Claiming His Reunion Obsession: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 162)

by Flora Ferrari

  In hindsight, I couldn’t agree more, but I’m grateful they made the right decision, for our sakes.

  Tonight.

  “I want you Quinn,” Chelle murmurs into my ear. “In here…” she moans, grinding herself right onto my hardness, making it feel like I’ll explode right through my jeans at any moment.

  “I want to fuck you Chelle… right here… make you mine and claim you properly. I’m gonna fill you so full of my seed.” I groam, hardly believing what’s coming out of my mouth let alone the pressure I feel building from my swollen rod.

  “Ahh… Quinn, I’m gonna…. It’s…” Chelle’s whole body starts to go rigid, she’s about to come and I know I haven’t got a lot of time.

  I lay her gently on the highest, biggest chair and get on my knees in front of her as she wraps her legs over my shoulders, pulling me towards her fuming mound as I pull her panties to one side, making her gasp and shudder some more.

  “Hold on baby,” I growl, “I want to taste your come in my mouth… don’t you waste any of that sweet juice without me.’

  My heart’s pounding in my ears and in my chest like a damned drum. My hands shake but I feel my firm grip on her perfect ass, kneading her cheeks as I press my whole mouth over her quivering pussy as she jerks her whole body back, stifling a scream and gripping my hair with both hands, grinding her sweet pussy harder, right into my face and mouth.

  Working her clit with my tongue, I feel her relaxing into the new sensation, savoring her juices, I know she has more pleasure ahead before she’ll climax.

  I want to free my aching cock, to ready it for her. I can feel the strain against my jeans, saturated now with my own precome, the feeling of her in my mouth, the pressure building as my balls rise up. I have to focus on her own pleasure, willing myself not to come until it’s time.

  Until I can put my seed inside her, where it belongs.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Chelle

  The feeling of Quinn on me, his tongue, his mouth and his hands working my whole body. It’s too much. I’ve never even touched myself, let alone had anything like this before.

  I’m floating. Died and gone to heaven, I tell myself, but my own thumping chest, that jungle beat coursing through my whole body, white hot at the apex of Quinn’s mouth on me, it tells me I’m more alive than I’ve ever been and something magical is about to happen.

  Just like his kiss, his huge body holding me close, his understanding of just how I feel, Quinn’s sensitive to my own rising tide of arousal and when we both feel the waves about to crash, he peels my lips even wider open, drawing another shivering gasp from me.

  Using extra pressure from his tongue and lips on my clit as he grips my ass with a force that makes me want to come for him. Makes me want to give it all to him, right into his mouth.

  Hearing him growling, making that low sound as I feel it finally pop. That huge wall of energy and emotions, washing over me, through me and out of me. It’s inside me and outside of me at the same time. The most incredible, sensual and happiest feeling I’ve ever had, and I’m sharing it with Quinn, he’s right here with me.

  A part of my new life, my journey towards being a true woman.

  I’m shaking like a leaf, half laughing and half crying at the same time. I can feel hot and cold rushing over me all at once and my teeth start to chatter, almost like I’m cold.

  Quinn takes all of my climax into his mouth and using his hands, he continues to pleasure me all over until I come down, gradually realizing that this is what my first orgasm feels like.

  I tug on Quinn’s ears, lifting him up so his face is level with mine, making me jerk and twitch still as his whole body presses hard against my sodden pussy.

  His clothes, shirt, everything still on him, I’m worried about how he’ll look at me, but he presses his mouth against mine in response.

  “I want to have you all over me, all the time. Every day,” he announces. Nibbling on my neck eagerly and pulling down the top of my dress, freeing my girls in one movement, which makes it Quinn’s turn to gasp aloud in wonder, and with an instant, firmer edge to his arousal.

  He kisses me hard, letting me taste myself on him and making my whole chest stiffen by degrees as his mouth moves down to give my nipples the same treatment he just gave me down below.

