*** Quinn's POV ***
Holy hell. I was a man that fucked around for a living. I had learned long ago how to pace myself and let desire build. But it had been a long fucking time since I let myself feel like this.
Joyce made me feel unhinged. I wanted her. All of her. I knew I had to be careful given her history. One wrong move and I could send her skittering, but damn, I was having trouble reining myself in.
"Show me." I nearly fucking begged her.
She looked like a deer in headlight. Her genuineness checked me and I regained a modicum of control. I chuckled and smoothed her hair back, locking eyes with her.
"What I meant is we could watch them." I clarified. She instantly relaxed and I leaned in to taste her lips again. The residual tequila made her even more intoxicating.
"I don't know. I don't know if I can control myself." She replied once I allowed her to have a moment of air. Her voice was throaty and damn sexy.
"Whatever you are comfortable with, beautiful. I don't want to pressure you." I said honestly.
I wanted to take things further with her, but I wasn't about to push my luck. She had opened up already so much. She eyed me warily and I could see the wheels turning.
"One more shot?" She asked, coyly.
I grinned. I couldn't help it. I reached forward to fill the shot glass and grabbed the lime and salt. She watched as I lifted my shirt, showing off my abs. She eyed me like I was a snack. I wiggled my eyebrows. "Here?"
Her mouth formed an "o" that made me have very naughty thoughts indeed, but then she reached out and took the lime wedge from me and swiped it near the top of my v-cut. I leaned forward a bit to grab a fresh lime wedge and stuck it between my teeth.
She twisted her hair up and took a few quick breathes like she was psyching herself up for it. I sprinkled the salt and tucked my hands behind my head.
She braced herself on her arms over my lap and dragged her hot tongue across my abdomen. My traitorous cock visibly throbbed in my pants. She gazed at my crotch curiously.
I felt the need to apologize, dropping the damn lime straight out of my mouth. "I... I'm really sorry about... that."
She smirked as she put the shot glass to her lips and shot down the strong liquor. She made a bitter face, grabbed the lime off my chest, and bit into it before she brought her liquor-soaked, tart mouth to mine, and as she did, she palmed my attention-seeking dick.
Keep it together, Quinn! I commanded myself, but my hands seemingly had their own agenda, gripping her breasts, her ass, any fucking bit of her body. Her tongue lashed at mine and it was getting harder to steel my resolve.
But I somehow managed to extract myself with a groan. "Joyce."
She sat back, her cheeks flushed likely from the alcohol. "Right. You need another shot."
I could tell by the way she was moving that she was drunk. Uninhibited. As much as I wanted to continue things with her, I knew I couldn't take advantage. "No, I...uh...I think maybe we should stop."
"But... you don't want a taste?" She nudged her bra strap down off her shoulder and looked at me seductively.
It took everything in me to reach out and replace the strap on her shoulder. She looked at me in stunned confusion and damn it, I felt the pull to let her continue offering herself to me deep in the pit of my stomach. I cupped her red cheek.
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Seeking Escape
Romance*** Completed Story *** Quinn had plans to be a male model, but difficulty breaking into the industry and an agent's poor judgment landed him in a different industry for showcasing his "raw talents." Finding fame as a male pornstar, he is living the...
