Intimate Persuasions

by Nicole Morgan

  Ann gasped at the idea of a woman speaking to her man in such a horrible way.

  “I know, so here we are. A year later and still being called ‘a nice guy’. Sometimes it just plain pisses me off.”

  “Derek, you know that even if you gave her what she wanted that she might have still cheated on you. Because if she really loves you she wouldn’t have turned to someone else, she would have talked to you and told you what she needed.”

  “You mean like you love Quinn?”

  Ann nodded. “Yeah. I do love him. But you already know that. So, how about that drink huh?”

  “Thought you weren’t much of a drinker,” he said as he poured two small shots.

  “Well, you have the heartache of losing someone you love and I have the heartache of knowing that I’m going to lose someone that I love.”

  “Ann, you have to stop thinking like that. You’re important to Quinn. You matter to him.” He insisted.

  She winced as she let the warm liquid burn down her throat. “Eew. Yeah well, I’ve been important to other people, too. Just never enough to keep around.”

  Derek hated that she was so hard on herself, so insecure of how Quinn felt about her. Soon Derek was going to have to talk to his brother. Because if Ann went on with this constant fear much longer, she was probably going to burst under the pressure.

  “So, now I guess we drink.” Derek raised his glass to her. “What should we drink to?”

  “Hope?”

  He grinned. “That sounds pretty damn good to me.”

  Chapter Nine

  Quinn was exhausted. He pulled into his driveway and almost got out of the truck before he realized that Ann’s car wasn’t there. Instantly he panicked. What could have happened to her? He reached for his phone, already heading towards the restaurant. He listened as the phone rang and rang until finally her voicemail picked up.

  “Ann where are you? Call me back.”

  Not wasting time Quinn dialed Derek, hoping he would know where Ann was. He glanced at the brightly lit green clock on his dashboard which read 2:45 a.m., while Derek’s phone proceeded to go into his voice mail as well.

  “Derek, call me man. Ann’s missing.”

  After hanging up, Quinn glanced at his phone display. Checking to see if there was a little message symbol, hoping that he might have missed a call from her earlier that would have explained her absence. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt a fear clawing at his gut. What if something had happened to her? She became so important to him that he had never stopped to think what it would be like if she was taken away.

  No. Don’t think like that, Quinn chided himself. She’s fine, everything’s okay. They probably just had a big rush at the restaurant and she was working late. Although knowing the time he figured that was highly unlikely. Especially seeing as how they stopped seating at nine o’clock.

  Quinn turned the corner and the restaurant was finally in sight. He slowed down as he pulled into the lot. Not for safety but because he was perplexed. In the parking lot he saw Ann’s and Derek’s cars. Why were they still here?

  He pulled his truck into a parking space and slowly got out. He could have gone to the front entrance and rang the little service bell they used for when they weren’t open and the doors were locked, but he didn’t. Instead he walked around to the back and found his copy of the restaurant key on his ring.

  He didn’t like the feeling that was overtaking him. He was scared to go inside. The ramification of what the woman he loved could be doing at close to three o’clock in the morning with his brother when she was supposed to be home sent a nauseating roil to his gut. What if he walked in on something he wasn’t ready to see?

  Damn it. He took a deep breath and stuck his key in the lock. Only it wasn’t locked. What in the hell? He walked in the restaurant and stopped when he heard noises. Squeaking? Someone was making squeaking sounds? Then he heard Derek, breathless, gasping for breath and making incoherent sounds. Son of a bitch!

  Quinn stormed through the restaurant until he got to the back office. He placed his arm on the door and flung it open in one giant swoosh of anger. Nothing that he imagined in his wildest fears prepared him for what he saw now.

  Ann and Derek turned toward the door, startled out of their previous activity. They looked at Quinn with eyes wide, looked back at each other, and then burst back into their laughter.

  Quinn looked at the two. The drunk two. They were completely skunked. The noise he had heard was them laughing so hard that they could barely breathe. So, while he was thinking the worst about the two people that meant the most to him, they were sitting in here getting shit faced.

  “What in the hell is going on here?” He demanded of them.

  Ann, who had her shoes off and was resting her feet comfortably on Derek’s desk, turned toward him. “We’re getting drunk. Wanna join us?”

  Her comment must have been incredibly funny because Derek’s laughter only increased as he wailed and doubled over.

  “I can see that, honey. Why are you getting drunk though?”

  This time it was Derek’s turn. He held up his hand in a ‘give me a minute’ gesture. After what seemed like forever with him trying to compose himself he finally said, “Dude, your girlfriend is freaking hilarious. She has told me so many jokes tonight.” Staring to laugh again, Derek did his utmost to calm himself. “Did she tell you the one about the grasshopper who walks into the bar?”

  Apparently the memory of that joke was too much for Derek to handle as he burst into laughter again.

  Quinn looked at Ann. “Are you two okay? How long has this been going on?”

  Ann looked at her wrist, and laughed when she realized she wasn’t wearing a watch.

  Before Derek could pour himself another shot Quinn walked over and took the bottle from him.

  “Hey, what’d you do that for?”

