by Shae Scott
When I sucked her swollen clit she cried out my name and then I was lost in her. She would come unglued beneath me. I would shred her and then put her back together so I could take her all over again. Her whimpers were like music, pushing me on as I tasted, sucked and teased. I felt her tense, felt it just before her body shuddered and incomprehensible words spilled from her lips.
Before she could come down from her high I moved over her, holding myself above her on my elbows. I paused against her entrance. "Look at me, baby. Open your eyes." I commanded my voice gruff. She opened them and I was met with hazel pools. I swear someone had hidden diamonds there.
I pushed into her slowly, loving the way she felt against my cock, every inch against her walls as I sunk into her. I groaned at the sigh on her lips as she pulled me to her. I kissed her deeply, the connection between us complete. We moved together, her nails against my back, each stroke going deeper. My body was coiled so tightly, my heart beat heavy against my chest, reaching out towards hers.
This woman had me completely mesmerized. I fell into her, effortlessly, willingly, hungrily. Our bodies fit together, perfectly, moving in sync like they’d known each other forever. Her breath caught, escaping in tiny, shallow exhales as I moved and stretched her beneath me. I wanted to be closer, deeper, mark every piece of her as my own.
“Keaton.” Her voice fell on a sigh, and it had me pushing harder.
“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name,” I admitted. If she was going to strip me bare, I might as well be honest. “Say it again.”
“Keaton, you feel so good.” Hearing her say these things felt like an unexpected gift. My book nerd, beneath me, telling me how much she liked the feel of me buried deep inside her. God, it did something to me. Something I couldn’t even put into words. It had me close to the edge and I wasn’t ready to fall over it yet.
I slowed my pace, needing to catch my breath before I ended up ending this before either of us was ready. I pulled out of her so that the head of my cock teased at her entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes hooded as she waited for my return. I watched them flutter closed as I sunk back in slowly. I repeated the stroke in slow motion, In. Out. Watching her body react, melting beneath me. Her hands moved up to my chest pulling me back down to her as I continued my slow assault. I heard the whimper, felt the tremor that ran through her body and then she was falling apart. I hadn’t expected that, but she was so fucking beautiful. I lost my willpower and chased my own release, overwhelmed by everything this girl was doing to me.
I came, warm and deep inside her. It was all I could do not to collapse across her so I could just stay there. I settled for a half collapse and kissing her face. Her forehead, her cheek, her nose, her lips.
She laughed through her shallow breathing and it helped to ease the heaviness that had taken hold in my chest. The intensity that kept sneaking up on me, the feelings that I still hadn’t figured out what to do with.
“Jesus, Quinn,” I said rolling off of her. “I’m not sure I can handle many more trips to the lingerie store.” She gave me a sideways smirk and I laughed. “Okay, I’m totally lying. Let’s go shopping tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from,” she teased.
I pulled her to me, loving the way she tucked herself in against me. “I missed you,” I said quietly.
“Me too. It feels really good to be here,” she agreed. And she was right, having her back in my arms it felt like everything had fallen back into place.
NEW YORK WAS awesome. New York with Keaton was amazing. We spent my first full day in the city doing all of the touristy things. Keaton said he would allow me this one trip to be a tourist nerd and then he was going to reel me in and turn me into a real New Yorker. I liked the idea of him as my teacher, helping me navigate such a big change. I liked it because it meant he was going to be a part of my future. It made things feel less scary and more exciting.
We'd spent our morning with tours of the Empire State Building and a ferry that had taken us to see the Statue of Liberty. It was cool to see it all up close, but I could see how to someone like Keaton it might all be part of the norm. But he didn't seem to be bored or bothered by it. In fact, I think he loved showing me all of the things I was meant to see.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Starving," I said as a sudden grumble of my stomach reminded me that we hadn't eaten in hours.
"Let's grab a slice and check out the park," he suggested. "That way we can mark off a few more things on your list."
