Dippin' Low: The Story of Honey (EDITING)

Chapter 7: Side Effects

"So..." 

Reading my mind he laughed and reached down into his pockets. "Aight, Aight. I got you your stash too." On cue, he pulled out a small plastic baggy with at least ten little white pills pilled in it.

I hopped down with a quickness to sit beside him holding the bag faster than you could say 'how high'. I was feigning that bad and I wasn't afraid to admit it.

With the biggest cool-aid smile on my face, I reached in and grabbed a stack (two) of the pills and placed them both back to back on my tongue curling it back in my mouth. The taste was that of a pain killer but easier to swallow and the effect was ten times better. 

I watched as Quincy also took a pill and popped it into his mouth and sink into the sofa with his arms still wrapped around my waist. 

I didn't know how much time had passed but the effects of the pills were starting to take over and damn was I feeling it. I started to notice how slow I was breathing, how soft the sofa felt against the areas of my exposed skin. The plush of it rubbing against my butt cheeks as I slowly moved side to side felt better than any silk or satin. Closing my eyes, I began to feel my skin get warmer as if I was drinking a nice cup of hot chocolate. Soon the warming sensation began to come in waves throughout my body.

I turned my head to Quincy who was looking back at me with low, bedroom eyes. He had one hand inching to my thigh and the other rubbing the front of his pants, erotically. I knew exactly what it all meant and I damn sure was ready to ride this high all the way up until the wheels fell off. 

"Come'er girl." His voice was huskier and just the mere sound of it had me wet like the Atlantic Ocean. 

We were only a few inches apart so it was easy for me to lean my body against his and kiss him with all the pent up desire from Tyrone. Of course most of the passion was from the drugs but I wasn't complaining. The more and deeper I kissed him, the more alive my body felt. Our tongues mingling felt like a firework explosion of desire and every nerve in my body becoming alive. My nipples more erect than usual, pressed against his chest and my thighs were now on either side of his legs finding myself sitting in his lap. I couldn't help but cave in to the sudden urge to grind my kitty on the front of his jeans.

 He had kept his hands on each cheek, pressing me down harder on his crotch. I couldn't help but moan at this feeling that seemed to vibrate through my whole body. 

Quincy removed his mouth from mine and let his tongue explore the sides of my neck and trace the outline of my ear. "Damn baby girl. ooh, why don't you put cha mouth on it." He groaned with his lips covering my chest in hickeys.

I didn't hesitate, more so thrilled at his request and reached into his pants pulling out his penis to massage it. His hand crept up my back to the back of my head, slowly pushing to guide me down. I did my little tricks with my tongue, flattening it out against his skin and making little circles. I wasn't one to leave hickeys so I gently sucked his skin between my lips. That was more than enough to get this man to moan and it was music to my ears. Still moving down, I finally reached my destination. With my hand still wrapped around him, I flicked my tongue across the perfectly shaped, pink mushroom tip. Squeezing his dick slightly, I enclosed my lips around it, raising my hips so that I could get enough leverage to take that him as far back into my throat as I could.

"Oh, fuck." Quincy wounded his hands in my hair and began fucking my mouth. Most times I would stop and tell him to let go of my hair, but the slick feeling of him sliding in and out of my mouth had me completely distracted to where I didn't even remotely care.

Thrusting his hips faster, he moaned louder forgetting that we were still inside the strip club. I cradled his balls in my hands gently massaging and that was enough to send him over the edge.