Guns & Roses || (August Alsina)

50.

Carina

"Dave shut up" I laughed looking into the camera. I was sitting on my bed crisscrossing my legs. I had just finished doing some stretching and he thought it was so funny for some odd reason.

"You real ugly for that tree position" He laughed prompting his phone up so I could get a better look at him. He was standing in his kitchen shirtless so I took the time to view all his tattoos. He had a nice muscular body and I was trying to contain the feeling I was feeling.

"Damn could a nigga get his body back" Coming out of my daze I blushed from my embarrassment.

"I was actually looking at your tattoos"

"You like em don't you" He smirked effortlessly grabbing the box of cereal off his refrigerator.

"Yikes, not really" I teased.

"Stop sippin that haterade ma" He chuckled.
"You got work tomorrow?"

"Unfortunately. 10:30 am" I sighed. At this point, I was just waiting for thanksgiving to come which was right around the corner. I would get half of the whole week off and that's why I loved my job during the holidays. We got time off with pay which was a bonus for me.

"You'll be aight. Still ain't heard back from them agencies"

Pouting I shook my head watching as he poured Frosted Flakes then milk into his black bowl.
"No.. but I know I will that's why I'm not trippin"

"I know you will too" Smiling at him he mimicked my face then I heard my front door.
"Fuck is that?" He asked. I shrugged but I knew exactly what it was.

"I don't know but I'm about to go to sleep since I gotta be up early. I'll text you tomorrow"

"Aight ma" He responded not even paying attention to me anymore. I heard the stairs so I grabbed my phone.

"Goodnight"

"Nig-" I hung up right when the door opened.

Smiling at me as he walked in I got off the bed placing my phone on the charger. Instantly I felt him behind me nibbling on my neck.

"Quin" I laughed.

"Who was you talkin too" He turned me so I was facing him while still kissing my neck and caressing my body.

As much as I wanted to stop him I couldn't. My hormones were going crazy.

"My friend"

"You'on got no friends" He gripped my rear in his hands backing me into the bed.

"Why are you acting high but smell like mint and soap" I flipped the questions on him.

I didn't feel guilty or anything for having Dave as a friend I just didn't really feel like having to talk about him with Q.

"Cause baybeh I'm fried. I went home showered an' shit but I wanted to lay up wit you so I came here" He answered.

Moaning as his hand rubbed my clit through my shorts I bit my lip feeling my breathing speed up.

"Take em off" He said in my ear with a demanding tone.

Doing as he said I watched him take his shirt off tossing it. Grabbing my leg he lifted it over his shoulder. Kissing the inside of my thighs he made his way to my pearl. I slightly parted my lips as I felt his tongue on me.

"Quinn" I moaned throwing my head back.

I didn't know what was up with him today but this was the best head he's ever given me. Too damn good to be exact.