Once they were in the bedroom Melanie wasted no time in getting Brian's clothes off. As soon as he was naked she pushed him down on the edge of the bed and dropped to her knees.
"I'm gonna take care of you," she said, her words slurred.
He flinched when she took ahold of his shaft. She was a little rougher than usual because of the alcohol, but it didn't bother him. He fell back onto his elbows as her tongue made contact with the head of his cock.
She swirled it around him several times before taking him in her mouth. He moaned and winced as she worked him over until he couldn't take it anymore.
"Come up here so I can fuck you," he said, sitting back up and grabbing her left arm.
She got up at once and stripped, before climbing onto the bed and getting on all fours. His hands rested on her hips as he got to his knees. One hand reached around and rubbed her clit as the other guided his cock into her.
She moaned loudly as he filled her up, her head falling forward. The room was starting to spin, but he felt good inside her and she didn't want to give up that feeling. She was feeling more and more dizzy as he thrust in and out of her.
She was having a hard time concentrating on her own pleasure and knew it wasn't going to happen but she wanted to let him finish.
"I'm almost there," she lied, trying to speed him up. "Are you ready to cum with me?"
"Uh huh," he grunted, his body slamming into hers.
"That's it. Cum for me. Do it now. I wanna feel you cum now."
She moaned, and with a few more thrusts and a loud groan he was spilling into her. He was too drunk to notice she had faked it. The second he pulled out of her he collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy. She immediately followed, her head swimming, for a moment feeling as though she might be sick.
Her eyes closed and she instantly started to lose consciousness. She jumped slightly when he moved close to her, throwing an arm over her and muttering "I love you."
She woke several hours later, her head throbbing. When she opened her eyes her vision was blurred. She rubbed them, certain it was due to sleep and the alcohol. She pulled the covers back and got out of bed. She stumbled, bumping into his dresser and then the door frame, on her way to the bathroom.
Brian was still asleep, snoring softly, and didn't react to the noise she created. As she sat on the toilet the bathroom spun around her. She rested her elbows on her legs and put her head in her hands. Almost instantly she started to fall back asleep. She bolted upright when her right arm started to slide off of her leg.
Before leaving the bathroom she rummaged through his medicine cabinet, looking for something to soothe her head. As she made her way back to the bed she lost her balance and slammed into the foot of the bed. The shaking of the bed caused Brian to stir, but not wake up.
She threw the covers over herself and laid towards the edge of the bed, facing the wall. She suddenly felt nauseous and tried through her haze not to throw up. She passed out again before that happened.
When she next woke she was alone in bed. She could tell it was light out but had no idea what time it was. Her headache had not subsided, and vision still seemed to be blurry. She lay there for a few minutes, summoning up the will to get up.
As she reached for the covers Brian entered the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. He didn't notice she was awake as he quietly made his way to the dresser.
"What time is it?" she asked, her voice raspy.
"Hey, you're awake. It's almost noon." He tossed his towel on the end of the bed and put on a pair of boxer shorts, then climbed back onto the bed next to her. "How ya feelin'?"
"Not good. Not good at all. I feel nauseous and I feel like I'm still drunk, but I can't be. I didn't even think I drank that much."
She clutched her head, trying to squeeze the pain out of it.
"Is it just a headache?" he asked. "I can get you something for it."
"No, it's more than that. The pain is so intense. And I can't focus my eyes on anything. Everything is slightly blurry. When I was up earlier to go to the bathroom I was really dizzy. I've never had alcohol affect me this way before."
"Stay here and I'll go make you some toast and bring you some aspirin."
He kissed her forehead lightly then got up and threw on a t-shirt before heading downstairs. When he returned he found her curled up in a ball. He sat the tray down and turned on the bedside light, then got her a t-shirt to put on.
"Thank you," she said softly. She grabbed the bottle of Advil and took a few of the pills with some of the orange juice he had brought her. "Did you eat anything?"
"Not yet. I was waiting for you."
"Well you don't need to sit here and watch me eat toast. Go get yourself something."
"I'll be right back," he said, getting up and heading back downstairs.
By the time he got back she had finished eating and was laying down again, grasping her head.
"Feel any better?"
"No. It hurts so bad."
"Is your vision still blurry?"
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" he asked.
"No. I just want to sleep."
"Are you sure?"
"Sleep as long as you need to. I'll be downstairs if you need me."
"No," she said, reaching a hand out to him. "Don't go. Not yet."
He laid down and stretched an arm out. She curled up next to him and he wrapped his arms around her. He waited until she was asleep to leave the room.
It was nearly 5:00 when he went up to check on her. She was still asleep, in the same position and spot he had left her in. He sat next to her and gently tried to wake her.
"Melanie. Sweetheart. Wake up." She didn't budge. "Come on baby. It's 5:00." Still nothing. "Melanie." His voice was louder and more firm as he started to worry. He shook her harder and continued to speak her name. Finally, after nearly a minute, she turned over.
"Hey," he said. "How are you feeling?"
She opened her eyes and looked over at him.
"Why are there two of you?" she asked, reaching a hand out to touch him but only finding air.
"What are you talking about?"
"There are two of you." Her voice was soft and dreamy, her words just on the edge of being slurred.
"How's your headache? Is it gone?"
"My head still hurts really bad," she said, grabbing it with both hands.
"I think it's time to go to the hospital."
"Why?" she asked, still trying touch the Brian that wasn't there.
"Because something is wrong. Let me help you get dressed."
He threw on a pair of jeans and tennis shoes then helped her into her pants. He put her socks on then pulled her up.
"Whoa," she said as she stood up.
"The room is spinning."
He picked her up and carried her downstairs, where he put her shoes and coat on her. He handed her her purse then carried her out to his jeep. Within 15 minutes he was pulling up to the hospital.
YOU ARE READING
When she moved to New York City the last thing on Melanie's mind was finding the love of her life. But then she met Brian Quinn. And life took and unexpected turn.