Cheat Codes (Dawson Family Series Book 1)

by Emily Goodwin

  He lets out a groan, standing there enjoying me jerk him off, and then grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his cock. He grits his teeth, bracing himself for the sudden stop of being pleasured, and brings my hand up over my head, and does the same with the other, holding them both with one hand, leaving his other free to continue touching me. Keeping both of my wrists locked in his grasp, he kisses me again and drops one hand down to my thighs.

  He urges my legs open, running his fingertips over the tender flesh inside my thigh. With slow, deliberate movements, he brings them up closer and closer. Inch by fucking inch. My pussy is screaming. Begging. Dying to be touched. He finds my clit and sweeps his fingers over it so lightly it’s the biggest tease, almost as if this is a game to him and he’s seeing how long I can hold out before I shove his boxers down, take hold of his cock, and push him inside me.

  If it is a game, I’m not going to win, because I can’t last much longer. And if it means that monster cock thrusts inside me, I’m okay with being the loser.

  “I want you,” I whisper, and those three words are all it takes for Archer to become the one unable to hold out. He brings his hand up, rubbing my clit. I press my back hard against the wall, needing the support.

  Fuck, he’s good with his hands. He slides a finger inside me, pressing against my G-spot and then going back to my clit. The back and forth winds me up, and it doesn’t take long before I’m riding on the edge of an orgasm.

  And he knows it. He fucking knows it and slows down, lightening his touch until I move my hips down, pressing myself against him. I’m right there, so close to coming. I need to come.

  “Are you getting greedy, Quinn?” he groans, voice deep and throaty in my ear.

  “Mhhh,” I moan, tipping my head up to his. Fighting against his grip, I try to free my arms. Archer’s fingers tighten around my wrist, pressing them harder into the wall. His lips meet mine again, but this time his kiss is slow and tender. He releases my wrists and brings his hand down to my shoulder, gently squeezing as he slides it to the back of my neck.

  Though I’m still desperate for him to throw me down and fuck me hard, I can’t ignore the tenderness in his touch. The way his kisses feel as natural as breathing. How well we meld together like we were made for this.

  “What do you want, Quinn?” he asks gruffly, sweeping his fingers over my most sensitive parts.

  “You.”

  “I know that.” He slowly slides a finger between my folds, spreading my wetness. “What do you want me to do to you?”

  “I want you to fuck me,” I pant, hands settling on his arms. It would be easy to feel shy and vulnerable right now, standing here completely naked while Archer still has most of his clothes on. I’m pinned between his body and the wall, dripping wet with his hand between my legs.

  But I don’t.

  I bite my lip, taking in a shaky breath, and slide one hand down his chest. My fingers dance over his cock, and I watch his eyes flutter as I circle the gleaming tip for a moment. Then I grab his wrist and push his hand away.

  “And if you won’t, I’ll have to finish myself.”

  Archer’s eyes widen and he looks down, lips parting as he watches me touch myself.

  “You got me so hot, Archer,” I moan. “I need to come.”

  “Holy shit, Quinn,” he breathes.

  “What?” I ask innocently. “Jealous?”

  “That is not what I am right now.”

  “Archer,” I start, rubbing my fingers over my clit. I let out a moan. “Take your shirt off.”

  Not taking his eyes off me, he starts to unbutton his shirt, giving up halfway through and rips it off. He pulls his white undershirt over his head, then dives forward, moving my arms so he can pick me up. I fasten my legs around him, holding onto his neck as he carries me into my bedroom.

  It’s dark in here, but enough light spills in from the living room to illuminate his handsome face. He lays me down, moving overtop. I bend my legs up, feeling his hardness press into me, and tug at the elastic in his boxers. Ignoring my attempts to strip him bare, Archer moves down and parts my legs.

  I gasp when his tongue lashes out against me. There’s no hesitation. No teasing with a light touch. Not this time.

  Archer slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up just a bit, bringing my pussy to his mouth. He’s not only good with his hands, but his tongue is magic as well. And right now, it’s flicking my clit with fury. I flatten my hands on the bed, only to grab the comforter and twist it in my grip.

