Compartmentalizing was Em's specialty. She put all her emotions into separate boxes and stored them carefully away, only to be brought out when it was completely safe. Of course, that hadn't worked out so well yesterday. She'd lost control not once but twice, and made a fool of herself in front of Quentin. But she'd gotten a surprisingly good night's sleep, and she felt more like herself. Today would be better.
She'd gotten dressed for work, pulled on her heels and double-checked her bag. The only thing left was to deal with the man in her bed.
Was she supposed to wake him up? Was that allowed? She had to lock the door before she left. Maybe she could ask Mateo to come over and lock it after he left? But she really didn't want to leave him alone in her apartment… She didn't want to wake him up either. Left with no other choice, she walked over to the beside and attempted to shake him awake.
"Come on, Quentin, I'm late…" Quentin shook a little bit, and then he reached out and grabbed her.
"No." He turned, pulling her onto the bed and trapping her in his arms.
"What do you mean no? I'm going to be late to work."
"Call out."
"I can't just call out willy-nilly, people are counting on me." Quentin didn't seem to hear her at all, instead choosing to pull her even closer and tucking them both under the blanket. "Quentin, I'm serious. I have to leave."
"No." He said, and if Em didn't know better she would have thought he was being… petulant. Whiny. But there's no way that the Ice Prince of Novatech would be so childish.
"... You're kidding, right?" She grabbed his face and turned it to her, and his eyes flew open.
"No." He captured her lips the next moment, his hand sliding down her back. He pushed his way under her shirt, gripping her ass with his other hand. Em gasped, immediately set aflame. This was a terrible idea… but his touch was addicting. Even while protesting, Em knew she couldn't push him away. Well, if she was doing it then she was doing it.
"Goddamnit." She rolled over some more, pulling him on top of her. He'd slept in his work pants, but had taken his shirt off at some point during the night. He'd always managed to glow in her cheap LED lighting. He made her shitty hole in the wall apartment seem special, somehow. He kissed like a man starved. Em wrapped her hand around his neck and gripped it tightly, not choking him but close enough that he let out a sharp gasp. She smiled.
"If you're gonna fuck me then fuck me." She tucked her fingers into the hem of his pants, pulling them down slowly. Quentin grabbed her breast and squeezed, hard enough to leave a bruise. He was using one arm to support himself, so he wouldn't collapse onto her entirely. She didn't want that. She wanted him to break.
Em slipped her hand into his underwear and grabbed his length. It was hard and hot and already leaking. This man was so easy. She began to stroke it, and as she did she nibbled at his ear. He began to tremble, his arousal overwhelming. She didn't feel like waiting anymore.
She took back her hand, causing him to gasp again. Quickly, she pulled down her spandex and panties, which had become wet alarmingly fast. She put a hand on his chest, pushing him back till he was sitting up straight on top of her. Then she rolled over, pulled her dress up to her waist, and got on her knees.
"Well?" She said, looking back at him. He was looking at her in that feral way he did right before he lost control. Well, as long as he didn't mess up her dress.
Quentin grabbed a condom off the side table and rolled it on with practiced ease. Em briefly wondered if he had actually practiced, or if he'd just had a lot of sex. Quentin grabbed her ass again, pushing her slightly forward so he had better access to her cunt. He pushed three fingers in, and made a sort of pleased noise. Em felt him leaning down, felt his breath against her thighs, and leaned away.
"Just your cock, baby." Quentin almost whined, but did as he was told. He lined his cock up and began pushing in slowly. No matter how desperate he was, Quentin was always careful with his first few strokes. He would watch her carefully, looking at her eyes and the subtle twitches of her body, looking for signs of pain. Em wasn't one for the slow shit, but she appreciated that he didn't want to hurt her. Most of the guys she'd been with hadn't given two shits about her pleasure. It was… nice.
She was jolted from her thoughts by Quentin shoving her entire length in her abruptly. She nearly choked. He was holding on to her waist now, bending over in just the right way to make it feel like he was pushing her organs around. He didn't waste any time pulling out and thrusting into her again. He set an unforgiving pace, drilling into her relentlessly. Em gripped her pillow tightly, holding on for dear life and she lost herself in the pleasure. She loved taking him like this, feeling him go as deep inside her as he could. He was searing hot and rock hard, and he touched every part inside her that set shockwaves through her body. She had closed her eyes to try and hold back the tears but she could imagine what he looked like. His whole body flexing, his wide hands reaching around her waist, yanking her back onto him desperately. She could see the beads of sweat rolling down his firm chest, the veins in his arms popping as he tried not to cum too soon. She moaned, and he took that as a sign to go even harder. He slowed down so he could put more force into his thrusts, and Em found herself moaning with every stroke. The noises she made were instinctual.
"God, Fuck, Em." Quentin groaned. Em couldn't help but smile.
"Come on, baby." She arched her back. "Give it to me." Quentin grabbed her by the hips this time, giving him a much better grip, and then he pounded into her ferociously. Em moaned again, feeling her body tremble from pleasure. Quentin was clearly close to cumming too. He was being good, waiting for her instructions. "Come on, baby. Inside." she said. He leaned forward, his chest pressed against her back, which changed the angle so his cock was pushing against her insides and she could no longer hold back. The orgasm ripped through her, a wave of feeling that made her head fuzzy. She collapsed, burying her face in the pillow and riding out the sensation. Quentin rolled over and lay down beside her. He was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. It was hot. Honestly, if they had the time Em might have asked for another round. Unfortunately, she was already late to work.
She took another few minutes to collect herself and then rolled out of bed. Her panties were buried somewhere under Quentin. She was going to put on a fresh pair anyway, so she could deal with it later.
"Come on, Quentin. We've gotta get to work." She tapped his leg, just hard enough to convey the urgency. Finally, Quentin rolled out of bed. He dug through the layers of sheets and found his clothes, and put them on haphazardly. He could technically go outside like this, but it was incredibly obvious he'd just had sex. Fortunately, he didn't seem to care. He grabbed his wallet off the side table. Then he walked over and kissed her, long and hard. Em was too surprised to react to it. He pulled away and was out the door before she could say another word.