Strong, Silent Type_A Wild Ride story

by Lorelei James

  Libby gasped. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t. Come for me. Show me you can still come undone at my touch.”

  Powerful contractions pulsed beneath his finger and Libby threw her head back. Quinn latched onto the sweet spot at the nape of her neck and suckled strongly, gifting her with a mark.

  She bumped her pelvis in time to the throbbing pulses until they stopped. Then she sighed dreamily.

  He whispered fiercely, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that.”

  After a minute or so, she wiggled her butt. “Good thing, because I think we’re stuck together.”

  “Appears so.” Lightly, he said, “You mind bein’ stuck with me?”

  She didn’t respond right away.

  Quinn waited, even though it damn near killed him.

  Libby released another long sigh. “I’m finding the idea of being stuck with you more appealing than I imagined a day ago.”

  “I can work with that. Hang on.” He turned her and slipped his right arm behind her knees, cradling her to his chest as he lifted her into his arms.

  “Quinn! I’m too heavy for you to carry.”

  “No, you ain’t. Now hush up.”

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “To bed.”

  “Oh.”

  Sheer grit helped him scale the flight of stairs. He paused in front of their bedroom door.

  “With you carrying me, I feel like a bride again.”

  “I’m gonna treat you like a new bride. ’Cept better, ’cause this time around I’ll have the benefit of years of experience as a bridegroom.”

  “And what will you do with those years of experience?”

  “Use them to please my darlin’ wife.” Quinn adjusted his stance. “Once we cross this threshold, it’ll be like we’re startin’ over.”

  She wiped a bead of sweat from his temple. “Why, Quinn McKay. That was downright romantic.”

  “You sound surprised.”

  “I am.”

  He grinned. “I’m tryin’. So what say you, bride of mine? Shall we christen the marriage bed?” Then Quinn saw tears swimming in her pretty eyes. “Hey, now. None of that.”

  “I can’t help it. You’re so sweet.”

  “Sweet? Woman, it rips my guts out to see you cryin’.”

  “Even happy tears?”

  “Any kind of tears.”

  She kissed his Adam’s apple. “Then take me to bed and see if you can’t turn my tears into screams of pleasure.”

  “That, I can do.”

  Chapter Five

  The instant Quinn deposited her on the bed, Libby yawned. Lord. She’d been through the wringer the last few hours. Emotionally. Physically. Her body was relaxed from the massage, as well as sated from the hot, fast orgasm. The cool sheets against her heated skin induced a strong wave of sleepiness.

  “I saw that.”

  “Saw what?”

  “Your yawn.” Quinn propped a hip on the mattress next to hers. “Tired?”

  “Huh-uh.” She yawned again.

  He laughed softly. “Liar. Why don’t you take a little catnap?”

  Libby allowed a quick smile. “Don’t you mean a little mouse nap?”

  “Is that a complaint about our game of cat and mouse?”

  “God, no.”

  “Good. ’Cause that was the best time I’ve had in a long time.”

  “Me too.”

  They stared at each other in silence until Quinn tenderly swept a hank of hair from her forehead. He kept floating his knuckles up and down the side of her face.

  Such serious eyes. “What?” she asked softly.

  “Rest up. I ain’t nearly done with you. Not even close. Not by half.”

  “If that’s the case, maybe you oughta rest up too.”

  “You think I need a break so I can get it up later?”

  “Maybe.”

  He grunted.

  “Or maybe I just don’t want to nap alone.” Libby impishly nipped the inside of his wrist. “I miss how you used to hold me all night. Like you couldn’t bear to be away from me for a single second, even in sleep.”

  “Seems a long time ago, huh?”

  “A lifetime. Come to bed, Quinn. Remind us both of what we’ve been missing.”

  He stood and dove over her, almost bouncing her off the mattress.

  Libby shrieked, thrilled by his playful side.

  In one fell swoop, Quinn wrapped himself around her, tucking her head to his chest so their naked bodies were entwined. He pulled the quilt up and bussed her crown.

