by Angera Allen
“I thought I was going to sleep in a spare room. I don’t want to take your bed away from you. Plus what if you want to bring a girl back up here? I don’t want to ruin your night.” Standing next to his bed feeling naked with only his enormous sweatshirt that is engulfing me with only my tiny weeny black dress underneath. I’m holding my clutch and strappy shoes for dear life.
Quick, who’s moving around the room stops and turns to me. He doesn't look happy. “Here, put this on. They’re going to swim on you, but it will be better than that dress. The bathroom is over there. I’ve never had a girl up here. This is where I sleep, and you haven’t ruined my night. The bed’s big, and you’re completely safe in here with me. I would never leave you in a spare room downstairs. I want to be able to see you and know you’re okay.”
What the fuck- Never? Why me?
Feeling all kinds of tingles spiral through me, I smile. “You’re joking, right? You’re one of the biggest players here, and you have never had a girl up here?” I fold my arms over my chest challenging him. “Never?”
Quick turns around to the dresser, pulling out another drawer grabbing a pair of sweatpants and moves to the bed to sit down where he removes his boots.
“Never. I’ve had women downstairs, and I never sleep overnight with them unless it’s at their house, but I usually leave before they wake up. This is my room to sleep. Now you best get into that bathroom, or you’ll be seeing a whole lot of me.” Quick stands up to unbutton his shirt revealing a white t-shirt underneath.
Great, I’m a charity case, and he is just taking care of me.
Our eyes lock.
“Sleep huh, that’s all you want… I guess I should be so lucky that you got stuck babysitting me. Perfect,” I reply sarcastically.
A bit hurt that’s all he wants from me, I turn to the bathroom breaking our stare. My drunken state of mind has my body wanting more, but my coherent mind is telling me to be good.
“Ruby.”
I stop and turn to look at him, just as he’s pulling his t-shirt over his head showing me his magnificent upper body. His chest is massively sculpted with firm tight muscles. I blink and swallow the ‘Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus. Fuck me now’ comment that was about to fly from my lips.
Lord have mercy on me. Please let me have this man.
“It’s not what I want, but it’s what we need.”
Now I’m just confused. I nod with a smile and scan his body one last time, biting my lip before heading into the bathroom.
Confused as fuck, I just stand there looking at myself. He’s just taking care of me like he told Izzy. Fuck, I wonder if this is what Izzy was talking about with Gus. Is this how she feels? Like he’s doing his job and not really interested in her?
Well, I only live once, and this is my one weekend, so I just need to ask. Happy with my decision, I take my time getting ready for bed.
Hopefully, not to sleep.
I take a deep breath excited for what is about to happen hopefully, but when I open the door, it's completely black except for the small nightlight on the side of the bed where I guess I am sleeping. Quick’s big body is turned on its side away from me showing me he’s shirtless but completely asleep.
Well, I guess we are sleeping.
Chapter Eight
I wake up to heavy breathing on my neck and a pounding headache. A large muscular arm wrapped around my waist trapping me against something very warm and very hard. A groan escapes me when my head starts to pound faster as my mind won’t stop racing. I lay there trying to calm my mind and pray for relief.
Quick tightens his grip around my waist pulling me tighter into his enormously hard body. The shirt I have on has ridden up throughout the night exposing my stomach. His touch is so warm it has my body coming unglued.
Holy Shit.
Brody never really liked to cuddle, he was so hot-blooded that he always kept his distance, never really cuddling. It felt good to be in strong arms. I wiggle my ass back trying to get closer. Quick moves his hand up my waist, sliding it under his t-shirt, grabbing a handful of my breast. I bite my lip holding in a moan not wanting him to stop.
“Good morning beautiful,” Quick murmurs into my neck, placing a soft kiss on my collarbone.
Oh, God. Does he know who he’s sleeping with? How drunk was he last night? I lay there waiting to see what he says next.
His hand cups my breast taking my nipple between his pointer finger and thumb milking it. My body has its own agenda when my ass involuntary starts to rock back against him.
“Firecracker, you keep making those sounds and moving that tight little ass against my body, well, let’s just say I won’t have much control over what I’ll do.”
