She crouched alongside Simon and shot Quinn a naughty smile as she grasped the other man’s erection, and held onto his gaze as she coiled her tongue through the moisture at that smooth tip.
Unlike Quinn, who put as much into getting sucked as he did sucking, Simon merely lay back and let her work on him. Where Quinn would have tucked his hand between her legs and used his fingers on her, Simon only placed his hand on her calf. He was quiet. He didn’t moan and didn’t urge her on. Only his fingers pressing into the muscle and the throbbing against her palm told her that she was doing right by him.
And she could see the effect she was having on Quinn. It was clear that he was trying to exercise restraint. At first she thought that perhaps he was using his hand as a substitute for her mouth by jerking with firm strokes as she did the same to Simon, but then he released his cock and she knew he wasn’t trying to coordinate with Molly and her client. She’d seen him do it so many times: he was simply keeping himself ready to go, and she knew from experience that he had endless patience.
He might not have heard Simon’s words to her, but he knew what was coming.
Unable to keep eye contact with him as she took all of Simon into her mouth, Molly closed her eyes.
This loosened Simon’s tongue. He moaned, not a long-drawn-out moan that turned into some filthy command, like she’d grown accustomed to from Quinn, but a rasping sound that ran its course and stopped. As she puckered her mouth around the shaft and sucked hard as she withdrew, another followed, then gave way to hard sounds that exploded all around her. She put all of herself into her task, impatient and hungry for the next adventure of the evening.
It didn’t take long. Just as Simon curled his hand around her ankle and began to lift his hips in tune with her greedy mouth, she caught movement.
The bed bounced as Quinn took his place at the foot. She hadn’t noticed him getting up to collect the condom he had rolled down his dick. Keeping her grip on Simon above the balls, Molly lifted her head to look up at Quinn.
He pushed her hair away from her neck and onto one shoulder, then grasped his cock. ‘Keep going until he comes in your mouth.’
This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted Quinn behind her, pushing into her and commanding her pace, but she did what he asked and closed her lips around Simon’s cock once more.
Frustration stole her ambition and she couldn’t capture the momentum she’d had only moments ago, not until Quinn placed his hand on the top of her head and gave her a little push.
It was all she needed. She rose on her knees and pressed her hands flat on the mattress, exploiting its buoyancy so as to turn getting Simon off into an aerobic exercise, while Quinn kept stroking himself just in front of her, a beautiful blur spurring her on with his other hand still upon her.
In moments Simon went from passive to aggressive. He lifted his hips to meet her as Quinn pushed her down, but he endured as Molly started to falter again.
She began to wish that Quinn had stayed in the shadows and let her finish Simon off. His closeness had been a drug that hit hard and then left her starving for a more intense hit. Just as she began to lose her rhythm once more, Quinn closed his fingers in her hair and pulled her up.
‘I can’t take watching you suffer any longer,’ Quinn said with a laugh and dragged her body in front of his, right where she wanted to be. He quickly went balls deep and gripped her hips. Hands planted on either side of Simon’s thighs, Molly bowed low and matched Quinn’s insistent thrusts with every bob of her head. Simon gripped the bottom of the headboard and rocked up to meet her.
For Molly, nothing existed beyond the edge of that bed. This wasn’t her first threesome, but this was far more explosive than her previous experiences. This was a perfect storm of sexual energy and taboo that thundered and flashed all around them.
In the corner of her mind, she hazily recalled Quinn’s story about the last time he and Simon had shared a woman. She’d thought about that so often it had become a fantasy, and now she was as close to living it as she’d ever be.
Simon’s ass rose off the bed and his cock pushed into her throat as, behind her, Quinn mirrored the movement by pegging her. The tension of his fingers pushing into her hips told her that this was merely a reprieve. Simon’s release gushed hot and sticky against the roof of her mouth as she remained Quinn’s captive.