  The steady thump thump thump of his heart lulled her into a sense of peace.

  ***

  An insistent circle drawn around the tip of her nipple woke her. Warm, supple lips drifted over hers in a seductive tease, bestowing fleeting kisses, interspersed with firm-lipped nips.

  Libby opened her eyes. “That’s a nice way to wake up.”

  “And I’m just gettin’ started.” Quinn kissed the corners of her mouth and traced the seam with the point of his tongue.

  Libby parted her lips, an invitation for a more thorough kiss. He gently sank his teeth into her bottom lip and tugged. When a whimpering moan rumbled from her throat, Quinn didn’t just kiss her, he inhaled her. His hands were on her breasts, his cock was slapping her belly, his tongue was thrusting against hers in a full-body kiss.

  Then his mouth left a hot trail down her neck, straight to her cleavage. He glanced up at her from beneath lowered lashes. “I couldn’t wait ’til you woke up so I could get my mouth all over these, because damn, do I love your tits. I’m gonna take my time refreshing my memory of them.” He rubbed his face over the plumped mounds cupped in his hands. “It’s been so long, Lib. God, I miss this.”

  “Miss sex?”

  “Well, yeah, but I miss bein’ with you, nekkid or otherwise.”

  She understood his difficulty in admitting the tiniest show of need. Softly, she said, “I know,” and threaded her fingers through his silky hair.

  He bent his head and lapped at her left nipple. Never using his whole mouth, never sucking, just licking in a delicate manner. The pad of his thumb swept the lower swell of the other breast in an erotic arc. He switched to her right nipple and did the exact same thing. Slowly. Sensually. Systematically.

  No doubt, Quinn planned to torture her.

  He placed his mouth on the top of her breast and sucked. Hard.

  Libby gasped.

  Quinn only broke the tight suction to apply the same stinging bite to the other side. A dark gleam of satisfaction filled his eyes when he angled back to admire the love-bruises.

  That’s when the real assault began. Quinn suckled and nipped and licked, using his teeth, his fingers, his breath until she writhed in abandon. “Please.”

  He ignored her plea and flicked his tongue rapidly over the right nipple, blowing on the wet tip until it puckered into a tight point.

  Just when Libby couldn’t take any more, that wickedly talented mouth traveled south. He paused to trace the indentation of her navel. He scattered kisses from hipbone to hipbone, letting his soft hair tickle her belly.

  “Quinn.”

  “Right here.” He lifted his head. “Hand me a pillow so I can prop your hips higher.”

  “Why?”

  “I wanna see you. All of you.”

  It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her privates before. Yet her inborn sense of modesty caused her to waver.

  He nuzzled her mound. “Don’t you want me to eat my fill of your sweet pussy? You used to like it.” His tongue wiggled an inch or so down her cleft. “Or has it been so long you don’t remember?”

  “I remember. I just…”

  “Then grab a pillow. Now.”

  Another glimpse of that darker edge. She tossed him a pillow and raised her hips while he placed it under her butt.

  “Move your legs apart. I need room to work.”

  Libby hoped after he arranged her she’d feel less like she was gettin
g a pelvic exam and more like she was about to receive the most amazing oral sex of her life.

  “We seemed to have lost our momentum, darlin’ wife.” The bed jiggled as Quinn scooted down until his head disappeared between her legs.

  After one long, wet lash of his tongue, Libby said, “I definitely remember.”

  He chuckled against the tender flesh and the vibration sent her belly muscles rippling.

  With her hips propped up, Quinn’s hands were free to roam. He stroked the inside of her thighs while his tongue drew feather-light circles around her clit. Then he’d back off, his growling noises heightened her excitement as he lapped at the juices dampening her entrance.

  Quinn knew exactly how to make her body hum. So it surprised her when he asked, “Which feels better? This?” Using firmed lips, he opened and closed his mouth over her pussy lips and clit in little biting increments.

  “Oh, I like that.”

  “How about this?” His fingers pulled back the hood covering her clitoris and he randomly flicked just the very tip of his tongue over the hot spot.

