“Good boy,” she murmured as she wrapped the silk around his wrists.
She’d never claimed to be a Girl Scout, so the knot was probably an abysmal attempt, but it would have to do. She lifted his arms up and secured him to the headboard, straddling his hips as she worked.
“Jesus, Quinn.” He arched against her, the hard length of him digging into her inner thigh. “You’re so damn sexy.”
“And you moan a lot when you’re turned on.” She put the finishing touch on her amateur bondage attempt and kissed him so hard his head pressed back against the bed frame. “I like it.”
“And I like you.” His eyes blazed for a moment before he squeezed them shut again when she wrapped her fingers around him. “Christ, I love that.”
Hardness melded with softness as she stroked him, pumping her fist up and down. She twisted her hand with each stroke as he gasped and jerked his hips up to match her rhythm. Her other hand cupped his balls, kneading them and tugging them.
“Maybe we should have put some rules in place—” His words dissolved into a moan. “Rule number one, you can’t make me come in the first five seconds.”
“Negotiation time is over.” She leaned forward, boldly whispering in his ear as she continued to pleasure him. “If I want you to come now, you’ll come now.”
Oh, my God! Who the hell was she?
11
AIDEN’S GAMBLE HAD most definitely paid off. Quinn straddled him, still fully clothed save for her feet, and she was a whole new person. A sexy, take-no-prisoners person. One who was going to give him the quickest orgasm of his life if he didn’t do something about it right this second.
“We’ve got all night. There’s no need to rush.” His body had to work overtime to push enough blood to his head so he could form a sentence. No easy feat when she was working her magic hands up and down him.
“So stop me,” she challenged him. “Untie your hands and make me.”
For a moment he wanted to. He could easily wriggle loose of the poorly tied knot. But that wasn’t the point. He’d given her the power, and taking it away now would undermine what he wanted to achieve. Instead he clenched his jaw and fought the rising tide of pleasure lapping at him, pulling him closer to release.
“That’s what I thought.” Her smug grin was reward enough for him, but then she shuffled farther down and dipped her head between his legs.
“Uhhhh!” His body jerked hard when she wrapped her lips around the aching head of his cock. “That’s not fair.”
An evil laugh reverberated against him as she sucked him, drawing her mouth up and down his length with deliberate slowness. The second she sucked hard on his head he thought it was all over. But she pulled back at the last second, releasing him. Leaving him panting and perfectly frustrated.
“Maybe I should be in charge more often?” Untangling her limbs from the duvet, she stood and peeled her sweater off to reveal a highlighter-yellow bra.
“You definitely should be in charge more often.”
The pink ends of her hair scattered around her shoulders, and she tugged out the little skull and crossbones clip by her ear. It pinged as it hit the nightstand. The dark eyeliner she’d worn that day had smudged, making her hazel eyes seem even bigger and brighter.
“Has anyone ever told you how goddamn sexy you are?” He rolled his shoulders as best he could with them tied above his head, fighting the urge to break free and grab her. Toss her onto the bed and worship her.
She swayed her hips as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra. “Just you.”
“Bullshit.”
Two perfect, pale breasts bobbed in front of his face as she ditched her bra. Her nipples were stiff and pink as roses. He ached to take one between his lips and roll his tongue over it.
She tossed aside her jeans and finally her panties, leaving her body bare for his eyes to feast on. Every part of her was beautiful, from her trim hips to her bony elbows, to the gentle curve of her calves and the sweet pinkness of her sex. He wanted it all.
“It’s not bullshit.” Her confidence faltered. “You’re the only guy who’s ever said it before.”
“Well, that is a crime.” How had anyone not appreciated how lucky he was to be with Quinn? Idiots. “Come here so I can make up for the stupidity of my gender.”
She crawled onto his lap, her small thighs barely holding him down as he pushed against her. The tip of his cock grazed her sex; she was so wet. So hot.
“Condom?” He muttered through clenched teeth.
Reaching over, she dug around in the drawer next to the bed for what felt like hours, eventually holding a foil packet up triumphantly. The sound of it ripping only heightened his excitement, and when she placed it at the tip of him, rolling it down slowly, he thought he might burst.
“Are you ready?” she asked, her lips pressing against his, her tongue gently sliding into his mouth.
“If I was any more ready it’d be over.”
Pressing her hands into the center of his chest, she lifted her hips up and positioned him at her sex. His body screamed out for her, the chant of yes, yes, yes thundering in time with his pulse. The moment she slid down onto him the world shifted. Heat enveloped him like a tight fist, her muscles clenching and sucking him in deep.
“Aiden,” she sighed, her head rolling back as she gripped the headboard and circled her hips. “You feel so good inside me.”
What was sexier? The way her eyelids fluttered as she rocked up and down on his cock or the breathy, gravelly way she spoke to him? He had no idea.
“How good?”
Those dark smudgy eyes opened and a wicked smile curved on her lips. “Next time we do this, I’m going to gag you.”