Lost in the touch of his hands I grab his fingers pinching my nipple, so tight I hiss with pleasure and rock my hips back, meeting his hard cock against my ass.
“Ruby, I’m warning you. I have control but you antagonizing me may push me too far,” Quick breathes heavily into my ear.
I need more. Another moan escapes my lips.
Quick nips at my earlobe with a groan.
I want more. I slide my hand behind my ass and grip his cock. I’m surprised when I feel the thick fat head bulging out of his sweatpants.
“Fuck. Yeah.” He pumps into my hand a couple times.
I need to forget everything and just feel. I move to my back, grabbing Quick’s head, bringing it down for a kiss. He still tastes of whiskey.
Quick grabs my hips rolling us, laying me on top of him. He works himself against my core, making us both moan deep into the kiss. I grab both my hands full of his hair, and I tug him up, kissing him harder to the point our lips may bruise.
Fuck I haven’t felt this alive for so long.
I start to dry hump him, feeling his cock slide up and down between my folds, has me tingling.
Quick breaks the kiss breathless. “Ruby, open your eyes,” he demands.
I sit up on top of him and keep rocking against his cock, I pull his shirt over my head, keeping my eyes closed.
God, yes. He feels so good that I can’t control myself.
Quick moves up to a sitting position, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest, and he uses his free hand to help lift my breast to his mouth to inhale. I instantly wrap my legs around him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drop my head back letting all my hair cascade down my back. My pussy has dampened through his loose boxers. A pop sounds when he releases my breast.
“Jesus Christ. Ruby, look at me.” Quick’s voice is dripping with desire.
I fling my head forward letting my hair fly around my face, and I open my eyes.
Please don’t ruin this. Please don’t say no.
I bite my lip praying he doesn’t stop. Quick’s stormy blue eyes are heated with desire. He licks his lips. “There’s my firecracker. I want to make sure you know who you’re with right now.” He leans in for a quick kiss.
I don’t say anything but instead just smile. “I see the fire in your eyes baby but where’s that cracker? Nothing to say?” Quick laughs, grabbing both globes of my ass giving them a hard squeeze.
“What do you want me to say?” I sass.
“I want you to tell me what you want? Do you really want this?” Quick says with a devilish smile.
I reply right away and completely serious. “Yes, I want this. You don’t do girlfriends, and I don’t want anything but this weekend. I want it rough and hard, from what I hear you give it good, so yes, this is what I want.”
Quick’s face has a questionable look. “You sure you want it rough?”
I place both hands on the sides of his face, slipping them into his shaggy hair before I move to kiss him but yank his head back pulling his hair giving me access to his neck. “If I have to repeat myself every time this might not work.” Biting his neck I lick up to his earlobe nipping it.
Quick reaches from behind me, mirroring my action, grabbing a hand full of my hair and pulling back hard, snapping my head b
ack, arching my body back exposing my chest and neck to him. I hiss in a pleasurable pain and moan my approval.
“Firecracker, if only you knew what I’ve wanted to do to this body of yours.” Sliding his free hand down my face, neck, over my breast where he stops to pinch my nipple before cascading down slipping it into the boxers grabbing my ass. “And this fucking hair.” He tugs harder. “Goddamn, this wild fucking hair of yours turned me on before I even saw your face.” He sucks my neck.
“Yes. Fuck me,” I grit out.
Effortlessly he flips over, placing me on my back, kissing me. It becomes all hands on deck with us grabbing each other, trying to get closer. He has his boxers off me in record time, pulling back to rest on his shins and pauses looking down at my now naked body.
Feeling self-conscious I start to move my hands up to cover my tits, but he growls. “Don’t you even move. I want to look at every inch of you,” he says while moving off the bed, leaving me stark naked. He stands next to the bed gripping his cock over his pants.
Holy shit.
His body is pure sin. His whole upper body is magnificently formed with sculpted muscles. There is not one ounce of fat on him. Not like Brody who had a belly. Don’t think of him…fuck.