  I’m gasping for air, feeling lightheaded. I love this, I really do, but it’s all happening so fast it feels like my chest is about to explode if I can’t get some air inside me.

  “What is it?” Quinn asks me, sensing how I’m feeling.

  “I just need a minute,” I gasp, for air now, not for anything else. I sit up as Quinn moves back, balancing on his heels. He’s rubbing the top of my legs with his hands and I feel the room again all of a sudden. Remembering where we are, what I was doing only a few minutes before.

  “I… I’m a virgin, Quinn…” I stammer, feeling instant relief at telling him.

  My anxiety has been building, along with my arousal, and once I get my first orgasm out of the way, feeling close to Quinn than ever, it makes me think he’ll want more.

  Isn’t that what all guys really want? I don’t know, but from what I’ve heard if I don’t put out I’m something of a tease. And I don’t want that.

  “I just need a minute,” I tell him, and he takes both my hands into his and kisses them lightly.

  “I’m glad,” he says, his voice like smoke.

  “Glad?” I ask him, thinking he must just be being polite, he’s such a gentleman.

  “I’m glad because it means nobody else can have you, nobody else has ever had you. You’re all mine, Chelle and that’s all I really want.”

  “You don’t think it’s…?”

  “I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and I want you more than ever. If you want to wait, I understand. I just couldn’t help myself just now, I needed to make you mine, to stake my claim.”

  I shush him, tracing my fingers through his curling brown hair, it’s so soft compared to the rest of his muscled hard body.

  “You don’t need to claim what’s already yours,” I whisper, and he growls approvingly, kissing me all over again and squeezing my chest to a hardness that I find I really like.

  Quinn’s gentle with me, but he can sense when and where I want him to be firmer, harder on me. He seems to know exactly what makes me tick, it’s just incredible.

  “We can go back to your place?” I suggest, teasing his curls with my fingertips again after he’s satisfied himself by acquainting himself with the girls all over again.

  He looks away, almost embarrassed and I feel a ripple of panic flash across my belly.

  I knew it… here it comes.

  He’s fuckin’ married, or worse. What could be worse?

  I see his look go from serious to smiling as he notices my panic.

  “It’s nothing, Chelle. I just have a really messy house right now, and my truck… Ha! I work like sixteen hours a day… my place isn’t exactly-”

  “I’m happy wherever we are,” I tell him honestly, but I do feel kind of weird about doing what we’ve even done so far at my old school. It would be nice to take it someplace nice.

  “Hotel,” we both say at the exact same moment, realizing it’s the obvious solution to our present problem, which as far as I’m concerned, isn’t really a problem at all.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Q uinn

  “What are you doing?” Chelle asks me.

  I’ve gotten up, straightened my clothes and taken my phone out.

  “I have to call someone else to come in, it's a light duty job but I’m technically still the security here tonight, as well as an ex-teacher even though it’s on the house, unofficial.” I tell her, hearing how silly I sound when I say it out loud.

  The only thing I’ve secured is Chelle and me, and to be honest, that’s all I care about from now on. The other guys from the company I run can deal with the rest of tonight, and a few other jobs from here on I reckon.


  I call Brad, he’s always eager to do me a solid if I need it, and he readily agrees to come on down, keep an eye on things and lock up. I’m glad he wasn’t here for the Cindy episode, he’s a sucker for that sort of thing, which I most definitely am not.

  “We’ll have to wait until he gets here,” I tell Chelle, sensing she’s looking uneasy again.

  “Everything alright,” I start to say, then shake my head.

  “No. Fuck this, I’m not gonna ask you every five seconds if you’re alright, Chelle. I’m feeling what’s between us and I’m taking us someplace nice to make you mine. If that means balling you until sun up, great, or if it means spooning you while we watch reruns and eat rocky road ice-cream for the next two days I don’t care.”

  I feel my chest heaving once I’m done. I don’t mind if she wants to wait, but I need her to know that all her problems, past, present and future end here. Tonight.

