we all bust out laughing. Who knew our innocent controlling Willow was into anal?
Next is Jacob and he asks Ari the question. “Dare,” he responds.
“Give me a blowjob.”
“Baby!” Kami scolds him
“What the fuck? No way, man.”
“Guess you’re out! Remember the rules?”
“Fuck you!” He flips him off, and Kami asks me, “Truth or Dare?”
I roll my eyes, finishing my cup of liquor. “Truth,” I respond scared that she will pull what Jacob did.
“Does size matter?”
“Hell yeah, it does,” I blurt out, and everyone is quiet. I maybe could’ve answered that one a little differently.
It’s my turn, and for some reason, the money isn’t coming into play at all. I just want to ask Merritt. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth,” he responds, and I’m surprised.
“What is your best sexual experience?” He licks his lips and then asks me, “You want me to be honest?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t think I’ve had it yet.”
His words and that fucking smirk ignite something inside me. He’s speaking to me; I can feel it. And I’m not even sure why. Why am I intriguing to him? He’s sexy and successful and can have his pick of women, but he wants me, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, I want him to.
10
Merritt
“Shhh,” I tell Quinn as she eats a piece of cold cheese pizza in the kitchen. It’s way after midnight. The rest of the house is asleep, but we are still up, drunk off our asses and having fun. “You’re going to wake up Mrs. Controlling.”
She laughs loudly, not caring who hears her. We have to be up for fishing in a couple of hours, and I don’t want to go to bed.
Looking down at her and her sexy body, her tits are popping through her shirt, and I can’t help myself. Leaning in, I kiss her, tasting her sweetness again. She melts in my arms, moaning against my tongue as she wraps herself around me. Taking my fingers, I knot them into the back of her hair, holding and controlling her. My cock is rock hard, and to my surprise, she reaches down and grabs it, clenching it through my pants. I press myself against her, the alcohol urging me on. I want her.
Fuck…I need her.
She tilts her head back and looks into my eyes, telling me she wants me too, so I lift her t-shirt, exposing her perky tits. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” I whisper softly into her ear as I squeeze both of her hard nipples in between my fingertips. Moving her hand inside my pants, she grips my shaft and says, “Then do it.”
“Right here?” I question her, looking around the kitchen.
“Mmhmm.” Reaching over, I turn the light off, hoping if anyone wakes and comes down here, they won’t see us. I pull my pants down as she takes hers off. “Are you on the pill?” I ask quietly, and she nods spreading her pussy lips open for me, telling me that she doesn’t want to use protection as much as I don’t.
Her cunt is gorgeous, shaved so beautifully, and before I can do anything else or move her to the couch or our room, she pulls me towards her, her tight, wet slit sliding around me as I sink inside her. “Shit,” she moans, and I nestle myself all the way into her, my arms wrapped around her. She grips my dick firmly, and as much as I want to pound the shit out of her, I remember her saying she likes it slow. Gently I pull back, her cunt holding on to the skin of my shaft. She braces her weight on the countertop and with my free hand, I push her shirt up, holding onto one of her tits as I move my cock, pleasing us both.
“Fuck,” I murmur and glance down, loving how I look moving in and out of her. My hard shaft is bulging as her sweet pussy swallows me whole.
She moves with me, and I already want to come. Reaching down, I rub her clit, wanting to push her there too, and her face twists as she whimpers.
“Uh huh, like that.”
“Are you gonna come on my cock?” I murmur.
She cries out loudly, my words turning her on and I cover her mouth to quiet her noises as cum suddenly explodes from my balls, shooting deep inside her. Heat radiates from my head to my toes, the feeling of letting go so intense. As I fuck her and hold her in place, she begins to writhe, giving over to the pleasure.
Once our bodies settle, I don’t want to stop, and she looks at me as I continue to move, with a smirk on her sexy face and asks, “Jesus, did that really just happen?”
I nod, still hard, and pull my cock from inside her, we both look down at it covered in her wetness, and I ask her, “Wanna do it again?”
