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earning the same response. He finds his way down to the tops of my breasts and traces his tongue along the path. I feel so wanton right now, wanting him to pop those babies out of their confines and take them in his mouth.
He shifts so that his leg is in between my legs and grinds my center onto him, giving the right amount of friction to my hyper-sensitive nub. God, that feels good!
I whimper, gripping his hair tighter, feeling my nipples growing harder. Should I be doing something else with my hands? Should I be reaching for his belt or something? What is the proper protocol for sex in a club? Do I just stand there and take it? Or do I make my own moves?
I am so confused right now, but instead of letting him see my obvious inexperience, I start grinding on his leg. Collin uses his teeth to pull my dress down, exposing my breasts. The cool air blasts my chest and my nipples get infinitely harder.
He bites, kisses and sucks his way to my nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. With the friction on my clit and his attention on my nipple, I dissolve into a puddle, screaming through the quickest orgasm of my life . My fingers or my vibrator don’t work that kind of magic. Holy shit!
My legs have turned to Jell-O but still Collin insists on sucking my nipple. Bright, exploding lights refuse to clear from my vision and I am swimming in ecstasy right now. My head is discombobulated and I feel dizzy. Wait a minute…should I be feeling like puking after the best come of my life? Shit!
“ Move!” I shove Collin away and slap a hand over my mouth.
He looks at me like I’ ve grown two heads, confusion wrinkling his brows.
“ Bathroom!” I demand before slapping my hand over my mouth again and gagging.
His brows shoot up to his hairline in understanding and he quickly shuffles me to an office with a bathroom in it. I slam the door behind me and proceed to em pty the contents of my stomach.
As I’ m retching and feeling like shit, the door opens and Collin walks over to where I am doubled over the toilet. I fan him away, embarrassed twice now in front of him. But Collin doesn’t pay attention to my protests. He pulls some escaped tendrils out of my face and wipes my forehead with a damp cloth. I want to swoon, but I’m busy at the moment.
When the dry heaves stop, I slump over the toilet, groaning. Collin lifts me up and places me on the counter where he proceeds to clean me up. He disappears and returns with a glass of water that I gulp down quickly. Then, he digs in his pockets and resurfaces with a tin of Altoids, popping one in my mouth. I look at him like he’s crazy and he pops one more in. Glad to know he understands me.
Collin has his hands on my knees and his thumbs are drawing circles on my exposed thighs. He rests his forehead against mine, his breathing strong.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly.
“ Yeah,” I answer on a whisper. My throat is a little raw from vomiting.
“ Let’s get you home,” he says.
Disappointment rushes through me, but I guess I can ’t blame him. Who would want to sleep with a drunk who pukes all over the place and probably looks a hot mess – without the hot part? I’m a bigger buzzkill than Buzz Killington right now. Ha-ha…Family Guy.
All I can do is nod. I don ’t trust myself to speak, fearing that I might beg him to take me, thus further embarrassing myself. I think I’ve filled my quota where that is concerned. Twice for the night and once in the day? Yup, filled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In one night, I manage to complete two of my goals on my Get Collin to see me as a hot babe list, and totally embarrass myself in front of him. So, I’m back at square one.
I was seen home by Scott and Lydia per the instructions of Collin. I felt like such a goddamn baby. He didn ’t even offer to get me home safe himself. He was probably beating himself over the head thinking he made a mistake.
As I d rove home, I blubbered in Scott’s lap, sobbing that I
He shifts so that his leg is in between my legs and grinds my center onto him, giving the right amount of friction to my hyper-sensitive nub. God, that feels good!
I whimper, gripping his hair tighter, feeling my nipples growing harder. Should I be doing something else with my hands? Should I be reaching for his belt or something? What is the proper protocol for sex in a club? Do I just stand there and take it? Or do I make my own moves?
I am so confused right now, but instead of letting him see my obvious inexperience, I start grinding on his leg. Collin uses his teeth to pull my dress down, exposing my breasts. The cool air blasts my chest and my nipples get infinitely harder.
He bites, kisses and sucks his way to my nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. With the friction on my clit and his attention on my nipple, I dissolve into a puddle, screaming through the quickest orgasm of my life . My fingers or my vibrator don’t work that kind of magic. Holy shit!
My legs have turned to Jell-O but still Collin insists on sucking my nipple. Bright, exploding lights refuse to clear from my vision and I am swimming in ecstasy right now. My head is discombobulated and I feel dizzy. Wait a minute…should I be feeling like puking after the best come of my life? Shit!
“ Move!” I shove Collin away and slap a hand over my mouth.
He looks at me like I’ ve grown two heads, confusion wrinkling his brows.
“ Bathroom!” I demand before slapping my hand over my mouth again and gagging.
His brows shoot up to his hairline in understanding and he quickly shuffles me to an office with a bathroom in it. I slam the door behind me and proceed to em pty the contents of my stomach.
As I’ m retching and feeling like shit, the door opens and Collin walks over to where I am doubled over the toilet. I fan him away, embarrassed twice now in front of him. But Collin doesn’t pay attention to my protests. He pulls some escaped tendrils out of my face and wipes my forehead with a damp cloth. I want to swoon, but I’m busy at the moment.
When the dry heaves stop, I slump over the toilet, groaning. Collin lifts me up and places me on the counter where he proceeds to clean me up. He disappears and returns with a glass of water that I gulp down quickly. Then, he digs in his pockets and resurfaces with a tin of Altoids, popping one in my mouth. I look at him like he’s crazy and he pops one more in. Glad to know he understands me.
Collin has his hands on my knees and his thumbs are drawing circles on my exposed thighs. He rests his forehead against mine, his breathing strong.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly.
“ Yeah,” I answer on a whisper. My throat is a little raw from vomiting.
“ Let’s get you home,” he says.
Disappointment rushes through me, but I guess I can ’t blame him. Who would want to sleep with a drunk who pukes all over the place and probably looks a hot mess – without the hot part? I’m a bigger buzzkill than Buzz Killington right now. Ha-ha…Family Guy.
All I can do is nod. I don ’t trust myself to speak, fearing that I might beg him to take me, thus further embarrassing myself. I think I’ve filled my quota where that is concerned. Twice for the night and once in the day? Yup, filled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In one night, I manage to complete two of my goals on my Get Collin to see me as a hot babe list, and totally embarrass myself in front of him. So, I’m back at square one.
I was seen home by Scott and Lydia per the instructions of Collin. I felt like such a goddamn baby. He didn ’t even offer to get me home safe himself. He was probably beating himself over the head thinking he made a mistake.
As I d rove home, I blubbered in Scott’s lap, sobbing that I
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