I continue down his chest locking eyes on the V dip, where his hands are now moving up and down, stroking his cock inside his sweatpants. Goddamn, it’s so defined it has me wanting to follow that happy little trail.
Quick’s bad boy smirk has me feeling warm inside. The way he’s devouring my body looking at every inch while stroking his cock has my pussy throbbing. His sweatpants drop down, springing his cock free letting it bounce with joy. I take a deep breath before licking my lips.
For the love of God, that’s a massive cock.
“You sure you want this? I’m a lot to take,” Quick teases, grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
“Are you sure you're ready for me? I’m a lot to take.” I push up onto my elbows, biting my lip, wanting his cock so bad.
“That’s my firecracker, now get on your knees, I want that fine ass in the air,” Quick growls huskily, rolling the condom down his overly eager cock while moving toward the bed.
I jump onto my hands and knees looking over my shoulder with excitement. Quick moves behind me, grabbing my ass, placing his cock at my entrance.
“Last chance, Rube. You sure you want all of me?” he asks one last time.
“Yes, please. Hurry,” I purr, needing it. I want a new memory. Yes. Fuck me.
Quick grabs my shoulder holding me in place before he starts his assault slamming his cock into my core, a sharp hiss breaks through his clenched teeth. I cry out in pleasurable pain.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Your cunt’s like a fucking hoover. So. Tight,” Quick breathes hammering my pussy, stretching it to form a sleeve around his cock.
“Yes,” I mewl.
Quick grabs both my hips digging his nails into my skin, powering into me, grunting with each thrust.
“Fuck yeah, Rube.”
Thrust.
“That’s it. Fuck.”
Thrust.
“Take all of me.”
Thrust. Slap.
I throw my head back. “Yes. Again,” I grit out.
Quick starts working me faster, gripping my hair, he fucks me harder, sporadically slapping my ass.
“Goddamn firecracker. Come alive, baby. Let go,” Quick huffs, breathless.
Oh, God, his cock feels so goddamn good.
“Harder. Fuck, I’m close,” I demand.
“I got you. Come for me.” Quick pulls back on my hair harder, arching my body toward him. Grabbing my shoulder with his other hand, Quick pins me from moving, giving him more leverage, as he starts jacking his cock upward with long harder thrusts that go so fucking deep he bottoms out. I cry out with my orgasm as it explodes, rippling through my body.
“Oh, God. Quick. Yes. Y-ess.”
Quick slows his thrusts, releasing me to collapse against the bed. “That’s it, come all over my cock.” After a couple more pumps, he pulls out, flipping my lifeless body over as he lifts my legs up against his chest with my feet dangling over his shoulders. He slides under me pummeling back into my creamy pussy. I lock knees as he hugs my legs against his chest so he can jack his cock in and out of me, fast like a jackrabbit. My tits are bouncing all over, and all you hear is the slapping of our bodies pounding together.
“Firecracker, this pussy of yours is making me delirious, wanting more,” he says hoarsely.
I feel another orgasm at the brink of exploding, I grab my tits in each hand and wrench, pulling them, sending a jolt of pain through my body. “Quick. Oh, God...” I shout.
Quick’s voice comes out raspy. “Yes.” He swallows, taking a breath. “Fuck that cock of mine.” Another breath. “Come, Rube.”
As he says, “come,” I arch my back off the bed screaming through another climax. My body starts to shake, and I see stars on the back of my eyelids. Quick releases my legs, spreading them wide apart. He falls between them, lifting my ass up off the bed as he rams my pussy. Sweat covers our bodies as he fucks me ravenously mad with deep and hard thrusts - hitting my clit with each thrust and I come again. Quick quickens his pumps, and I feel his cock pulse, I know he’s close.
“Fuck me good. Yes, come hard baby,” I coo, watching his muscles pulse and tighten up, as he’s about to lose it.
I hold onto my tits, gripping them as he pounds into me, making carnal animalistic sounds. He’s close to exploding.
“Your pussy’s like crack. I can’t stop,” he growls through a clenched jaw.
I contract my muscles around his cock.
“Oh, Ruby. That’s it. Fucking milk my cock.”