  Setting me back down on the bed, Archer throws my legs over his shoulders. I cross my ankles and steal a look down, watching him eat me out. He flicks his eyes up at the same time, and being caught watching turns me on even more.

  He kisses and sucks between licking, and I’m right back to where I was not long ago. My muscles tighten and I twist the blankets tighter in my hand. Archer slides one finger into my pussy, going right for my G-spot again. He lightly presses against it, and that’s all it takes for me to come.

  The orgasm hits me hard, rolling through me and making every nerve in my body come alive. I cry out, moaning loudly. Archer doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop. He keeps his mouth on me, feeling my pussy spasm around his finger. It’s almost too much and I squirm against him, pushing him away.

  Ignoring me, Archer keeps finger fucking me as he works his tongue, and another orgasm hits me as soon as the other ends. They blend together, and my ears ring and my heart beats so fast I think it might explode. No one has ever made me come like this. Hell, no one has even come close. The things Archer’s doing to me…the way he knows exactly where to touch me to bring me the most pleasure possible…it’s like he has an advanced degree in my body, knowing me better than I know myself.

  I’m writhing with an overload of pleasure, heart racing and chest rapidly rising and falling as I try to catch my breath. Archer gently pulls away, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “Breathe, Quinn,” he whispers and lies next to me, wrapping his arms around my body. Unable to speak, I just nod and wait for the feeling to come back to my fingers before rolling over and cupping his face.

  “Okay,” I pant. “You can leave now.”

  “Funny.”

  “I’m serious. You have to get up early.”

  His hand lands on my stomach, fingers inching down to my core. “Are you sure you want me to leave?”

  “Fuck no.” I grab his arms and tug him onto me, spreading my legs. Still breathing hard, I push his boxers down and wrap my hand around his large cock. Archer sits up a bit, removing his boxers, and I push myself up on my elbows, wanting to take a look at the dick that’s about to destroy me.

  “Good Lord,” I whisper, not meaning to say it out loud. I’m not one to describe a penis as beautiful, but that thing is pretty. Pretty, and big. I bring my hand up to my chest and lick my lips. Archer smirks and moves back on me, falling between my legs. The tip of his cock rubs against me, and I shudder in pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, rubbing his cock against me again.

  “I’m wet because you made me.” I buck my hips and Archer lets out a breath.

  “I don’t think I can hold out much longer,” he admits, burying his face in my neck. “I’m going to fuck you now, Quinn,” he tells me, but it’s more like a warning for what’s to come.

  I bend my legs up and widen my thighs. Archer reaches down, taking hold of his massive cock, lining it up with my core. He brings his head down, lips pressing against mine, and slowly enters me.

  I’m not sure all of him will fit inside me. I’ve never been with a man this large, and never one this skilled. Dragging my nails down his back, I grab his ass. He lowers himself onto his elbows, squishing my breasts against his chest. He thrusts in and out, cock rubbing against my inner walls. His pace is slow, and I think it’s for his benefit as much as mine.

  He doesn’t want to come yet.

  I’m still reeling from the double orgasm he gave me.
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  We both want this to last. I bring one hand to his face, tipping it toward me so I can kiss him. He fucks me slow as we make-out until my breathing quickens, and I turn my head to the side, mouth falling open as another climax starts to slowly build.

  Archer drops his head down, groaning. He’s close to coming too. I angle my hips up, and the tip of his cock hits my G-spot again. And again. I slide my hands over his back, skin hot and sweaty, and bring one leg up, hooking it around him.

  Suddenly, Archer sits up, moving to his knees. He grabs my leg and holds it up in the air, pounding his cock into me. He rubs my clit with his other hand. His eyes fall shut and he slows down, and I know he’s doing everything he can to keep from coming until I do again.

  Reaching down, I put my hand over his, feeling him touch me. My pussy contracts and a moan escapes my lips. No sooner, Archer pitches forward, cock pulsing as he comes. He lets go of my leg and moves back on top of me, cock still buried deep inside. My inner walls spasm around him, and I bring my arms up, hands landing on either side of his face.