As she watched the tension ooze from Simon’s arms, Molly felt a swell behind her. Quinn clamped down and pushed forward, bullying her along Simon’s body. She imagined the surprise on Simon’s face mirrored hers, but vanished as he looked past her. The disorientation left his eyes and with a groan he pushed up.
With a hand making a knot in her hair, Quinn dragged her up until she straddled the man beneath her.
‘This isn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it’ll work,’ Simon quipped, and reached between them.
Oh, this is going to be good.
It was a thought she might have spoken aloud. If she did, she was doubly ignored. Simon’s fingers went to work on her clit, and she grasped his shoulders as Quinn began to move.
What with the dual friction against her G-spot and clit, she didn’t stand a chance of maintaining control over herself or the situation. Quinn had taken it, and Simon had hopped on for the ride. They’d transformed her into a shaking, gurgling, gasping thing made of churning liquid lust. Pushing on the bed and Simon’s shoulders, she jutted back and forth to meet fingers sliding between her drenched pussy lips and the cock that stretched her.
Just as she lost the ability to see straight or take a deep breath, Molly dropped one hand from Simon’s shoulder and squeezed Quinn’s wrist. She’d simply needed the extra mooring as another man’s fingers got her off, but Quinn took this as a white flag. He fucked her straight into Simon, bullying them both back onto the bed.
Her body gave out on her in a wildfire. She pressed her face against Simon’s damp shoulder and sobbed as Quinn slammed against her, belly slapping against her ass, delivering a beautiful sting that penetrated the pleasure flooding her and turned it to ecstasy.
Left utterly wrecked, Molly gave all her weight to Simon. He didn’t try to comfort her: that was left to Quinn, who stroked her damp back as he softened inside her. He gave a long heave and pulled out, then dragged her up against him. He cradled her head against his chest and rested his hand on her neck. It was such a possessive move to put her on display that it took Molly’s breath away.
I let you come in her mouth, but look at what I did to my girl. For free.
Simon tucked his hands behind his head and grinned up, looking past Molly to Quinn.
‘How much for the rest of the night?’ he asked with a little challenge in his tone.
Quinn pressed his cheek to Molly’s and chuckled. ‘Sorry, my friend, but your time is up.’
‘I paid for two hours.’
‘Of her time. Once you told her you wanted me to fuck her, we went on my clock. My time is more valuable than hers and yours put together, remember.’
With a relenting groan, Simon shook his head. ‘You always have to be such a prick, Quinn.’
This roused Molly from her dreamlike state of mind and body. She rattled with laughter, settling back against Quinn as he wrapped his arms around her.
‘Maybe next time you’re in town,’ she assured him, though the tightening of Quinn’s embrace contradicted her.
Simon obviously caught it, too, or maybe something on Quinn’s face that Molly couldn’t see. He sighed and closed his eyes.
‘Maybe,’ he said, but the resignation in his tone said otherwise. ‘Money’s on the kitchen counter, by the way.’
With his dismissive words, and with Quinn’s hot kiss against her temple, the book closed on Molly’s foray into Quinn’s sordid world.
* * *
‘You all right?’ Quinn asked once they were en route to her house, waking her from the doze she’d fallen into.
She yawned into her hand and blinked away the accompanying tears. ‘I�
�m fine.’
‘You don’t look fine.’
Rolling her eyes at him, she reached for the hand that rested on the gearshift and pulled it against her. ‘I’m fine, but I’m a little shell-shocked. It’ll be a few days before it sets in that I just did what I did.’
‘Did you enjoy yourself?’
‘Every part of my body is screaming that I did.’ With a laugh she rested her head back against the seat. ‘Oh, man. I know I’ve done some freaky stuff before, but I’m still trying to get over the fact that I did it with a stranger. I mean, the last time, I was with people I was pretty tight with. This guy was a stranger. Do you think I was what he was hoping for?’
‘I think you exceeded his expectations. I think he’s kicking himself right now for not keeping you the rest of the night.’