“Next time?” Lord, he never assumed he’d be that lucky.
She rocked her hips, her tiny breasts bouncing in front of his face. Straining against the silk, he rose up and caught one with his mouth. He rolled the hard nipple over his tongue and suckled. Her skin was creamy, soft. Sweet. Like silky ice cream.
“I’m so close,” she gasped, the words tumbling out in garbled pleasure. “Aiden, I’m... I’m...”
She shifted, changing the angle so she could brush her clit against his pubic bone with each stroke. Perspiration glowed on her skin, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He blanked out everything but them and the amazing sensation of her riding him.
“I want to feel you, Quinn. I want to feel you come.”
Her beautiful face scrunched up and she dipped a hand between her legs. As her fingers circled her sweet spot, spasms ran through her to him.
A high-pitched cry hit the air and she gasped his name, sending him over the edge. His thighs shook and his blood roared in his ears. Nothing had ever felt like that before. Nothing.
* * *
QUINN HAD NO idea how long she’d been slumped against Aiden’s chest. Eventually he shifted, trying to stretch his muscles, and she realized he was still tied up.
“Want me to get that?” Her hands skated over his shoulders as she planted a kiss on his forehead.
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
Would pulling the silk from his wrists send her back into a spiral of fear and doubt? She toyed with the knot, biting down on the inside of her cheek. Moments ago she’d felt as powerful as a god, commanding their pleasure as though she’d never mistrusted the opposite sex.
As for Aiden...well, no one she’d ever been with came close to him. In any aspect.
“There you go.” She pulled the silk tie through the ornate design on the headboard. He reached around her back, stroking the length of her spine as he held her close.
“That was incredible.” His hot breath fanned her neck as he nibbled there. “You’re incredible. You need to be in charge of all of the things.”
She laughed. “I’m glad you have so much faith in me.”
“I do.”
Light danced in his eyes, his irises as blue as the sky on a calm summer day. Warm, inviting. Peaceful.
She waited for the nerves to come, for the thumping of her heartbeat or the twitch in her fingers. But her body felt like liquid pleasure, high on endorphins. Comfortable.
Safe.
As if sensing her confusion, he brushed the hair from her face and cupped her head. “All good?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Let me freshen up, okay?” He set her down on the bed and disappeared into her bathroom.
What would happen now? Would he leave? He had said something about being up all night.
Leaning over the edge of the bed, she reached around for something to wear and spotted his T-shirt. She lifted it up to her face and inhaled the scent of him—a hint of cologne, not too much, not too little. And something earthy, masculine.
Slipping the shirt over her head, she pushed up from the bed and grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from her drawer.
“Looks good on you,” he said as he walked across her apartment, totally naked. “But what am I going to wear?”
“The birthday suit fits you pretty well.”
He reached out to her and she stepped into his arms, but instead of hugging her he picked her up and carried her to the couch.
“Hey! What the hell?”
“It’s game time.” He set her down and retrieved his underwear. “We need to settle this once and for all.”
“What?”
“‘Mario Kart.’ I’m going to whip your ass so you’ll stop holding it over me.”
A happy bubble formed inside her chest. “The hell you are. Prepare to eat shell!”
“Oh, it’s on.” A wide grin split across his face as he winked. “You’re going down, Princess Peach.”
“Screw that. I’m Yoshi or we’re not playing.”
A few hours later—and after kicking his ass enough times that he couldn’t call it a fluke—Quinn set her Nintendo controller onto the couch beside her, triumphant. Never before had she felt so comfortable with a guy, so at ease. Sitting there in his T-shirt, inhaling his scent and absorbing the warmth of his thigh pressed against hers, she was unafraid.
“I admit defeat.” He laughed and ditched his controller onto the floor before grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into his lap.
“I told you so.” Her arms wound around him and she shrieked when he nuzzled her neck with his rough, stubbled chin.
“Yes, I bow to the ‘Mario Kart’ master.” His nuzzling turned into something hotter as his tongue swiped her skin, his lips sucking at her. “Ready to claim your prize?”
“And what prize is that?”
“Me, kneeling at your feet in the shower.” His hand slipped under the T-shirt and smoothed over her rib cage.
A sharp flare of pleasure ran through her when he tweaked her nipple and she gasped. “Do I get to tie you up again?”
“I’m going to use my hands this time.” Standing, he picked her up easily and her thighs squeezed against his waist, her feet locking behind his lower back.
Her hand brushed over the light switch as they entered her tiny bathroom. There was barely enough space for both of them to stand, so he sat her down on the sink while he got the water running in the shower. He moved about the space as though he’d been there a thousand times before, and he looked as if he belonged. With her.
Don’t tell me one orgasm and a “Mario Kart” win is enough to make you want to do the relationship thing?
Aiden’s laugh brought her back into the present. “I dig the T-Rex shower curtain.”
“That was a gift from Alana.” The white shower curtain had a large decal of a black T-Rex wearing a floral shower cap and holding a scrubbing brush. “Part of my housewarming present. She couldn’t stand the thought of me using the old one my mother had given me.”