After we'd hit up his favorite pizza place, where the slices were huge and I was taught the proper way to fold it over, Keaton took me to Central Park.
I was in love. In the midst of this concrete jungle that could feel cold and jostling they had dropped in a patch of green. Maybe this is where people came to breathe, to be reminded that things like trees and grass and sky still existed.
"Let's sit," he said. I watched as he folded himself onto the grass and held out a hand for me to join him. "This is one of my favorite places to people watch. You can't imagine the stories this place can inspire. You just have to watch and listen," he smiled conspiratorially.
He made a space for me between his legs and I leaned back against him. He was right; the variety of people walking in front of us would give him a cast of characters to choose from. I loved it. I loved listening as he softly told me stories of the people we saw. Between his sultry voice in my ear and the way his fingers twirled around my own I was more content than I would have thought possible. It was the perfect afternoon.
On our way back from the park Keaton wanted to stop and grab some wine. He said he had a surprise for me later. I didn't ask questions, knowing that whatever he had planned it was going to be good. Keaton moved about the tiny liquor store while I perused the gift section looking for a shot glass for Lily.
Holding onto a shot glass that read, "Took my shot in New York City" I glanced up to see a tall, leggy blond sauntering over to my boyfriend. I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle as I watched it unfold. She was stunning and she carried herself with the kind of grace that I could only dream about. She walked straight up to Keaton and slid her arm across his forearm and threw him a wide smile. Keaton smiled back at her as she chatted easily with him. I took a moment to scrutinize her. She was beautiful; there was no doubt about it. The kind of girl that surprised you with her perfection when you finally saw her up close. She wore tiny little white shorts that rode so high up that I could see the curve of her ass cheeks beneath them. That's as far as I got. Keaton caught my eye and waved me over. I walked towards them slowly. Blondie was still chattering away, never noticing Keaton's attention wasn't on her.
I hadn't noticed that I was holding my breath until he slipped his arm around me and pulled me close to him. It was only then that his friend faltered mid-sentence. "Noelle, this is my girlfriend, Quinn." I watched her face fall as she took me in. I didn't mind her scrutiny, not with Keaton claiming me as his. It was silly, the way it made me puff out my chest. Who knew I was so jealous or petty?
"I didn't know," she said with her smile dripping with disdain. It made me smile.
"Nice to meet you," I said. It wasn't. Keaton laughed softly beside me. He knew better.
"Well, we should go. I have plans for this one," Keaton said winking at her. He winked at her. I nearly choked. He grabbed my hand and led me to the counter leaving Noelle to stand in a stunned silence watching us leave.
He smiled down at me, before leaning in and kissing my cheek. He had enjoyed that more than he should.
"You are such trouble," I smiled.
"Keeps it interesting," he replied arrogantly.
LATER THAT NIGHT, I followed Keaton up the creaky stairs of his building, towards my surprise. I was super curious as to where he was taking me. The door had mentioned roof access, but I had no idea what that meant or why we were making our way up there. Luckily, I trusted him enough to feel pretty secure in the fact that he wasn't planning on
tossing me off of it. Besides, that boyish grin he'd been wearing when he suggested I follow him was enough to get me to follow him anywhere.
"You ready for this?" he asked standing in front of a rusted out, faded red door.
"I'm not sure what "this" is, but show me what you got," I smiled.
He flashed me a grin and pushed open the heavy metal door. I stepped past him and out into the humid summer air and stopped short when I saw what was waiting for us. The rooftop had been transformed into a magnificent garden. It was beautiful. Someone had taken a lot of time to turn this ordinary rooftop into something that felt magical. I walked slowly out into the open space after glancing back at Keaton as if to ask permission. The space felt too perfect to disturb. He just smiled wide, appreciating my reaction.
There were large wooden planters that had been built up to varying heights each containing brightly colored flowers and shrubbery. They covered nearly the entire space. In one corner I noticed that there was an actual herb and vegetable garden with tomatoes and strawberries. I walked among them all taking in the mix of floral scents.