  “You’re mine, now Chelle. Got it? And I’m yours. We’re a team.”

  And in the instant I look into her eyes again, I know what’s bothering her.

  The same thing that’s been eating me up at the back of my mind, even while I’ve been eating her up.

  Randy.

  Her dad. My oldest friend, my brother.

  Well. Foster brother. He was the only friend I had growing up in care as a kid myself. We had separate foster parents, but spent so much time at each other’s houses, it was the standard joke that we had two foster families each.

  I know how much Chelle means to Randy. I swore on my own life I’d look after her if anything ever happened, that was when she was a baby… all those years ago and we were really babies ourselves, just kids. It all feels so long ago but it’s still like yesterday.

  I know too how much Chelle loves her dad, he tells me every chance he gets, always boasting about his little girl and how he’s the luckiest foster dad alive, because he knows both sides of the life.

  “We’re not doing anything wrong,” I tell her. I pull her head to mine, resting our foreheads together as I stare into her eyes, knowing exactly what she’s thinking all of a sudden, knowing how much she doesn’t want to hurt her dad.

  “You’re a grown adult now. Twenty-one, right? And I’m… well. I’m a consenting adult, a man who knows what he wants, dammit!” I growl, registering the moment I’ll have to have it out with Randy.

  We both know he’s the only one who’ll have a problem with us, even though we’re not doing anything wrong, legally, biologically or otherwise.

  “It’s just confusing,” she says, her eyes getting glassy with tears.

  “I don’t feel bad with what we’re doing, I want this more than anything, please believe me on that point, Quinn. I want you so bad it hurts… But…”

  But.

  That word. I don’t want a bunch of but’s and what if’s to get in the way of our happiness and I don’t want to hurt Randy or Chelle either.

  It’s a catch-22 situation.

  “I’m gonna do whatever it takes to make you mine, Chelle. I swear it.”

  “I know you will,” she says, and she kisses me so gently, so tenderly I feel like my heart could break at just how much I want her, how much I wish I could show her right now. If that were even possible.

  “Can we just get out of here?” she asks, finally. And I agree eagerly.

  “I just have to wait for Brad, he’s not far away, plus I just have to let somebody know I’m going. Wilson will do. He should be giving his speech right about now, though.”

  I look at her, quizzing.

  “You sure you don’t want to stick around? There’s a slow dance at some point, I’m sure.”

  I’m not trying to be funny, but she pokes her tongue out at me and makes a sound, punching me in the ribs again, commenting how hard I always am.

  “Don’t you ever get soft?” she teases me.

  “Not around you,” tell her truthfully.

  “Well we have some time then, shall we wait out front or in here,” she asks me.

  “Out front is best, if I stay in here one more second with you I won’t be able to control myself,” I eye her all over again with satisfaction, watching her head bob in time with her hair. In time with the pulsing inside my jeans, in time with the thunder in my heart that’s powering it.

  We make our way back to the registration desk and I manage to catch Wilson’s attention as he comes out of the men’s room, on his way to give his speech.

  “Something’s come up,” I tell him factually, “one of my other men, Brad will be here momentarily… I’m sorry I couldn’t stay but duty calls.” I lie.

  I’d eat broken glass right now to get out of here with Chelle over my shoulder, but on my arm will have to do.

  Wilson’s disappointed I can’t stay, but he’s so wrapped up in his speech it’s a reasonably smooth exit for us once Brad arrives.

  I go over the details with him and leave him to do what he does best, his job.

  “Ah. Shoot!” Chelle says halfway to my truck. “I forgot my purse, it’s still in my car.”

  “Maybe we can take your car?” I suggest, holding her close to me as we make our way to the parking lot.

  One look at the white pillbox she calls a car and she looks back at me, up and down.

  “I don’t think you’ll fit,” she says, smiling, “I’ll just get my bag,” and I glance around, making sure nobody else has the perfect view I do as she bends over inside the car, over the front seat.

