Princess & the Player

two: what really happened the night before

a/n - steam warning. 

"Dude, seriously. Didn't she tell you?"

"What?"

"JJ, don't -"

"She's still in high school."

Marco's POV:

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. 

"Get out," I pointed at the door. 

"Like this?" 

"GET OUT OF MY PLACE!" I couldn't believe it. This chick had been nothing but trouble since she pounded on my door. Hot as hell, though. No. Still in high school. Not hot. Her tits were not...oh hell, I could see nipple. "OUT!! NOW!"

Scottie pulled off his shirt and tossed it at Maggie. She ducked in my bathroom and pulled it on, using the towel as a skirt. Yeah, she could have it. 

"Thanks," she hissed, grabbing her phone. "For nothing."

Bitch, I saved your ass. "Don't come back. And stop drinking, kid."

She scooped up her shoes and stomped out with Scottie right behind. I locked the door the moment it was closed.

I sat on my bed and rubbed my face with both hands. 

She'd forgotten. 

I mean, she was right. We hadn't screwed. Thank God. 

But we'd done enough to get me in trouble if she was a minor. 

I just had to pray she didn't remember.

Oh, f*ck. 

9 Hours Before:

She'd fallen right in my arms the moment I'd opened the door. Literally. 

"JJ!"

"Who's JJ?"

And then she'd thrown up all over me. 

Stinking vomit, everywhere. 

"Who are you?"

She'd shaken her head and started heaving again like a cat with a hairball. 

I'd rushed her into my bathroom and perched her by my toilet.

Sat on my tub edge for like 5 minutes trying to get sense out of her. But she was completely wasted.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any more went back to clean up her mess and wash myself in my little kitchen sink. Then I'd gone up and down the hall knocking on doors. 

No one who was home thanked me for bothering them at 3AM on a Friday night. Saturday morning. Whatever. 

No one knew JJ. 

When I got back to my place, she was naked. Babbling about being hot and sticky. Her phone was dead. iPhone. Yeah, I've got an Android, can't even charge that shit. 

"What's your name?!" I must've asked her like a dozen more times. 

"Keep up!" she'd yelled.

Out of patience, I put her in the shower. She was like a f*cking octopus: grabbing me, flailing about, singing 24K at the top of her lungs and trying to dance. I was soaked by the time she was rinsed off. 

Exhaustion hit me like a wall. I figured she'd sleep it off so I turned off the water and left her in the tub. 

 I'd stripped, again. 

Hot spring night in the South, windows open and the breeze was good. I hit the lights and crashed buck naked. 

Next thing I knew, she was in bed with me with her hand on my dick. 

"You're hard," she'd whispered.

"Princess, you're drunk. Go home."

She'd tugged. I'd groaned. Those little fingers felt good. With her other hand, she investigated the hair leading from my waist down. Her fingers lightly scratching. When she tugged again, my hips literally came off the bed. 

"Stop," I insisted. Sort of. 

Her spare hand went down to my balls, weighing them. "Can I lick it?"

I moaned and started to spread my legs. She already had me ready to pop.

"It's so big..." Something her voice told me this wasn't a line. Warning buzzers started going off in my head. 

"Waits, let's..."

Then she leaned down and kissed me. Just a peck on my tip. 

I reached down and my hand brushed against her chest. 

Her nipples were were hard nubs. She pressed them against my fingers and I tweaked one. She gasped in surprise. 

She was rolling her hips, getting herself going, on the pressure of my knee. She started pecking my dick and balls with more kisses. 

She was horny, senseless, and obviously had no clue what she was doing. 

Shit. 

For a moment, I tried to talk myself into doing the wrong thing because, wow, this chick. 

Then my brain finally kicked in and I sifted my fingers in her hair and pulled her face off me. 

She groaned again like she liked it. Sexiest damn noise I ever heard. I tugged again and she arched.

Holy shit. 

I needed her so bad. I need to pick up her hips and slam her down on me. 

"Please," she obviously was feeling the same. She was squirming on my legs trying to get relief.

I panted for a few seconds then self-preservation kicked back in.

I found the willpower to drag her back to the back to the bathroom with my hard-on swinging as we walked. It was the most f*cked-up ridiculous night of my life. 

She whimpered when I left her. 

I was gonna finish what she started but I fell back asleep the moment my face hit the pillow. 

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a/n: Poor Poor Marco. pooooooor Marco. 

Heh. 

so a reminder that I am new and I'm writing it with no editor, no buffer, nothing, nada, zip. If you're reading and you see something would you let me know? I am always desperate for feedback but isn't that the food of all writers???? :)

-bella