Quinn fisted the cushions as she arched her hips up to his mouth, riding his tongue, taking her pleasure where she wanted it. He didn’t stop, didn’t tire, didn’t let her down until she cried out and pushed him away because she couldn’t take another moment of the intensity.
Quinn turned her face into the back of the couch, squeezed her eyes shut, and breathed deeply as the tremors shook her. She wanted to cry and laugh and shout for joy, but she did none of those things.
“Be right back,” Blade said.
She nodded. Her body was cool where he left her lying without his heat, but he was soon back, ripping open a condom and rolling it onto his cock. She blinked at the sight of him hovering over her, one knee between her legs, the other foot on the floor, his sweatpants gone.
His body was a beautiful sight to behold. Hard, muscled, and tattooed, he was like a bad-boy fantasy to her good-girl ways. She’d never smoked, hardly drank, and she’d only ever dated the preppy put-together boys once she’d lost enough weight and gotten enough self-esteem to date at all.
But Blade—oh, he was every girl’s bad-boy fantasy come to life. The biker, the rough-and-tumble boxer, the hard-assed former Navy SEAL turned professional bodyguard. This was the man who fought for your honor instead of paying someone else to do it for him.
“You okay?” he asked, and her heart did a flip. Bad and sweet.
“Yes. Never better.” She meant that too.
He was stroking his cock. It was big and beautiful, like him, and her only disappointment was that she hadn’t gotten to touch it and play with it first.
“You still want this?”
She managed to roll her eyes. “Are you trying to back out? Because I’m not amused, mister. I need to feel your cock inside me.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Dirty talk, Quinn?”
She felt the blush rolling over her. “Sure, why not?”
He lowered himself, captured her mouth with his. She sighed and stretched, kissing him lazily. And then she felt him, that big bold part of him poised to slide into her body, and she shivered with excitement. And, yeah, probably a little bit of fear. It had been a long time, and she wasn’t sure how this was going to feel.
She needn’t have worried. Blade slid inside her slowly, letting her stretch to accommodate him. He didn’t shove his way in and he didn’t jab her. He was a master at the long, smooth glide. When he was seated deep inside her, he stopped moving and just lay there, letting her body adjust.
Quinn wrapped her arms around him, slid her hands to his ass, and grabbed on. Even his butt was hard. It was such a turn-on after she’d been neglected for so long.
“You feel amazing,” he told her. “It’s everything I can do to take my time. I just want to pound into you until I blow. But we’ll save that for another time.”
She loved the feel of him inside her. The way it felt to lie beneath his big, powerful body and know he had her pleasure and her feelings foremost on his mind.
“Another time? Are you saying there will be?”
“After that orgasm you just had, what do you think? Willing to do it again? Or is it too eww for you?”
She couldn’t help but laugh, even though what was going on between them was serious. “No eww here. Just a lot of mmmm.”
“You taste mmmm,” he said. “And you feel fucking fantastic.”
He moved his hips, sliding partway out of her and then pushing back in a little harder. Quinn gasped, but in a good way. Her nails dug into his ass and her hips pressed upward into his.
“Stop talking, Blade. I want you to fuck me good and make me come again.”
He withdrew all the way before slamming into her. “Honey, that’s what I want too.”
There was no more talking. There was only moving, bodies sliding together, hips rising and falling, bodies meeting again and again. Blade tried to be easy on her, she could tell, but she urged him to give her even more. He answered her challenge, rocking into her harder, pressing her to the limit. His eyes locked with hers as the tension between them spiraled tighter. She wanted to look away because it was too much, but she couldn’t.
Her feelings threatened to spill free, to tell him in words what this meant to her. What he meant to her. Because there was no way this was anything less than an emotional connection. She couldn’t have felt like this with anyone but him.
“Blade,” she whispered, overwhelmed as he rocked into her.
“Yeah, baby. I feel it too. Now come for me.”
“I’m going to.”
“I know you are, gorgeous.”
And she did, her body splintering into a million pieces as she cried out. He didn’t stop moving though. He dragged it out, heightening the pleasure until she was limp with it. Then he followed her over the edge, groaning as he poured himself into her. It was the most intense, most beautiful sexual experience of her life. She only hoped he felt the same.
Blade got up and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He stood there for a long minute, staring at himself in the mirror, asking what the fuck he’d just done. Not because he regretted it.
Because he wanted more. Not just a little bit more. A lot more.
But why? Was he tangled up inside because of their history? Or had fucking her really felt that damned amazing? When she’d come around his cock, her body arching into his as her mouth fell open, her tits bouncing as he’d slammed into her, he thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
And then his release hit and he’d been stunned by the intensity of it. He’d ground his hips into her, groaning, ejaculating so hard he felt like the top of his dick had blown off.
He glanced down at his cock. It was still hard. Still ready to go again. Jesus.
He scrubbed a hand through his hair and sauntered back to the living room. Quinn was on the couch, T-shirt pulled back over her head, fumbling with the panties he’d stripped off her.
She glanced up at him, her movements arrested as if she’d been caught stealing from the till or something.
“What are you doing?” he asked her.
She lifted her chin. “Getting dressed.”