My pussy spasms again with another orgasm, sending us both over the edge. Quick lets a long throaty moan escape, and he slows his hips, letting his orgasm wash through him.
“Jesus Christ, that was unfuckingbelieveable.” His voice is raspy from being out of breath.
I can’t speak but instead moan. Leaning down, he kisses me slow and deep before pulling out, grabbing the condom, and heading to the bathroom.
I can’t move. I can’t speak. My body feels like it’s floating high from coming so many times, I just lay there.
Quick comes back pulling me onto his chest, snuggling me into him, he covers us with a sheet. My body’s tingling all over, I can’t move.
Quick swipes my hair over my shoulder, caressing me. “I got you. Sleep. It’s still early.” I fall asleep before he finishes his sentence.
Waking up again in Quick’s arms, I smile. Feeling my body’s soreness already I try to stretch out, but I don’t want to wake him. He moans from behind me but doesn't wake, instead, he shifts onto his back throwing an arm over his face. I lift up onto my elbow and look down at his beautiful body.
Don’t get attached. This was a one-night fling. I try to tell myself that it was a one night stand but I feel a tug in my stomach. Taking a deep breath, I slip out of bed and grab all my stuff, slipping on his boxers and t-shirt again. Opening his door, I stop to take one more glance at his glorious body sleeping so effortlessly.
Goodbye, Quick.
Chapter Nine
I feel bad for leaving Quick, but it’s the right thing to do.
No attachment. No overnight stays. No drama.
Feeling good about my decision, I push my shoulders back and shut the door. Only to realize that I don’t know where Izzy is and where I’m going to go right now. I start to panic making my way over to the elevator. I didn’t think this through all the way. Maybe I-
“Goin’ somewhere?”
I scream, jumping around to see Gus standing in the small kitchen by the coffee maker. “For fuck’s sake, you scared the shit out of me Gus.” Clenching my chest, I bend over trying not to laugh.
“Running away I see. You lookin’ for Iz?” He grabs his cup of coffee and moves to the table.
I move back toward the table taking a seat across from
him. “I wasn’t running away. He doesn’t do sleepovers, so I did him a favor and left before he woke up,” I answer honestly.
“Yes, but what if he wanted ya to stay?” Gus takes a sip of coffee.
Ignoring his question, I ask, “Is there more of that?” motioning toward the coffee maker.
“Yes, let me get it.” Gus gets up before I can protest.
“So are ya leavin’ today or ya goin’ to stay a couple more days?” Gus asks over his shoulder.
“I don’t know what to do, honestly. I don’t want to go back, but it would make things easier.”
“Easier on who? The cunt? What I’ve heard he’s a real prick,” Gus says, still not looking at me.
“Who’s a prick?” I jump again hearing Izzy’s voice bellow from behind me.
“Fuck, is everyone around here ninjas?” I laugh, grabbing my chest again.
Izzy laughs. “I need coffee.”
Izzy stops to kiss the top of my head before moving toward Gus who happens to have two cups of coffee. He must have known she was coming out.
“Where’s Quick?” Izzy asks, moving toward the fridge.
“Your one here snuck out of me lad’s room.” Gus chuckles. I swoon over his thick accent and his laugh. I think this is the most I’ve spoken to Gus. It’s nice seeing this side of him.
Izzy stands up from bending down in the fridge to look over the door at me. “You left him sleeping? You snuck out?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I wanted to find you. Don’t we have stuff to do today?”
Izzy shuts the fridge and comes to sit down in front of me. “Um, I don’t know how to say this, but he never takes girls home with him.” She smiles. “Like ever.”
I again shrug my shoulders. “I told him last night it was a no strings attached kind of thing. He agreed.”
Gus hands us our coffee, placing creamers and sugar on the table. “Stall the ball, lass. Did he actually agree and confirm what ya just said? I know me, boy, he doesn’t take just anyone home. Especially to his room,” Gus declares.
“Hello, I’m still married. It’s sex. My head isn’t ready for anything else,” I say simply. I try to convince them or maybe myself that it’s just sex.