He brought her hand close to him and wriggled his fingers until they laced with hers, and Molly studied him in the greenish glow of the dash console.
‘He wasn’t allowed to fuck me, was he?’
‘Hrmm?’
‘You were in charge. You say I was in charge, but you set rules beforehand, didn’t you? That’s why he kept looking at you before he acted.’
‘I did set some parameters, and some of them were a little selfish. He could use his hands and his mouth on you, but fucking was off limits.’
‘So you would have stopped me if I’d just climbed on top of him?’
‘No, but that’s when I would have joined in.’ He looked over at her and grinned. ‘Now you can call me alpha.’
Molly turned down the heat before it put her to sleep again. The adrenalin had dissipated and now there was nothing but the need to scrub off the waterproof mascara and crawl into his big bed with him.
‘Did you have a good time?’ she asked.
‘I always have a good time when I’m with you.’
‘You know what I mean. We’re not talking about an afternoon at the museum. I’m asking if it turned you on to watch me with Simon?’
He shook his head with a laugh. ‘I’m surprised you even have to ask me that question.’
‘Just because you got hard doesn’t mean you were having a good time.’
‘I –’ He stopped short and drew a deep breath, then nodded. ‘I did. I got off watching you push him around. That whole thing with you sitting on him while I ate your pussy? I don’t think I’m ever going to get over that. So yeah, by the time we were in the bedroom and you were watching me while he fingered you, I was having a hard time keeping up without coming all over myself. Hell, just talking about it now is getting me worked up.’
He let out another deep breath. He sounded oddly annoyed with himself, and, as much as Molly wanted to probe deeper, she held her tongue. She had a feeling that he was unsettled by how quickly they’d gone off the script in his head.
He’d got off with her, but he was wound up tighter than she’d ever seen him. In fact, she couldn’t recall another moment spent with him when he’d been agitated, save for the night she’d asked him to set this whole thing up.
For the rest of the drive neither said a word. Molly let him have his silence, but when they pulled into his parking garage she stopped him when he reached for the door.
‘Not yet.’
She took a quick look around the parking garage, then reached for his fly.
He threw up his hands. ‘Jesus, what are you up to?’
Delighted that she had taken him by surprise, Molly laughed as she unzipped him. ‘The night’s not over, Mr Pattengale, and I have to be honest with you: I really don’t think the oral portion of my performance was all that it could have been.’
‘Molly, we are three minutes away from the privacy of my apartment.’
‘Am I discovering that deep down you’re just a massive prude? All that talk about putting on a show in the vestibule was just a front?’ She split open the front of his jeans, then tugged the waist of his jockeys. ‘Push the seat back and give me some room.’
‘I’m not a prude, but there are probably cameras –’
‘There are definitely cameras, and the guard will probably know what we’re getting up to, but they won’t come down here.’
‘How do you know this?’
‘The guards at the hotels tell stories. As long as no one can see us, they’ll just sit back and enjoy the show.’
‘Christ almighty, I don’t know whether I’ve created the beast or just woken it up.’ He quickly released the seat and sent it shunting back, then shoved his jeans to his knees. ‘What happens if the guard does come down? You going to blow him too?’
‘He can’t afford me.’
Quinn’s laughter was short-lived once she got onto her knees and tucked her head in the gap between his belly and the steering wheel. He was soft as she took him into her mouth, but after a minute’s coaxing with tongue and fingers the blood started pumping and she got the full erection.
Her body buzzed with wanting more but it couldn’t take any more and she knew it, so she took her pleasure in giving it to him. She wanted to make it last, and so she settled into her kneeling pose and worshipped him patiently.
‘Molly, what are you doing to me?’ he asked in a dreamlike voice that told her it wasn’t a question at all but a contented musing. He sighed and shifted, and with a metallic sound the seat back reclined all the way back.
Though the gearshift kept her from moving much, the adjustment gave her more room. She conducted her own shift, elbows out as she took hold of him with both hands. A shiver ran through her as he slipped his fingers into her hair, but he didn’t try to direct her. He simply stroked back and forth across the back of her neck, uncharacteristically speechless.