  Quinn rolled his eyes. “Geez, I don’t know, maybe because you’re drunk off your ass.”

  Ann came up behind Quinn and wrapped her arms around him. “I missed you.”

  He turned and facing her he saw the desire in her eyes. “You’re drunk, missy.”

  “True. But I’m still coherent enough to know that you’re the best —”

  Quinn abruptly cut her off. “Alrighty then. It looks like it’s time to break up this party. Come on, yeah I know,” he said as Derek groaned his disapproval. “I’m sure I should just let you finish off the bottle, but hey, I think I’ll drive you home instead so you two lushes can sleep it off.”

  He shut off the office light as he ushered them to the back of the restaurant. He told them to wait there while he ran to the front to make sure that the entrance was locked. He got back to them in time to interrupt a debate on who was more intelligent, Elmer Fudd or Yosemite Sam.

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  After he had them stowed in the front seat he walked around to the driver’s side. He had to hide his grin. Actually, Ann was kind of cute when she was drunk. He’d seen his brother drunk enough times that it made no impression, but Ann looked sexy with that warm glow of alcohol flushing her face.

  He pulled out of the parking lot and almost immediately heard Derek snoring. He glanced over and sure enough Derek’s head was pressed against the glass, his mouth hanging open with a tiny bit of drool escaping.

  “Attractive.” Quinn had said it sarcastically in reference to his brother, but Ann took it an entirely different way.

  “Thanks, big boy.” She got out of her seatbelt and scooted closer to him, blowing in his ear she said. “You are you know. You’re so big, Quinn. I love how big you are, I love how it feels when your cock is buried deep inside of me.”

  “Babe. Shh. Derek’s right there.” But he glanced at her and saw that look in her eye that she gets sometimes. That hungry look. He should have stopped her when she brought her hand down to cup his now growing cock, but he didn’t.

  “Ooh, you’re already getting hard. Do you know what that does to me?
What you do to me?” Her voice was a seductive murmur as she started to stroke him through his jeans.

  Quinn laid his head back against the head rest and gritted his teeth. He was using every amount of concentration he had to stay focused on the road ahead. “Ann, you gotta stop, honey. You’re making me crazy.”

  She must have taken his comment as some sort of a challenge because now she was unbuttoning his jeans. “I want you, Quinn. I want this. I want to taste you.” And without warning she was bent over and taking him in her mouth.

  “Oh fuck, Annie.” Quinn quickly pulled over to the side of the road. No way was he going to be able to concentrate on driving with her hot wet mouth sucking on him so sweetly.

  “Mmm, you taste so good, Quinn.”

  What the hell were they doing? They couldn’t do this with his brother sitting just inches away from them. “Annie, wait until we get home babe. We can’t—oh shit.” What was she doing? Damn, her mouth felt so good wrapped around him. She was stroking the underside with her tongue and at the same time working her fingers up and down while sucking him hard into the depths of her throat. Was it even possible to do all of that at the same time? It must have been because if sucking cock was an Olympic sport, Annie would surely bring home the gold.

  Quinn heard a sound and glanced to his right. Oh fuck. Derek woke up and was staring at Ann give his brother head with a smile on his face. He was about to say something to stop her, but she spoke first.

  “Oh, Quinn. I love this. I love taking you deep in my mouth. I love sucking on your cock until you come and spill everything that you have down my throat.” She worked her tongue in a swirling motion. “It tastes so good. I love your taste. It makes me so hot, so wet.”

  Stop her. Fuck, Quinn, stop her, he kept telling himself. Derek’s watching for Christ’s sake, but damn it, this feels so fucking good. And her voice was driving him crazy the way she was talking to him. It was like she was fucking him with her words, too. But this was wrong. He couldn’t let her go on with Derek watching. He had to stop her, “Annie, honey.”

  “Oh yes.” She mistook his plea for lustful urgency. “Yes, Quinn! Come. I need to taste it. I need to taste you. Please.”

  “Babe, you’ve—”

  “I know. God, it’s so good with you. I love when you fuck me.” She glanced up at him for a moment and looked into his eyes. “I swear just the thought of you being inside of me makes me so hot and wet. When you pound your big hard cock into my pussy and your balls slap against my ass I almost die from the pleasure of it.”

  She continued to suck and lick every inch of his hardness in between her words. She was growing impatient as she gave up her words and dove in on the sheer animalistic pleasure of fucking him with her mouth. She hadn’t been kidding when she told him she needed to taste him. She did. She was wild with need for it. She could almost feel an orgasm building inside of her at the idea of him coming inside her mouth, making her swallow every last drop of him.

  Shit, he was gonna come, he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Annie, baby, yes. Fuck me, take me deep. Yeah, oh babe…Annie!” Quinn shouted her name as he came hard into her mouth. Spurting his seed into her throat he heard the swallowing sound she made when she allowed the very essence of him to slide down her throat and into her belly.

  Quinn took a moment before glancing at his brother, who was now looking at him with a ‘way to go man’ look on his face. But thankfully when Annie lifted her head, Derek closed his eyes and rested his head back against the glass. Although Quinn was sure Derek would never say anything, he would need to be sure to have a little chat with his bro and make sure Annie never knew that he had witnessed that.