“Why?”
She looked adorably confused. “Um, we’re finished?”
He stalked over and took the panties from her hand. Then he balled them up and threw them across the room. “No, we really aren’t,” he said, sinking down over top of her, pulling the T-shirt up and over her head as he did so.
She squeaked as he tugged her beneath him. “Blade,” she gasped.
“Yeah, Quinn? You got a problem with this?”
“I, uh… oh my God,” she moaned as he dropped his mouth to a nipple and sucked it between his lips. “No. No problem at all.”
“Once isn’t enough,” he told her as he cupped her tits in his hands and pushed them together. “I thought I made that clear.”
She licked her lips and he dipped his mouth to hers, sucking her tongue. When he let her go, she made a little panting noise.
“I thought you were just being nice,” she said.
He frowned. “Nice?”
“You were horny and you hadn’t gotten off yet, so you could have just been saying it—”
He put his hand over her mouth. Gently, of course. Her eyes widened, but not in a way that said she was scared. “I don’t just say anything, Quinn. I said it wasn’t enough, and it wasn’t. Now if you tell me you’re done, I’ll respect that. But if you tell me you’re just as hot for me as you were the first time, then I’m going to eat your sweet pussy again before I turn you over and fuck you from behind. I won’t let you finish that way though. I want you facing me so I can see your eyes when I take you over the edge. I want to see you come. You good with that?”
Her mouth had dropped open just a little bit during his speech. She snapped it closed now. He could see the pulse in her neck, throbbing quickly, and he could see the effect on her body as a flush pinkened her creamy skin.
“I am so good with that,” she said i
n that proper British accent of hers.
“Tell me to eat your pussy, Quinn.” Because he wanted to fluster her even more. He liked it when she was pushed out of her comfort zone. Because once she got there, she let go and soared.
The blush deepened. “I don’t think I can say that…”
“Why not? You told me to fuck you earlier. Now tell me to eat you out. Tell me to lick your pussy and I will.”
“You won’t do it if I don’t?”
He almost laughed, but he didn’t. She was looking for a reason to say it. If she needed that, then he’d give it to her. “That’s right, baby. No licking until you ask for it.”
He could see the concentration on her face. “Okay. Then I guess I must ask you to lick me. Um, lick my pussy, I mean. Please?”
Blade grinned. “Oh baby, you have so got yourself a deal.”
He dropped down her body and made good on his word, licking her into a frenzy so hot she fisted both hands in his hair and rode his face while she came. Then he turned her over and fucked her from behind. When she was on the edge, ready to explode a second time, he withdrew and turned her over so he could watch her face while she fell apart.
It was, without doubt, an addictive experience he wasn’t going to tire of anytime soon.
Chapter Seventeen
Quinn woke blushing. What else could she do? When she turned her head and saw the man in bed beside her, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks, his naked chest bared to her gaze, the blush was inevitable. Especially when she thought of what she and Blade had done together. The way he’d thrust his body into hers, hitting pleasure points she hadn’t realized existed. She’d come hard, repeatedly, in spite of her belief it wasn’t possible.
It was possible. Especially when you had a hot man with a magic tongue between your legs. Hunter had never done that to her. She’d had so little experience before her husband, mostly because she’d been uncertain of herself even after she’d lost weight, that she hadn’t realized precisely how much a man could enjoy licking a woman into orgasm.
The couple of men she’d slept with before Hunter hadn’t had quite the same effect as Blade did. He was, quite simply, a sex god. For which she was profoundly thankful. She’d learned things, namely that sex really could be as amazing as it was in the novels she read.
She pushed the covers back, slowly, intent on getting up and sneaking to the bathroom. Blade’s eyes popped open as he flipped toward her. A big arm dropped over her torso, anchoring her to the bed.
“Quinn,” he breathed.
“Hi,” she said, the blush deepening, burning from somewhere deep inside and spreading over her entire body.
He pulled her closer, nestled his nose against her neck. “Where you going, baby?”
“Pee,” she said.
His grip loosened. “Okay. But if you want an orgasm before breakfast, you better get back here quick.”
Her body liquefied, little tingles of excitement zipping through her from head to toe. “Who’s making breakfast?”
“If you come first, I am. If you don’t, then I guess it’s you.”
She placed her palm against his cheek. It was a bold move for her, but she liked the way his stubbled cheek turned into her palm, scraping it.
“So it’s a contest,” she said. “Who comes first wins.”
He grinned. “Yeah, something like that.”
I love you.
Quinn stiffened as the words sprang to mind. What the hell? She swallowed her tongue before she could do something stupid—like say them. She had no idea if she loved him. How could she? She hadn’t seen this man in eight years—and he hadn’t even been a man then. He’d been a boy. You didn’t necessarily love someone you’d had a crush on.
But her heart beat hard and insisted she did know. She’d always known. It wasn’t just a crush. Which meant…
No. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. They’d had sex once—okay, a few times in one night—but that didn’t make it love. Crushing on someone in high school didn’t make it love. It just didn’t.
