it.
“Stay,” she whispers, her eyes closing as she starts to settle into the pillow.
“You’re okay now,” I say.
“Stay,” she says, taking my hand and gripping it hard. “Please, Jack. Please.”
“Alright,” I say, because I’m helpless to say anything else when she’s pleading so pitifully like that. What in the hell happened to her? When she sobers up, I’ll try to find out. “Alright,” I say again.
Eyes still closed, she sighs and rolls onto her back.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I turn her onto her side again. I don’t need this girl choking on her own vomit. God. I don’t know if she’s passed out or fallen asleep already, but her hand drops out of my hand and she starts snoring softly.
I exhale heavily and stand up, looking down at her. My blood is pumping thickly and I’m having a hard time getting my cock to settle down. I bring my hands to my face, rubbing hard. Would I be a complete ass if I jacked off in her bathroom?
Instead, I go back into the living room to lock up the house. I empty my pockets onto the kitchen counter and look for the extra charger I keep here so I can plug in my phone. I realize just how much I’ve made a home for myself here at Sam’s. I really should cut those strings. Draw firmer boundaries.
I consider sleeping on the couch, but it’s too short for comfort. I kind of want to keep an eye on Sam anyway, and my cock is finally under control. Sort of. I go back into her bedroom to see she’s rolled onto her back again, her arms and legs spread out.
Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.
I manage not to look too much at the black lace panties I can see under her skirt. Good lord, is she wearing a thong? So much for my cock being under control. Dammit Sam. I focus on turning her onto her side again. It kind of worries me that she won’t stay put. Sam’s a wild sleeper.
I pull the covers down and tuck her under them (panties safely out of sight). Her shoulders are still showing though, and her shoulders are sexy as hell. I pull the blankets up more, covering them. Then up a bit more, covering her neck. Okay. That’s better. Kind of.
I strip down to my boxers and tee and collapse on the other side of the bed, on top of the covers. My cock is demanding some attention, but thank god my exhaustion wins over. I’m out in a heartbeat.
I keep waking up. Between worrying about her and waking to check to make sure she hasn’t choked in her sleep, and her rolling all over the place and throwing her limbs all over me, I’m not sleeping much.
It’s my own fucking fault. I should’ve just left.
I realize this keenly when, predawn, I wake to find Sam in my arms, and me in hers. We’re on our sides, facing each other, arms wrapped around one another. Her leg is thrown over my hip and she’s oh-so-slowly grinding against my hard cock. Her skirt has scrunched up in her sleep and she’s definitely, definitely wearing a thong. I know this because my hand is low on her bare ass. Half an inch lower and I’ll be fingering the gateway to heaven. She’s still sleeping, and making dreaming noises, but now I’m wide fucking awake. She’s probably dreaming about some random hookup, but I’m right here, right now.
Her breasts are pressed against my chest and she’s nuzzling her mouth into the crook of my neck. Good lord . My heart’s pounding against my ribs and my cock is so hard it almost hurts. I should move my hand off her ass, but I leave it there. It’s taking every ounce of self-control not to roll her on her back, tear that black lace thong right off her, and pound her into oblivion.
Fucking hell, I think as I scramble backwards out of bed. She kind of moans but I don’t look to see if I woke her up. I will lose it if I stay here another second, and I know it. I hustle into the living room, throw on my clothes, and get the hell out.
It’s only after I’ve made it home and let off some steam in the shower that I’m clear-headed enough to
“Stay,” she whispers, her eyes closing as she starts to settle into the pillow.
“You’re okay now,” I say.
“Stay,” she says, taking my hand and gripping it hard. “Please, Jack. Please.”
“Alright,” I say, because I’m helpless to say anything else when she’s pleading so pitifully like that. What in the hell happened to her? When she sobers up, I’ll try to find out. “Alright,” I say again.
Eyes still closed, she sighs and rolls onto her back.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I turn her onto her side again. I don’t need this girl choking on her own vomit. God. I don’t know if she’s passed out or fallen asleep already, but her hand drops out of my hand and she starts snoring softly.
I exhale heavily and stand up, looking down at her. My blood is pumping thickly and I’m having a hard time getting my cock to settle down. I bring my hands to my face, rubbing hard. Would I be a complete ass if I jacked off in her bathroom?
Instead, I go back into the living room to lock up the house. I empty my pockets onto the kitchen counter and look for the extra charger I keep here so I can plug in my phone. I realize just how much I’ve made a home for myself here at Sam’s. I really should cut those strings. Draw firmer boundaries.
I consider sleeping on the couch, but it’s too short for comfort. I kind of want to keep an eye on Sam anyway, and my cock is finally under control. Sort of. I go back into her bedroom to see she’s rolled onto her back again, her arms and legs spread out.
Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.
I manage not to look too much at the black lace panties I can see under her skirt. Good lord, is she wearing a thong? So much for my cock being under control. Dammit Sam. I focus on turning her onto her side again. It kind of worries me that she won’t stay put. Sam’s a wild sleeper.
I pull the covers down and tuck her under them (panties safely out of sight). Her shoulders are still showing though, and her shoulders are sexy as hell. I pull the blankets up more, covering them. Then up a bit more, covering her neck. Okay. That’s better. Kind of.
I strip down to my boxers and tee and collapse on the other side of the bed, on top of the covers. My cock is demanding some attention, but thank god my exhaustion wins over. I’m out in a heartbeat.
I keep waking up. Between worrying about her and waking to check to make sure she hasn’t choked in her sleep, and her rolling all over the place and throwing her limbs all over me, I’m not sleeping much.
It’s my own fucking fault. I should’ve just left.
I realize this keenly when, predawn, I wake to find Sam in my arms, and me in hers. We’re on our sides, facing each other, arms wrapped around one another. Her leg is thrown over my hip and she’s oh-so-slowly grinding against my hard cock. Her skirt has scrunched up in her sleep and she’s definitely, definitely wearing a thong. I know this because my hand is low on her bare ass. Half an inch lower and I’ll be fingering the gateway to heaven. She’s still sleeping, and making dreaming noises, but now I’m wide fucking awake. She’s probably dreaming about some random hookup, but I’m right here, right now.
Her breasts are pressed against my chest and she’s nuzzling her mouth into the crook of my neck. Good lord . My heart’s pounding against my ribs and my cock is so hard it almost hurts. I should move my hand off her ass, but I leave it there. It’s taking every ounce of self-control not to roll her on her back, tear that black lace thong right off her, and pound her into oblivion.
Fucking hell, I think as I scramble backwards out of bed. She kind of moans but I don’t look to see if I woke her up. I will lose it if I stay here another second, and I know it. I hustle into the living room, throw on my clothes, and get the hell out.
It’s only after I’ve made it home and let off some steam in the shower that I’m clear-headed enough to
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