  Annie snuggled against Quinn’s chest and sighed with contentment. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Finally after a couple of minutes he kissed the top of her head.

  “Come on honey, let’s get Derek home and get ourselves home.”

  “Quinn?”

  “Yeah, honey?” He was brushing her hair back from her face, loving how pretty she was.

  “Do you know how much you…I mean, you matter to me. Do you know that?”

  Her face was so serious that if it had been any other time he would have been doing cartwheels. But she was drunk, and he hated the fact that the first time she told him what he needed to hear that she would probably never even remember saying it. So instead of answering her, or telling her what he really wanted to, he kissed her and smiled at her.

  No words were said as he pulled back onto the road and drove to Derek’s house. Ann stayed in the truck while he helped his brother inside. After Derek had stumbled to his bed Quinn went to the kitchen got a bottle of water and some aspirin. Setting them down on Derek’s night stand he told him, “You’ll probably need these when you wake up.”

  “Thanks man.”

  Quinn turned to leave, but stopped. He turned back to face his brother. “That never happened. I don’t want her knowing that you were awake. Understand?”

  Derek nodded, “Yeah, I understand. But for the record, that was fucking amazing man.”

  “Shut up. Now go to sleep you freaking drunk.”

  Quinn locked Derek’s house and got back in the truck. He looked over and saw that Ann had moved to a half sitting half laying position. Judging from her breathing she was already asleep.

  He drove the rest of the way in silence, with his hand resting on her hip. Once home, he went to unlock the front door and open it. When he had that accomplished, along with turning a light on so he didn’t trip and kill them both, he went back to the truck to get her.

  She stirred slightly when he lifted her into his arms. “Ssh. Go back to sleep, honey,” Quinn soothed her.

  He carried her inside and used his foot to close the door. Walking back to the bedroom he sat her down on the bed. She had started to wake up, but the alcohol was taking over and she was swaying back and forth as he held her up, trying to take off her shirt. Once her shirt was off he moved onto her bra. When he freed her beautiful plump mounds he had to control himself from taking one of her rosy nipples into his mouth until the center formed into erect little points. Because damn if they didn’t look appetizing.

  Next he gently laid her down and undid the button to her jeans and slid down her zipper. He yanked them down her legs and pulled them off at the ankles. Next came her socks. All that was left were her panties. A red little satin and lace number that given her current condition he would have left on her and tucked her under the covers. He would have, if he hadn’t seen the darkened part of the satin where her wetness had seeped out of her. She told him while she was giving him the most incredible blow job that she would get wet just thinking about him. Obviously, she hadn’t been lying because his hand reached over and cupped the wet heat. He hesitated, waited for a small smile of encouragement from her before he massaged her through her panties.

  “Oh, Jesus.” She was soaking wet. He couldn’t help himself. He tore her panties down her legs in one fluid movement. He heard her moan and arch her hips up as he brought his mouth down and slid his tongue inside her already saturated folds. Damn, she tasted good. He loved the taste of her anytime, but knowing that all of this sweetness was just from the sheer act of her enveloping his cock with her velvety soft mouth was so fucking erotic.

  Ann whimpered and whispered his name. “Quinn, yes. Oh…mmm…”

  Annie’s legs wrapped around his neck and he had to smile at her ardor. Sometimes she was so shy and uncertain of her sexuality and other times she was this brazen woman who took charge and didn’t stop until she got what she wanted. It was an incredibly sexy contradiction.

  “My clit, Quinn. Please. I need you to suck on my clit. I need to come…oh.”

  He did as she asked and took her clit in his mouth, tonguing it and teasing it until finally suckling on it like a starving man. Her hips shot up from the bed and ground against him as she screamed his name.

  Explosions tore through her body. A white hot flame of burning l
iquid shot through her soul and poured out of her as she felt Quinn lapping up her release. She was in a slight haze from the alcohol, but that had nothing to do with the feeling that overcame her. She wanted to cry from the joy that he gave her. He made everything so right, so complete. He was absolutely everything to her. She only wished and prayed that she would be able to keep him. Because the thought of being without Quinn was a pain that she just didn’t want to consider.

  Chapter Ten

  “Ohhh. Quinn please, turn off that light. It’s too bright!” Ann groaned her request as she pulled the pillow up over her head.

  Quinn was in the bathroom and peeked his head out at her. “That’s the sunlight, babe. Can’t turn it off, sorry.”

  She pulled the pillow off of her head just slightly and looked at him. She had to squint at the small amount of light that was seeping through the blinds. “Why is it so bright? Are we plummeting to the Sun on a cataclysmic course of destruction or something?”

  He wiped the remainder of shaving cream off of his face and walked into the bedroom. He crawled on the bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her, planting a small kiss to the tip of her nose.

  “No, we’re not on a collision course with the sun, but I imagine that’s what your head feels like right about now. Here, take these.” He leaned over the bed to the night stand and grabbed the water bottle and aspirin that he set there earlier.