Reaching next to me for Quinn, she’s not there. I liked cuddling all night and fucking her once more. Opening my eyes, I look at the other bed and then roll over, taking in the room.
Something moves on the floor and catches my eye. I laugh at Quinn who is sleeping in the most uncomfortable position. Pinching her nipple through her shirt, she looks up at me with a huge grin. “How you feeling down there?”
“Did you really let me sleep on the floor?” Her voice is raspy, and I chuckle a little.
“I have no clue how you got down there.” She sits up and stretches, her tits straining the fabric of her shirt. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“That!” I point to her hard tits, and she laughs, getting off the floor. I pat the bed next to me, and she climbs back in, our bodies immediately close together. “Can I fuck you again?”
“What are we even doing, Merritt?”
“What do you mean?”
“We went from strangers to overnight lovers and…I’m not looking for a relationship, I just got out of a fucked up one.”
“Well, I’m not looking for a relationship either, but I can’t deny that I like your pussy…a lot.”
She looks into my eyes. “So just sex, that’s all you want?”
“Sure.”
“What about next year’s trip?”
“I’m sure I’ll be busy with work. After this week, you’ll never see me again. Let’s have fun. We obviously have an attraction to one another, and then we can go our separate ways.”
She swallows like the decision is hard to make. My cock is throbbing for her like it has been since I laid eyes on her perfect body. I push it against her ass and kiss the top of her shoulder. She exhales, liking the attention. Then I slide my hand down the side of her body and put my hand inside her pants.
“Just this week?” she asks.
“Uh huh.” I roll her onto her back and begin a trail of kisses along her jaw as I finger her, slow and gentle, like she likes. I’ve never been with a woman who likes it slow. They always want more, harder, faster, but not Quinn, and I think I can get used to it. The smallest, slowest movements push her over the edge.
There’s a knock on the door and we both freeze. “Quinn, Merritt? You guys up?” Willow calls out.
“Yup, we’re up.” She answers for the both of us, and I add a second finger inside of her, stroking her pussy as I look at her. She has her eyes closed, lying
in my arms, under my control.
Her breathing is fast as I finger her, adding a third finger, and she turns her face towards my chest, quieting herself by whining into me. “Come for me,” I order her, moving my hand faster, and boy does she. Her body shakes as she lets go, gripping my fingers, making my dick want to explode as she begs me for more.
As she settles, I think she might want it hard and fast. The second I picked up speed, she let go.
“Can I suck you off?”
I nod and slip my pants down. She brushes her hair over to one shoulder as she grips my shaft and then swallows me whole. Her mouth, so warm and tight. I urge my hips towards her, meeting her movements, and begin to fuck her mouth.
“You want my cum, don’t you?” I ask her quietly, and she nods, moaning again, eating all of me up.
My balls tighten watching her stretched lips—they are so fucking hot—and as we gaze into each other’s eyes, I can’t fight it, or stop what she is doing to me. Letting go, I barrel myself deep into her throat as my cum drenches her.
I hold on to her hair, groaning harshly, giving her mouth a few last pumps. She licks me dry but seems to want to keep going, and the truth is, I don’t want to stop. I could go at it all day with her. I’m not sure what it is, but being with her is easy and fucking good, really good.
“You better try to be quieter next time,” she tells me.
“Not a chance that’ll happen with that mouth of yours.”
She lifts my shirt and begins to kiss my lower stomach. “I’m gonna have to fuck you, Quinn,” I warn her, but she doesn’t stop.
“Did you bring—” Willow barges in and I cover myself up as she freezes when she sees us together like we are. Quinn shoots upwards and out of bed.
I sit up and look at Willow who is standing in the doorway shocked. “I’m sorry, guys.”
“It’s okay,” I say and wonder why Quinn flew out of bed. You’d think her mom walked in on us or something. “I’m gonna shower,” I tell them and adjust my cock under the covers, before leaving them so they can have a moment together. I’m sure Willow has about a million questions, and I’m not down to be there when she asks them all.