  We’re both panting. Both unable to move or form a coherent sentence. He rests his forehead against mine, and we stay like that for a while. Then he slowly pulls out and lies by my side, snaking his arm around my waist and curling his body around mine. I roll toward him, not caring about the mess left on the bed, and snuggle in closer.

  Archer presses his lips to my forehead, and reaches down, grabbing the pink fuzzy blanket I have folded at the foot of my bed. He covers us up, wraps his arms tightly around me, and I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

  13

  Archer

  I pull Quinn closer, pressing my lips against the side of her neck. I’m half asleep and fighting it. As much as I need sleep, I want to soak up every minute of this as I can. Who knows what the morning will bring. Or even the moment we get out of bed.

  I kissed Quinn.

  Felt Quinn.

  Touched every inch of her. Fucked her. Finally. After years of wanting and waiting for the time to come, it did. I think back to Sam and what he said about idealizing sleeping with Quinn. How there’s no way the real thing could be as good as what I’ve imagined in my mind.

  He had a good point. Often, when you want something so bad and it’s so out of reach, you romanticize it, make it seem better than it ever can be. I thought that was the case with Quinn.

  But it couldn’t be further from the truth.

  There’s no fucking her out of my system. There’s no spending one night with her and being able to move on with my life. In fact, it’s only making me want her more, because everything was better than I could have imagined. Physically, I’ve never had more satisfying sex in my life. I’ve never come so hard, never felt an orgasm so deep through every part of me.

  I used to think it was lame when I’d hear someone say there’s a difference between fucking and making love. It’s all the same in a sense, right? I would have sworn that to be true until a few minutes ago.

  I fucked Quinn good. She’ll feel it in the morning. Thinking about my cock in her tight, wet pussy arouses me. We definitely fucked hard.

  But there was something more to it. I can’t quite place it, yet at the same time, I’m terrified it’ll slip away. We connected on a different level, and that’s how I know there’s a transcendental difference between the two.

  Quinn rolls over, sliding her hand across my chest. She wiggles closer and rests her head on my shoulder. I brush her hair out of her face and pull the blanket up, keeping us covered.

  Running my hand up and down her arm, I suddenly feel anxious. I haven’t been in a relationship in a while, though ever since I met Quinn all those years ago, I’ve had a hard time committing to anyone.

  It wasn’t her, and I was painfully aware of it every single day.

  I’ve had my share of casual sex, and while leaving after has been awkward a time or two, it’s never been like this. There’s more on the line than being embarrassed or doing the walk of shame.

  I finally hooked up with Quinn, and I don’t want our first time to be our only time. Quinn runs her nails up and down my side, further relaxing me. My eyes fall shut and my head turns to the side, face buried in Quinn’s hair. Everything about her is intoxicating, from the smell of her shampoo to the way her body feels, naked and pressed up against mine.

  “Archer?” she whispers, not lifting her head off my shoulder. “Are you asleep?”

  For a brief moment, I panic, which isn’t like me at all. I’m a surgeon, for fuck’s sake. I don’t panic. Don’t freak out. I can maintain a level head and think clearly in stressful situations. But Quinn…she’s doing something to me, and suddenly I’m worried she’s going to tell me this was a mistake and I should leave.

  “Kind of,” I mumble.

  “I wasn’t sure.” She slowly starts to pull out of my arms. Shit. I brace myself. This is it. The moment she tells me Dean will have my head and we need to pretend this never happened. The moment I go back to wanting her so bad it hurts, but only worse now because I know how good she feels.

  “I have to pee.”

  “Oh.” I move my arms. “Okay.” I sit up, kissing her on the lips before she gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she comes out, wearing a short satin bathrobe with no panties underneath.

  “Do you want anything to eat?” She climbs back into bed, going right back to my arms. I grab her around the waist and pull her on top of me. Her legs go around mine, and dammit, I’m getting hard.

  “Again?” she asks, raising her eyebrows. She kisses my neck and wiggles her hips.