“I’ll be right back.” She jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom to take care of business. But of course once she was there she couldn’t miss the opportunity to freshen up. By the time she returned, Blade’s eyes were closed again and he was sprawled across the bed. She almost tugged on her clothes and headed for the kitchen to make coffee, but he lifted his lids and gazed at her, his eyes hot.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice gravelly.
She hesitated. “You sure you don’t want to go back to sleep?”
He flipped the covers back and patted the mattress beside him. “Honey, I’d rather be balls deep inside you any day. Get back here and let me make you feel good.”
Quinn’s belly flipped, but she forced herself to walk back to the bed. And then she hesitated on the edge, but Blade had no such qualms. He dragged her down and rolled her beneath him. Then he tongued her nipples, one after the other, before dropping down to spread her wide with his fingers. Her heart skipped a beat as she gazed at him poised between her legs, his expression sensual and hot.
“You want my tongue?” he asked.
Her pussy ached in anticipation. “Of course I do—but what about you? Isn’t it your turn?”
He dipped down to touch his tongue to her clit. “Soon, baby. But first you have to come.”
“Blade,” she gasped. “Oh God.”
“Yeah, baby,” he said before he buried his tongue in her body, licking, sucking, and manipulating her into a screaming orgasm that shook her down to her soul. “God, you taste good,” he said before climbing up her body and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She opened to him, excited, her body craving more. They kissed hard, tongues gliding, mouths pulling and sucking. His cock nudged at her entrance and he tore his mouth away, groaning.
“Condom,” he said. “Got to get it.”
She tightened her legs around him. “I-I told you I hadn’t had sex in six months. And I’m on the pill—because Hunter didn’t want any more kids, ever. He’d have made me get rid of it if I’d gotten pregnant.”
He stared down at her, looking angry. Maybe she shouldn’t have invoked her dead husband at a time like this.
But then he spoke. “I always wrap it up. I haven’t been bareback in years. And I get tested regularly for the job.”
Her stomach bottomed out as the import of what he was saying rushed in. “Then fuck me bare. If you trust me. I understand if you don’t,” she finished in a rush.
“I trust you,” he said on a growl. And then he plunged into her, his naked cock thrusting to the hilt.
Quinn moaned at the feel of him inside her with nothing between them. He was hot and hard and silky smooth. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched tight. But then he opened them again, staring down at her.
“Holy fuck, you feel good. So wet, Quinn. So tight and velvety.” He pulled out and then thrust home, deep. “Goddamn.”
Quinn gripped his ass, held him to her. “Fuck me hard,” she gasped. “Please.”
He stilled. “Dirty talk, baby? Really? You blushed so hard last night.”
She looked up at him, at this man who was buried deep inside her, his cock throbbing in the most intimate places in her body. Love rushed through her, hot and swift. “I know. But you’re teaching me there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Fuck me until I come again. I know you can. I know I have so much more left to give.”
He reached down and hooked his arms behind her knees, spread her wide until every movement of his body caused her to shudder with pleasure. She was vulnerable, open, but she wasn’t scared. He started to move, pumping slowly, grinding his hips into her.
“Is that good?”
Her eyes closed. “Yessss…”
He moved faster, harder, thrusting his body deep into hers. There was nothing between them. Nothing but skin and emotion. At some point he let her legs go, wrapped his arms around her, and pumped into her as she spiraled higher. As if he knew what she ne
eded. What she craved.
Quinn reached for the peak, straining to find it—and then she came, gasping his name, her body exploding as his cock ground against her clit, dragging out the pleasure as she pulsed around him.
“Quinn—fuck,” he groaned as he stiffened and shot a stream of hot semen into her body. He kissed her when his body finally stopped jerking. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “But one of these days I want you come like that when I’m sucking you, okay?”
He kissed her again. “You want to suck me off, Quinn? You sure?”
Her heart hitched. She knew he was thinking of Hunter and what he’d said to her. “I’m sure. Is that okay with you?”
She said it like a challenge. He laughed, still deep inside her. Still hard. “Honey, it’s definitely okay with me. You want to suck me off, I’m fine with it. But if you change your mind, I understand. You don’t have to do it.”
She was slightly offended. “As many times as you’ve licked me, I think I owe you.”
He kissed her yet again, her taste still vaguely on his lips. She didn’t mind it. “You don’t owe me anything, Quinn. If you don’t want to, I’m not upset. If you do, then I’m ecstatic. Believe me.”
“I want you as happy as I am.”
He smiled down at her. “I’m pretty happy right now. You’re hot, wet, and tight. And I just came inside you. Doesn’t get much better than that.”
“How many times do you think you can come before the real world intrudes?” she teased.
He thrust inside her, his cock still hard. She moaned softly. Was that her G-spot? She didn’t know, but fucking hell, it felt amazing. Like a shower of sparks every time he moved.
“I don’t know,” he growled. “But I intend to find out.”
It was nearly eleven in the morning when he finally got out of bed and showered. Blade didn’t want to wash Quinn off him, but he needed the water to wake up. He stood under the spray and let the sharp needles of hot water pound into him.
Jesus, he’d messed up. Or maybe he hadn’t. But he’d fucked Quinn, his best friend from high school, until his dick was sore and he couldn’t possibly go another round without some rest.
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