“She looks out for you, doesn’t she?” Steam billowed out from the shower, and he held his arm under the spray to test the temperature.
“Yeah. We’re a good team. She’s one of the only people I trust in the whole world.”
“Why’s that?”
She shrugged. “Alana’s never lied to me. Sometimes she’ll tell me the things I don’t want to hear, but I know everything out of her mouth is the truth, positive or not.”
In one step he closed the gap between them, nudging her legs apart, his mouth descending on hers. It took her by surprise that he could still be so hungry for her after what they’d done. But he was hard against her, rigid and ready.
“You’re insatiable,” she said between kisses.
“And you’re the best damn dessert a guy could ask for.” He helped her down from the sink and steered her toward the shower. “Now it’s prize time.”
A shudder racked her body, the promise of him on his knees before her more than enough to start up a deep, cavernous ache in her sex. She wasn’t done with him, not yet.
Warm water hit her skin as she stepped into the tub, the steam fogging up the air around them. But Aiden knew exactly what he was doing. He turned her around so she faced the tile, and a moment later something cool hit her shoulder. The scent of strawberries filled the air, and he used her shower puff to massage her back, working the liquid soap into her skin in sweeping circles.
“Now this is a good prize,” she said, sighing and rolling her head.
“Just you wait.” He moved the puff around her body, circling her butt cheeks and massaging the delicate skin of her inner thighs.
He covered every inch of her, reaching around to work up a lather over her breasts and stomach. Meanwhile he pressed against her from behind, the hard ridge of his cock fitting against her ass. After they’d rinsed the soap away, he turned her around and pressed her up against the wall. The shocking contrast of cool tiles against her back and warm water against her front made her jolt.
But the second he was on his knees there was nothing else. Hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, he opened her. She braced her hands against the tile but there was nothing to grip onto. Nothing to keep her safe.
“Hang on to me. I don’t want you to fall.” He pulled her hand to his head and she threaded her fingers through his lush curls, tugging involuntarily when he pressed his mouth against her sex.
Hesitation was not in his vocabulary. Rubbing her lips with his thumbs, he parted them and ran his tongue up the seam of her. It was all she could do to stay upright.
“You taste so sweet.” His voice was almost drowned by the rush of water from the shower head and the drumming of her heartbeat in her ears. “I could do this for hours.”
“I’m not going to last for hours. I—” A gasp wrenched from deep inside her cut off the words as he drew her clit between his lips.
He knew exactly what pressure she needed, not too much and not too little. He was the goddamn Goldilocks of giving head.
“Yes, Quinn?” Raising his eyes to look at her for a moment, he grinned. Clearly, he was enjoying having her at his mercy, even though he was the one on his knees.
“Back to work.” She pushed his head down again, and his laugh reverberated against her thigh.
His hand bit into her ass as he held her against his face, the other teased her entrance. He promised pleasure but held back as he let his tongue do the work, drawing out her anticipation. Her muscles clenched as if trying to draw him in. When he finally pressed a finger inside her, it was all over. Wave after wave of release shuddered through her body, knocking her knees out from under her.
The taps squeaked as he shut the water off, still holding her upright with his other hand. Cool air hit her wet skin, and he wrapped a towel around her shoulders, tucking her under his arm.
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��I’m not even going to ask how you got so good at that,” she mumbled, her head still deliciously foggy.
“It’s all about reading people. Sex is no different than having a conversation. I watch your body language so I can figure out what you like and what you don’t like.” His large hands rubbed circles over her back and arms, drying her off and returning the blood back into the rest of her body.
“And what do you think I like?”
“Me,” he said with a cheeky grin. “My tongue, my fingers, my...”
Emboldened, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “This, too.”
“And I like seeing you so confident.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s damn sexy.”
* * *
BY THE TIME they’d made it back to the bed, Quinn had taken her newfound self-assurance and run with it. He’d lost himself in her again and again until the little clock on her bedside table flashed an obscene hour at them.
She lay curled up in his arms in the dark room, the glow of the streetlights filtering in through the cheap slatted blinds. Her head rested on his chest while she traced small circles around his nipple with one fingertip. Pink hair spilled across his stomach and he twirled it around his pointer finger.
“Thanks for giving me a chance to take over,” she said. Her voice was small. Shy. As though they hadn’t just been having the most passionate sex of his life.
“No thanks needed.”
“I’m glad we met that night...despite the bumpy start.”
“Me, too.
Her lashes brushed his chest as she blinked. “I know my fixation with honesty might seem strange but...it’s important to me. I haven’t been in a relationship for a long time because I find it hard to trust people.” Each word sounded as though it had been forced out, as if she wanted to tell him but her body was resisting.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Quinn.”
“I want to. I want you to understand why I am the way I am.” She shifted onto her stomach so she could look him in the eye. “I trusted a guy once. I thought he loved me.”
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