Page 49 of Rising from the Ashes

Even from where I am sitting, I can almost feel the sizzling tension between both of them. As Quinn’s head is still tilted back, Calista lightly presses her lips against her neck. Quinn shoots her head back, surprised at Calista’s forwardness, but smiles softly and to my surprise, wraps her arms around her. The girls’ bodies move in a rhythmic motion together, their breasts and stomachs tightly pressed together as they dance. Calista whispers something in Quinn’s ear and she hesitantly nods. Both girls exit the dance floor at the song’s end, and I see them heading toward the women’s restroom.

Fuck. What is Cal doing?

As if to answer my question, I hear Quinn pop up, “Fuck. I needed to let go tonight.” She giggles, “Thank you.”

“No problem, suga. It was my pleasure keeping you company.”

It remains quiet in my earpiece for several moments until I hear what sounds like kissing.

Son of a bitch. Are they…?

“Umm…I’ve never been with a woman before.” Quinn admits.

Recognizing Calista’s voice causes my dick to ache. “It’s okay, doll. I can stop if you want me to.”

I hear lips meeting again, along with a tiny whimper escaping one of their mouths.

“No, please keep going.” Quinn pants.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I hear the zip of pants followed by Calista speaking again, “For never being with a woman, you sure are ready for me, suga.”

“Please…” Quinn whimpers.

“I’ve got you.” Calista echoes my own words to Quinn.

Gripping the sides of my barstool until my knuckles whiten, it takes every ounce of my strength not to march over to that bathroom and break the door open.

She wasn’t joking. She wanted to play tonight.

I can hear the sweet begging of Quinn’s voice, and my mind is imagining everything Calista is doing to her, how they’re positioned, how their bodies are pressed together.

“That’s it, angel. Come for me.” Calista says sweetly.

“Fuck. Yes!” Quinn cries out, “I need more. Please!”

I hear Calista giggling, “Mmm, baby, I promise I can give you so much more, but not here or tonight. Can you be patient for me?”

“Mmhmm…” I hear Quinn mindlessly agree.

“Good girl.” Calista kisses Quinn, “Come on, your detail will be looking for you, and I don’t feel like killing a six-foot-five grown man tonight,” she says teasingly.

Sad part is, unbeknownst to Quinn, she’s not joking.

I hear the door to the bathroom open and my eyes fly to the side of the bar where they were sitting moments before.

Within a few minutes, Calista emerges with Quinn trailing behind her, holding hands. Quinn’s cheeks are red and flustered. Her eyes look glassy as if she’s been thoroughly satisfied.

Calista leans over and I notice something fall out of her hand to the ground as she kisses Quinn on the cheek and whispers something in her ear. Quinn just nods.

Walking in my direction, she speaks out loud, “Meet me in the alley.”

I hear it through my earpiece as she walks past me. Taking one last look at Quinn who, again, looks lonely and sad, I throw some cash down on the bar and follow Calista into the alley.

Walking out of the back door, Calista is standing in the alley waiting patiently for me. Feeling wound up from what I just heard, I grab her by the throat and push her back against a part of the wall that is shadowed from wandering eyes.

“What the fuck, Cal?” I growl.

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