  An electric tingle shot straight up her center. “Whoa. Where’d you learn that?”

  “Figured maybe it was time for this old dog to learn new tricks.” He paused. “If I did something you didn’t like, or if you wanted more of something you did like, you’d tell me, right?”

  Did he think his…technique was off? Lord. She’d never had any complaints about his oral talents. In fact, it’d always scared her that he instinctively could catapult her into pleasure in no time flat.

  Had Quinn suffered a crisis of faith in his skills as a lover? Was that somehow her fault?

  You’ve been so focused on the results of sex—creating a baby—you’ve forgotten the best part of sex is creating lifelong intimacy with the person you trust above all others.

  Libby gazed at him. When had their marriage become only about what she wanted and needed? What about Quinn’s wants and needs?

  “Lib? Darlin’, what’s wrong?”

  She swallowed the lump of guilt stuck in her throat. Quinn deserved better than the little he’d been getting from her. Sobering, to consider she had just as much changing to do as she’d expected from him—maybe more. Those changes wouldn’t happen overnight for either of them, but she’d do her part, starting right now.

  “Nothing is wrong.” Libby’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ve missed you. Being with you like this. Whenever you put your mouth on me I can’t think of anything else but how great you make me feel.”

  Quinn’s eyes shone with male pride. He slapped his palms on the inside of her thighs and his dark head descended.

  Libby held her breath. Every muscle in her body clenched in anticipation of the next swipe of his wet tongue.

  “Relax.”

  “I am.”

  “Wrong. I can feel the tension vibrating off you.”

  “It’s not tension, Quinn. It’s lust. I don’t need new tricks. I just need you.”

  An animalistic snarl was her only signal she’d pushed him to the brink.

  No gentleness, just hunger. His single-minded, unyielding pursuit of her pleasure sent her body into overdrive. Dizzy from the sensations bombarding her, Libby closed her eyes, lost in the burning brand of his skilled mouth, the sweet suction, the bruising grip of his fingers. With her every shallow breath, Quinn’s musky aroma filled her lungs.

  Two fingers slipped into her sheath, curling behind her pubic bone, and she bowed off the bed.

  He flickered his tongue over her clitoris in short, fast stabs as he rubbed her innermost tissues with his fingertips. Not in and out, but in the sweetest, erotic internal caress.

  Before she’d gotten used to the feeling of fullness from those clever, fondling fingers, her blood gathered in the hot spot beneath his dancing tongue. “Quinn?”

  “Tell me what’ll get you there.”

  “Suck harder.”

  He did.

  She clutched his hair. The orgasm flooded her, a throbbing, take-her-breath-away seizure of pulsing bliss. A drawn out, “Oh God,” escaped as she arched hard into him, thrashing against the sheets and rolling her hips into his face.

  He kept his mouth suctioned to her clit until the pulses slowed.

  She flopped into the mattress with a final groan. Her body twitched as he gently lapped the super-sensitized areas of her sex, and she swore she felt him grin against the crease of her thigh when she sighed again.

  Libby peeled her eyes open, pushing herself up on her elbows. “What other new tricks did you learn?”

  Quinn laughed and gave her one last deliberate lick. “Now where’s the fun in tellin’ you? I’d rather show you. Later. First,” he crawled up her body with an unholy gleam in his eyes, “you’re gonna return the favor.”

  ***

  Libby licked her lips and looked at his cock.

  “You can use that pretty little tongue on me later. I’ve got something else in mind right now. Something I’ve fantasized about doin’ for a long time. The old me was too polite to ask. The new me, well…he’s a bit more demandin’.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  He straddled her belly and slid his knees next to her armpits. “I wanna feel these tits cushioning my cock as I’m slidin’ it here.” The tip of his index finger drew a line from the hollow of her throat down through her cleavage.

  Libby wasn’t gawking at him as if he were the biggest pervert on the planet, but frown lines appeared between her eyebrows, which meant she was thinking hard.

  “Shocked?”

