Here's your challenge

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"I think I've seen this bedroom more times today than anything else," I told Q. I noticed he was still holding the two shots. Then I noticed the full bottle of Captain Morgan, and the lit candles scattered on the nightstand. Q passed me a shot. "Down the hatch." We took the shots, and Q flopped down on his bed. "So how..how much of what Joe and I were talking about did you actually hear?" Q refilled our glasses once more. "All of it. I didn't take that long in the bathroom" he joked. "I came out and saw you were gone. Sal told me you weren't feeling well and that Joe took you out front." "So... you heard what I said.." "I did." He swallowed his shot.

"Is there anything we need to talk about?" I asked.

"Well, we can talk about how damn badly I want you," Q suggested. "For god's sake, Murr's getting action in my house and I'm not? How unfair is that?"

I giggled. " Well, it's not like you can't fix that." I drank my shot. The room was spinning faster. I couldn't tell how long we'd been in the bedroom. It could have been five minutes, or fifteen. I had no idea. Q ran his hand up and down my arm. His fingers traced my collarbone, then climbed up into my hair again as he went in for a kiss. I kissed him back. He increased the pressure, and I bit his lip gently. He removed his hands from my hair and started running them down my body. First my shoulders, then down my arms, waist, hips, all the way down my legs and back up. He reached up and carefully pulled down the straps of my tank top. I bit his lip a little harder, then reached down and squeezed his thigh. He shivered as though I'd dropped ice in his pants. I lightly dragged my nails down his thighs. I could see him melting right before my eyes. We continued kissing for a moment longer, then I got up and grabbed the rum bottle. We took another shot each, then got back into position. The booze was loosening me up more than ever before. I'd never felt like this in my life. Q grabbed at me and locked his lips against mine again. "Mara, baby, I want you so much," Q groaned."You have no idea..."

 "Wanna bet?" I replied. I bit my lip and stared directly into his eyes. "I don't think I can fight this any longer. I want you so bad. Let's see if you can't give me a birthday gift I'll never forget. There's your challenge. Try not to get a thumbs-down on this one" I joked. Q bared his teeth at me in a pretend growl. "There you go again, doubting the Q-man. I'm about to rock your world." He kissed my earlobe, then reached over and turned on the stereo next to his bed. Hinder's All American Nightmare came blaring from the speakers. "I'm trying for as much privacy as possible," he told me "Although with those goofballs in the next room, that might not happen...Lay back," he added. I did as he asked, hardly daring to believe this was going down. Q resumed kissing me, down my arms, across my chest, on my forehead. His mouth and tongue ventured all over my body, leaving behind a trail of delicate kisses. It was only when he bit my earlobe that I let out an audible moan. Q paused. "Looks like I found a sweet spot of my own " he teased. "Do you like it when I do this?" He bit my ear again, and I shuddered. Q grinned. "You're in trouuublle now." he sang. He ran his fingers through my hair. I grabbed one of his hands with my own and held it up to compare. "What are you doing?" he asked. 

"Ever since I watched that episode where you and Murr compared hand sizes, I've been kind of fixated on your hands." I informed him. "I hadn't noticed until then, but I'm like, in love with them..And I'm sorry if my drunken rambling freaks you out."  Q shook his head. "It's ok, honest. I will say, that's the first time I've been told that, but it's definitely not the strangest thing I've heard....but, if I could have that hand back, I can think of much more interesting things to do with it..." "Oh yeah?"

He slipped his hand inside my skirt. "Yeah." I squirmed as I felt his fingers brush the front of my panties, then slide inside them "Just so you know, I'm not on the pill or anything...mmmh, oh god, that feels good."

Q smiled "Just so you know, there's condoms in that top drawer right there."

"Mmmh...in that case..."

The next few minutes passed in a blur of rock music and sweaty bodies. Within moments, Q and I peeled each others' clothes off, and were on his bed, locked together like their was no tomorrow. He was gentle for the most part, until I dug my nails into his back and moaned with pleasure. Then it was  on. His motions became harder, more frantic, like he couldn't wait for the experience any longer. I was in total ecstasy. He bit my lip, then my earlobe, then went for my neck. I was leaving nail marks all along his body at this point, I was sure of it, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. We were going at it, hot and heavy. I heard the radio finish one song, then start another..and another...and another. Q and I kept going, thrusting and holding onto on another, until I heard him cry out almost like he'd been shot. He gave one final thrust and stopped. "Holy hell, girl, that was incredible."

I looked up at him and smiled "Look who's talking." We were both sweaty and breathing hard, yet I'd never felt more amazing. I pulled him closer to my face and gave him a long kiss.

"So what'd ya think?" Q teased. "Thumbs up?"

"Thumbs up to the heavens, babe. That was phenomenal." A glance at the clock told me we'd been alone in here for nearly an hour. "Shit. Something tells me we should probably rejoin the party."

"If you insist" he replied. "I need to prepare for round two, anyways."

I laughed. "You want a round two? Please tell me you're not joking."

He shook his head. "Mara, what you just made me feel.." He held up his hand. I could see it was shaking. "You had such an effect on me just now, I can't wait to relive it." He kissed me, then stood up. "But you're probably right. Let me go get cleaned up, and we can go back to the others...who'd better all be where I left them " he added darkly. I had a feeling he was still thinking about Murr desecrating his laundry room. We quickly cleaned up, then went back out to the party.

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