Kidnapped By My Mate [18+]

Chapter 4

Rae

My head pounds as I realized that I was asleep mere moments ago, not wanting to open my eyes yet. Wow, my bed feels really good, like I've sunken into a bunch of clouds.

I feel something heavy at my waist and chest, moving my hand to check it out. Tingling sensation, hair, and muscles was what I felt beneath my fingertips and palm.

I opened my eyes, but that was a big mistake since that sent sharp pain in my eyes at the bright light. My head pulsed even harder, ugh.

My theory is that I made it home with someone, mostly likely that stranger I was grinding on the dance floor. Please tell me we didn't sleep together, I'd have appreciated consensual sex next time. But I take notice on the feeling of the g-strip and bra that I still have on, not feeling any soreness down there except for the slight ache from I'm guessing dancing all night.

He must've had to take off my shoes, which I appreciated since those things are a nightmare to take off when drunk. I'd have had to have untied the knot without creating one I wouldn't untie, which knowing my dumbass 70% most likely would do so, and then I have to in crisscross it to where my ankle straps are to get my foot free. Foot. Singular. Meaning I'd have to start that process one more time, drunk mind you.

He scored points with me by not fucking me while passed out drunk, but why'd he bring me back to his place? It's not like I arrived to the club alone. Ugh I probably left my jacket and phone there, knowing I won't be able to get it until Monday since Melissa probably took it home with her for me.

I made my way to move but this resulted in him using the arm he had on my waist to draw my right up against his naked hard chest.

If I didn't feel the continuation of slow breaths raising from his chest and the soft snoring from behind my left ear, I'd have convinced he was awake and using this situation to his advantage.

I could feel that he wears cotton band boxers as his pyjamas, as my ass is right up against it. Mind you that my g-string that I used to hide in my dress last night does nothing for me as it's just two strings holding a triangle shaped cloth.

Thank god I made an appointment to go wax on Wednesday, I usually wax my pussy myself with my sugar wax ingredients, but with everything being so hectic I booked an appointment at a salon not too far from where I live, the opposite direction from the club.

I like my pussy hair free, especially since she thick and curly, which means if I shave, she itchy. Once I started waxing, it grew out softly and as long as I exfoliate, there's barely any issues with ingrowns. The upside of these appointments is that they do your ass cheeks too. Worth the $50 dollars.

I could feel every inch of his morning wood, and let's just say calling it "junior" didn't feel appropriate. I gulped hardly, thinking about how only thin layer of fabric was dividing between the two of us.

I mean if I really wanted a fuck right now, I highly doubt he'd decline if I wake him up. I bite my cheek ashamed of the way my pussy is pulsing at that thought, probably already soaking through what little fabric I had to cover my lips.

I felt him stir slightly, that movement sending tingling sensation to my core, his breaths coming quicker together as if to tell me he's waking up. Soon his snoring stops and he draws one long whiff of my hair as he tightens his grip. I guess he must like my shampoo and conditioner. I mean to be fair I kept smelling his cologne last night. I remembered that, embarrassed all of the sudden.

What has gotten into you? I asked myself.

"Uh hi," my voice squeaked out. I cleared it before continuing,"I'd appreciate it if you'd unwrap your arm and let me get going. I'm sure we both have a busy day and you probably want to get started," I said, my voice sounding better but weirdly shy. Since when do I get shy around a guy.