  I take a few steps closer, positioning myself right behind that glorious ass, and grip her firmly by the hips, pulling her back onto my hardness.

  Fuck these hips… this ass… I’m in heaven…

  Her gasping moan, plus the heat I feel from her instantly is almost too much to bear and I consider taking her right there and then, out in the open but I remember our discussion and growling some more, I let her get up out of her car.

  “Can you see what you do to me, Chelle? I’m so fucking hard for you, I must have you,” I tell her, gripping her by the arms and kissing her hard on the mouth again. The open air, the silence of the parking lot, anywhere and anything with her in it just turns me into a wild animal.

  “Then take me someplace Quinn,” she whimpers, and I again notice her trembling.

  Trembling in the best way.

  Wanting to be taken more than just someplace.

  Taken by me, claimed as my very own.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Chelle

  Do I feel bad for ditching all those people who hardly remember me from the reunion?

  Hell no.

  Most of them were nice, but I never had any real friends at school, college or any place for that matter. I remember Quinn, when he was my teacher but even though I had a crush I had no idea what other feelings, what other needs were attached to something like that once we get older.

  The fact he’s not only interested, but practically commanding me to be his is like the ultimate fantasy come true for me.

  Definitely glad I came to the reunion, but not bothered we didn’t stay.

  “I’ve got it,” he says, almost to himself, nodding while eyeing me up and down again before checking the car’s locked and I have everything I need. I’ve grabbed my overnight bag, a staple in my car.

  Bring a nurse, it’s a ‘you just never know’ situation when it comes to shifts and days on call. Fortunately I have some rostered time off, but I always carry a spare change of everything.

  Quinn’s impressed at my preparedness and he tells me so. “Why nursing?” he asks as we make our way to his truck, which I can just tell will be the biggest one in the lot, and it is.

  “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with nursing… far from it, I just thought…”

  “I know,” I hear myself groan, “I had the numbers for college, to do medicine, but…” and I trail off again at the memory of all the not so nice people in the world.

  “But what?” Quinn presses me, stopping and turning me to face him, brushing some st
ray hair back from my face again.

  “It was just too hard…” I stammer and fighting back some fresh tears at all the raw memories from college now. I just want us to go someplace far away from schools, from hospitals and most of all, from other people.

  “Let’s just go, Quinn. Just us, okay?” I ask him, almost pleading.

  He gives a firm nod and leads me by the hand to his truck, which is more the size of a boat, taking up two spaces and having its own steps to climb aboard.

  He unlocks it and helps me up, settling me in first before going around to the driver’s side and hoisting himself in, making the cab seem the size of my hatchback once he’s in it.

  I only notice how huge he is when he’s either close to me, or in something or next to something that gives a true sense of his scale compared to the rest of the world he moves in.

  I sigh dreamily, almost too loud which makes him look sideways at me.

  “We’ll go someplace nice,” he says, trying not to grin, “A client has this place… always bugging me to use it and he’s overseas for three months.”

  “I can’t wait,” I say excitedly, but I’d be happy anywhere with Quinn.

  Except my house, school, college or work…

  Once we get moving, the night lights bristling past us makes me forget everything. Quinn’s truck isn’t messy, there’s some papers here and there, a coffee mug in the console. Apart from that it looks brand new.

  “It’s messy,” he growls to himself, and I can see his jaw flexing as he reads my mind some more.

  “I just wanted things to be perfect where you’re concerned, that’s all,” he says, relaxing some as I put my hand on his thigh, making him open his legs a little and giving me a much better view of just one of my favorite parts of him.

  “It is perfect.” I remind him, and we drive in silence for a time, enjoying just being close to each other, without the need to even speak and not feel awkward about it.

  I can tell Quinn wants wherever we’re going to be special, so I don’t ask about that. Checking my phone out of habit, I see a series of missed calls and texts from my dad, drawing a small groan from me.