"This place is amazing. Is this yours?" I asked as Keaton joined me.
"Technically it belongs to Anne, one of the ladies downstairs. She's older now, but when she was young she always had a thing for flowers. She lived out in the suburbs until her husband died. She was only in her early sixties then so she moved to the city and bought her apartment to be closer to her daughters. She had it put into the contract that she could have access to the roof and plant a garden. So she did. She used to come up here all of the time and tend to it. But now she hires someone to keep everything going. She gave me a key to the door," he smiled.
"She gave you a key?" I asked suspiciously. Keaton was always charming his way into things.
"When she got to where she couldn't make it up here on her own I offered to help her. I bring her up here so she can enjoy it. She's an amazing lady. We'll sit here and talk for hours. She's led a very interesting life," he said.
I smiled at the visual it conjured in my mind. It made my heart full to hear it. I imagined that it meant a great deal to Anne. And from the way that he spoke about it, I knew it meant a great deal to him as well.
"So who else has a key?" I asked curiously as I leaned in to smell a dahlia that bloomed in a wave of colors.
"Just me and Anne I guess. I've never seen anyone else up here," he shrugged. I followed him over to a clearing towards the edge of the roof. There was an arbor with walls that were weaved with ivy and little white flowers that dotted the greenery. They snaked their way up, creating a curtain. The top had been left free of greenery. It would have been perfect for stargazing if you could actually see stars in this city. Still, it was peaceful, just being able to stare up into the darkness surrounded by all of this color. Beneath the arbor was a double chaise lounge. One of those where you could lift either side up to recline. I smiled as I imagined the two of them up here talking. What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall during those conversations.
"Come sit with me," he said as he made his way over to the clearing and sat back on the chaise. He offered his hand out to me and I took it. I curled up against him and we both stared up into the night sky.
"It's a little piece of magic up here," I sighed.
Keaton ran his fingers through my hair, twirling it around his fingers and combing through it nonchalantly. It soothed me. This whole moment felt pretty close to perfect. Things with Keaton always felt that way. The voice that kept telling me to be careful was easier and easier to shut out.
Well, it had been until we ran into leggy Miss New York with her blond hair and shorts that looked more like bikini bottoms. The memory made me shift uncomfortably.
"What is it?" he asked, completely in tuned to my movement. He was so observant that I couldn't get away with anything.
"Nothing, you'll think I'm being a snotty, jealous girl," I said.
He laughed, "Are you being a snotty, jealous girl?"
"A little," I admitted laughing.
"Please, I need to hear this now," he said.
I sighed, "Miss America-I-don't-wear-real-clothes-when-I-parade-down-the-street," I said. Keaton laughed and I felt it vibrate through his chest. That reaction alone put me at ease.
"Pretty sure she was just a runner-up in Miss Rhode Island. It’s a tiny state, they had to pick someone," he said, still laughing.
"Whatever," I huffed.
He was still laughing beneath me, "You're kind of adorable when you are jealous."
I looked up at him and scowled. "Is she an ex girlfriend?" I asked, glad my voice sounded matter-of-fact and not shaky and weak.
"I didn't really do girlfriends before you, Quinn," he said, his laughter gone.
"Still," I said resigned to the fact that he had slept with her. I wasn't about to ask that question. I knew Keaton's past. I'd known about it from day one and I had accepted it, but seeing it in front of me like that poked at my insecurities. I couldn't help it, I was human.
Keaton rolled me over until I was lying beneath him and staring up into the deep blue of his eyes.
"No one compares to this. Nothing has ever come close."
The sound of his voice was pure seduction as it caressed my body and left it humming beneath him.
I reached up and traced his cheek with my fingers; the stubble beneath my touch was sexy. It hinted at danger while his eyes promised safety. The contradiction of him continued to surprise me, continued to take me under. I gladly surrendered to him.
"Do you even know how beautiful you are? How insanely sexy you are? I am drunk on you, Quinn. Completely addicted to everything about you."
