Page 33 of Crash
Grabbing a clean cup from the cabinet, he filled it with water and gulped it down. Her taste still lingered on his lips. No doubt her cum was drying in his beard.
He should probably wash it off, but the thought didn’t last. He liked the idea of falling asleep with her cum on his face, having her sweet smell be the last thing he’d smell before falling asleep.
She was probably waiting for him. Griffin grabbed another cup and poured some fresh water for Quynh.
By the time he returned, she was snoring softly in his bed. He didn’t have the heart or will to wake her.
Sliding between the sheets, he lay on his side and watched her as she slept. He fought the urge to trace her profile with his fingers, just barely.
The sight of her in his bed didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would.
In fact, he liked the way she looked in his bed.
Maybe, a little too much.
fourteen
QUYNH
Quynh was burning alive. Awareness came to her in increments. Something hot and hard was plastered to her back while a heavy weight kept her weighed down. She cracked an eye open to yet another unfamiliar room.
Where am I?
The memories from last night hit her.
Did I pass out last night?
Judging by the muscled arm coiled tightly around her middle, she must have fallen asleep. Nobody could blame her for blacking out after not just one but two intense orgasms, back to back. She’d never come from oral before. Didn’t know it was possible. Griffin’s skillful fingers and mouth coaxed her orgasms out of her like a magician or a snake charmer.
Speaking of snakes, something firm was poking her in her backside. Quynh’s eyes widened at the python nestledbetween her butt cheeks. The angle probably made it seem larger than it was, but if it was close to how it felt, she probably wouldn’t be able to take a cock that long and thick.
An urgent need pestered her, reminding her of her predicament. She looked around for her dress. Last time she saw it, it was tossed over Griffin’s broad shoulders.
The first peeks of sunshine just rising over the horizon dimly lit the room. She tried to wiggle out from Griffin’s hold, only for his arms to tighten around her as he grumbled in his sleep.
She’d smile at being used as a teddy bear if not for her bladder screaming at her. Slowly, she lifted his arm and wiggled to the edge of the bed. She turned to look over her shoulder at his sleeping form, face relaxed in sleep.
Griffin’s almost permanent scowl was nowhere to be seen. He looked so handsome, with sleep softening his features.
How many women got to see Griffin like this?
The thought sobered her as she hastened her efforts to find her clothes and relieve her bladder.
Ah! There you are!
The offending garment lay folded on the bench at the foot of the bed. The thought of squeezing herself into the tight-fitting dress was less than appealing, but she couldn’t do a walk of shame in Griffin’s clothes, even if she was just going across the street.
Tip-toeingacross the cold hardwood floor, she snagged her dress and shorts and hustled into the en suite bathroom. The sound of the lock snicking shut was loud in the otherwise quiet room. A happy sigh escaped her as she relieved the uncomfortable pressure that woke her up from an otherwise peaceful slumber.
She pulled up her panties and slid her feet into her shorts, lamenting at the tight fit against her skin. She always wore fitted shorts under her dresses to prevent chafing and keep her belly pouch contained, but having to wear them first thing in the morning was torture. Slipping on her dress, she washed her hands in the sink. Gasping at the sight that greeted her, she frantically tried to fix her bedhead and splashed warm water on her face to wash off the drool.
Jesus, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d slept so soundly.
Well, this is as good as it’s gonna get.
She admitted defeat and dried her face on the towel.
Careful not to make too much noise, Quynh slowly peeked her head out of the bathroom door. A sigh of relief left her at the sight of his sleeping back, his soft snores reaching her ears.