  And now my semi is a boner. “You’re so fucking hot, Quinn. And—” I stop, not sure how to even word it. Instead, I kiss her, soft and tender. She lets out a quiet moan and presses her core against me.

  “And now I want to again.”

  She doesn’t need to say anymore. I flip her over and move on top. The tip of my cock rubs against her, and she bucks her hips, repeating the motion. I reach down, taking hold of my cock in my hand, and rub it over her clit. Her mouth opens and she keeps one hand on my shoulder, bending her fingers and digging her nails into my skin. She’s still hot and sensitive from before. It doesn’t take long before she comes, and as soon as she does, I move my cock down, guiding it into her entrance.

  I push in balls deep. She’s so tight around me and it feels so fucking good. I thrust in and out a few times before Quinn plants her hands on my chest and shoves me away. I pull out, eyes wide and dick aching to be back inside of her. She sits up, breasts rising and falling from breathing hard, and pushes me down onto the mattress.

  Then she climbs on top. She wraps her slender fingers around my cock, and the sight alone is enough to make me want to nut right there. Looking down at my cock in her hand, Quinn’s lips part and she flicks her eyes to mine before guiding me inside of her.

  She leans forward as she moves, hair falling into my face. I hold onto her, watching her breasts bounce, relishing in how fucking good this feels. She slows down, then starts circling her hips at the same time.

  I didn’t think I’d be able to come so fast after just having sex, but it’s different this time. Quinn feels fucking amazing around me, and being with her—finally being with her—feels so damn right.

  Quinn sits up, and the new angle pushes me over the edge. She’s getting close to coming again as well, but there’s no way I can stop myself. Not when it feels so good. Her mouth opens and she lets out a moan and dammit, she’s right there. I grit my teeth and lift my hips, doing everything I can to hold back until she finishes.

  “I’m so close,” she pants as if she can read my mind. Then she falls forward, tits in my face, and I can’t help it. I bury my cock inside her, coming hard for the second time tonight. Quinn presses down, widening her legs even more, and my pulsing cock hits her in the right spot. Her pussy tightens around me—and fuck—the end of the orgasm feels as good at the start.

  “Wow,” Quinn pant
s, rolling off me. We both lay there, breathing hard. Her hand is on the bed next to mine, and I twist my wrist and interlace our fingers. We stay like that for a few minutes, until Quinn turns her head.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “A little,” I tell her. “You?”

  “Yeah. What do you want to eat?”

  “Anything, really. What do you have?”

  “I don’t know.” She lets out a breath, turning in to face me. “I can’t really think straight right now.”

  “Yeah, I know I’m good,” I say with a teasing smile. Quinn laughs and rolls over, hooking her leg over mine. I clasp my hand on the back of her thigh. There’s no way I’m letting this be our last time.

  No. Fucking. Way.

  I’ll fight for her. Do whatever it takes.

  Because I’m in love with this woman.

  “Stay here,” I tell her. “I’m not the best cook, but I’ll make you something.”

  “You don’t have to, Arch.”

  I kiss her. “I know.”

  Getting out of bed, I grab my boxers from the floor, missing Quinn’s body against mine already. I resituate the blanket around her, kiss her once more, and go into the kitchen. It feels slightly invasive to look through her drawers and cabinets. Everything is more or less well organized, and it doesn’t take long until I find a pan and ingredients to make grilled cheese.

  It’s not fancy by any means, but I already knew there was no hope of impressing Quinn with my cooking skills. The cats watch me cook, and I give them each a little piece of cheese, which was like opening Pandora’s box. They won’t leave me alone now.

  I turn off the burner and put the second sandwich on a plate when Quinn comes out of the bedroom. She’s still wearing the bathrobe, but this time she has on shorts and a tank top, made out of the same satin material. Her hair is a mess and her cheeks are still flushed.

  Seeing her like that is a huge turn on, and it does more than make me want to strip her and fuck her all over again. It makes me want to have this every night. Fucking Quinn into oblivion. Bringing her something to eat.