I didn't have words, so I pulled him to me and kissed him. He let the weight of his body join my own, his hands cradling my face as he kissed me deeply. It sent need directly to my core. My hands began to explore his body, sliding beneath his shirt so I could feel the warm, hard skin underneath.
He let out a soft moan as he ground his hips against mine. I let my hands drift higher taking his shirt with me. He broke the kiss and helped me get rid of the fabric. I smiled at the sight of him. Hard, tanned and cut with precision. He watched me watch him, his eyes hooded and filled with the promise. My teeth sunk into my lip as I fought the whimper that wanted to escape. His gaze held mine as he returned the favor with my shirt, lifting it away from my body. The breeze in the air drifted across my bare skin, warm and sticky.
"I'm going to take you. Right here." His intensity pulled at the growing need in me. The wind rustled through the plants that surrounded us.
His fingers found the button of my shorts and slowly released its hold and I held my breath as he slowly tugged them down my thighs. I surrendered to him, anxious for everything he had to offer. Out here on this rooftop, with the distant sounds of traffic and the peacefulness of this unexpected paradise we shut everything out. Everything but the two of us. And when the sky opened up and the rain began to slide across our skin, joining in on the movement between us, my world felt as close to perfect as I could imagine.
I CAME OUT of the bedroom, still rubbing the towel against my hair. The apartment was dark. I was learning that Quinn never turned on the lights. I saw the glow from the refrigerator and moved towards her. She was wearing a white t-shirt and nothing else. Her legs teased me in the soft shaft of light that bathed her as she searched the contents for something. She bent over, moving things among the shelves and even though it hadn't been long since we'd come down from the rooftop, and even less time since we had warmed ourselves in the shower until the water ran cold, I still felt the stirrings of anticipation. The thought of those legs wrapped around me always left me wanting more.
I walked up behind her quietly and leaned back against the counter and waited. She finally emerged with a bottle of water and stood up. Catching sight of me she jumped and let out a tiny squeak before laughing.
"You scared me," she smiled. Fuck, her smile. It lit her up from inside. I set my towel dow
n on the counter and took a step towards her. Taking the bottle from her hands I unscrewed the top and took a long drink, my gaze locked on hers. I swallowed hard then slid my tongue across my lips. I watched her shift from foot to foot as she gripped the open door to the fridge. I held the bottle out to her and she took it from me, taking several long drinks. My eyes drifted down her body, noticing the goose bumps that covered her legs. I wondered how many of them belonged to the cold draft from the fridge and how many of them belonged to me.
When she finished her drink I took it from her and put it on the counter. Neither of us spoke. The quiet and darkness of the room didn't allow for it. I pulled her to me, one hand gripping her waist, the other taking her hand and holding it to my chest.
"What are you doing?" she whispered. I smiled at her, brushing a kiss across her forehead.
"Shh, dance with me," I offered. She gave me a curious look before giving into my whim and moving to the imaginary music. I loved this feeling. The stillness, the quiet--and her pressed against me, so close that she became me. She laid her head against my chest and I felt her contented sigh against me. It felt natural, being like this with her. It was unexpected. Together, we were unexpectedly perfect.
THREE DAYS WERE gone too fast. Especially when we barely left the house or the bedroom. I felt like I needed three more days, then three more after that.
Quinn was waiting until the last moment to go through the security point. I was glad; I wasn't ready to let her go. Not at all. I pulled her to me and kissed her, slow and soft. I didn't care that we were in the middle of the airport. I didn't care about the crowds of people pushing through each other all around us. I was going to miss the taste of her and I was taking in as much of her as I could before she was gone.
"Don't go. I don't want you to go," I said against her lips. My words made her smile. I ran my tongue across her bottom lip before covering her mouth again. She made me feel like a teenager, I didn't want to keep my hands to myself. She let out a soft moan on an exhale and my dick stiffened at the sound. Damn this airport and these people, I wanted her. I always wanted her.