As that hard, hot column began to twitch, Molly felt his residual anxiety finally leave his body. She wondered when was the last time he’d been in a position like this where all there was to do was lie back and enjoy. If they had been in bed, his hands would have been all over her and he would be running his mouth and spitting out one perverted urging after another.
With the throbs between her hands and her lips becoming more rapid, Molly shifted on her knees once more and tried to get him as deep as she could, but the angle wasn’t in her favour. Quinn didn’t seem to mind or even notice: his panting filled the car as she sucked him like a lollipop.
‘Oh, sweet Jesus, baby, you’ve got my insides all twisted up.’
As voiceless as he had been, Quinn managed to get his last word in after all in the frantic moment before he pushed up off the seat and spurted against the roof of her mouth.
She kept her grip on him as the energy seemed to pour out of him, until the torrent ceased and he began to soften, and then she rose up onto her knees and gripped the back of her seat as her body got used to being upright again.
Quinn had thrown his arm across his eyes, and when she giggled he peeked out at her.
‘That was a blue-ribbon blowjob, if I do say so myself,’ she teased as she dabbed the corner of her mouth, then gestured at his exposed lower half. ‘Not a drop spilled.’
‘Honey, you get the Stanley Cup of blowjobs.’
He rubbed thumb and forefinger across his lids, then shook his shoulders before tucking himself back in. Molly enjoyed watching him struggle to find the mechanism to bring the seat upright again. He moved like a drunk, and as he pressed his forehead to the top of the steering wheel she was pleased to see the stress he’d carried in his shoulders on the drive home had vanished.
‘What a night.’ He lifted his head and faced her. ‘You good?’
He wasn’t concerned about her emotional state; coupled with the look down her body, his question asked whether she needed him to reciprocate.
Even if she had been in need, she would have refused. He looked like he could fall asleep right where he was, and she felt no better than he looked.
‘Better than ever,’ she told him, then reached for her purse. ‘You need another minute?’
‘Another minute is too long to spend away from my bed.�
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As soon as she was out of the car she darted around to his side to make sure he didn’t fall flat on his face as he got out. He wobbled a little, but he stayed upright as he slung his arm over her shoulder and led her to the elevator.
As they waited, he rested his cheek against the top of her head. His heavy calm was catching, and as she leaned into his warmth her desire to wrap herself in sleep with him returned.
‘What an unbelievable night,’ he repeated, then chuckled. ‘Then again, what else was I expecting from your night?’
Chapter Eleven
‘I’m getting fat,’ Quinn said from his whale-like position on her sofa.
‘You have no one to blame but yourself, what with all the pudding you’ve eaten,’ Molly sniped at him, and jerked back as feline claws punctured the meaty part of her wrist. She scooted out from beneath the Christmas tree and glared back at the victorious-looking cat lodged in the rear branches. ‘You dirty little bastard! If you’re still in there when I take this down, I’m packing you up with it. You see? This is why I didn’t want to put up the tree.’
Quinn sat up with a grin. ‘This is my first real Christmas in twenty years, and you need to humour me.’
‘I humoured you when you got sneaky and took over my kitchen to indulge your inner Julia Child by making a butter-basted chicken. I humoured you when you brought the damn cat a sock filled with toys that turned him into a demon. I’m done humouring you. I’m ready to kick your ass out of my house.’
A giggle escaped on her last words, giving her threat no weight as she crashed onto the vacant end of the sectional. He gave her a nudge with his toe, and when she took the bait and started to wrestle him, he quickly dragged her down with him.
‘Come on,’ he said, laughing as much as she did as he tickled her. ‘Grab my love handles. Enjoy them. Love them before they become a spare tyre.’
Molly shrieked and jerked until he finally relented. Wedged between his body and the sofa back, she grasped for air and blinked through the tears her laughter had left on her lashes.
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