  “No, just wondering if you thought I was so prissy that I wouldn’t want to try it.”

  “Libby—”

  “You brought it up, so answer the damn question.”

  The old Quinn would’ve clammed up. The new Quinn got right in her face. “What would you have said, darlin’ wife, if I would’ve demanded to fuck these luscious tits? Not only that, I wanna come all over them. There’s something mighty appealin’ about seein’ my sperm dotted all over your pretty freckled skin.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “So, you didn’t ask me because you were waiting to fulfill that particular fantasy with another woman?”

  “Hell no.” Jesus. Was his even-keeled Libby acting all pissed off because he hadn’t asked her?

  “I’m your wife, Quinn. I’ve been your lover for fourteen years. Why couldn’t you ask me or tell me what you want from me in bed?”

  Frustrated, he snapped, “Because of the way I was raised. It ain’t exactly easy for me to look my wife in the eyes and demand the sexual stuff that’s out of the norm. Especially when we’ve been told that wantin’ that kind of kink is just plain wrong.”

  What he didn’t say—what he’d never say because it’d hurt her beyond repair—is in the last few years, when they were trying for a baby, the only place she wanted his sperm was in her baby channel. She’d stopped giving him handjobs or blowjobs, unless it led to him sticking his dick in her and filling her with his seed.

  Libby stared at him. A dozen different expressions crossed her face. None of them good.

  Ah crap. Sexual playtime was obviously over. His cock had gone soft. His hopes had gone south. He scooted back, but she clamped her fingers into the top of his thighs, keeping him in place.

  Quinn heard a muttered stupid tumbling from her pursed lips. “What?”

  “I said we’ve both been so stupid. Full of pride. Listening to other people’s viewpoints, and not deciding our own.” Her grip on his legs turned into a caress. “I’ve been so insistent on being a ‘proper’ wife to you that I’ve actually not been any kind of wife at all, least of all the kind of wife you need.”

  “Libby—”

  “Hear me out. And you’re so worried I’m gonna think you’re a pervert that you’re afraid to ask me to take a walk on the wild side of sex with you.” Her gaze roamed his face. “Is that true?”

  He nodded, half-worried, half-hopeful of where this conversation was headed.


  “I don’t want it to be like that between us any more. No more tiptoeing around what we want because it might be considered dirty. I want sex to be fun and raunchy and spontaneous like it’s been today.”

  “As long as we’re bein’ honest, I don’t always wanna be the one to get things goin’ in the bedroom. It’d be good if you touched me without me havin’ to ask.”

  Libby beamed a decidedly naughty smile. “Did you like me dragging you around the corner and demanding you get your rocks off on me?”

  “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

  “Then bring your cock closer so I can suck on it. Once that bad boy is hard, let’s see how it feels sliding between my tits.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I wanna fulfill your every fantasy, Quinn.”

  “Goddamn. Hearin’ nasty talk comin’ from that sweet mouth is a fuckin’ turn on, Lib.”

  She’d slid her hands up until they were curled around his ass. She urged him forward. “Gimme.”

  Quinn leaned until he could grip the brass rails of the headboard. He kept enough space so he could look down and watch the show.

  And what a show his sexy wife put on for him. His cock had already started to stir, but it was still soft enough she could get the whole thing in her mouth. The warmth and wetness of Libby’s mouth surrounding his dick…nothing like it in the world. Nothing. It was sheer heaven.

  Libby’s little humming noises sent chills up his shaft and vibrating through his body. After teasing him to distraction, she released his erection. “It’s been a long time since I did that.”

  “I missed it. You’re as good at it as you ever were.”

  “I could get used to this sweet-talkin’ side of you, darlin’ husband.” Libby stretched her arms above her head, fully aware he was watching how her breasts swayed with the sensual movement. “Now what? Do you wanna get right to it?”

  “Probably be a good idea to use some lube.” Quinn reached toward the nightstand drawer where they stashed the K-Y, and Libby nearly knocked him off the bed when she scrambled upright.