by Linda Kage
My breasts were so sensitive and hard as they heaved up and down from my chest. “I’ve been wet for you since last Friday.”
He lifted his attention, his gaze intent on my expression. “Is that why you changed your mind about us? Because of this.”
I shook my head. “No.”
His face flooded with joy and he shoved inside me, making me cry out and bow my back off the table.
“Okay, maybe a little,” I revised, panting when he paused half way in me.
One eyebrow lifted. “Only a little, you say?”
“Please,” I begged. “Quinn, please. A lot, okay. A lot. All of it. I need all of it, in all of me. Deeper.” I reached out for his hips, hoping to catch him and force him forward, but he just smiled and shook his head.
Then he closed his eyes, waited a beat, and whispered, “Okay. Now.”
He opened his lashes just as he thrust forward, breaching the rest of me. My pussy clenched around him, so hungry for his presence it began to contract.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
He started moving, and that was it for me. I came all around him, screaming, and begging, and thrashing for more.
He stroked me through my orgasm, stretching me from the inside and massaging me with his thumb from the outside. It wasn’t until I came down, panting and limp, that I realized he was still going. I opened my eyes. “You’re still…”
He grinned, even though his eyes were glazed, and his forehead was damp. “I love watching you come. How many times do you think we can get you to come before we leave this table?”
“Uh…” I had no idea, but I think he wanted to find out.
After running his hands up the outsides of my thighs, he clamped my legs together and bent them up until they were almost touching my chest. When he began to move again, the change in how he felt inside me from this new position made my eyes widen.
“Oh, that’s… Oh, wow.”
Quinn chuckled and leaned in a little against me so my body was supporting some of his. Then he cupped my breasts and finally gave them his attention.
“Ohmigod!” I jerked from the intense sensation and bumped my head back against the table as I panted through the pleasure.
“I love your breasts.” His gaze was drawn to them as his hands massaged and his fingers plucked at the pearled nipples. “They fit my hands so perfectly. I want to fit one in my mouth.”
He leaned in and sucked one tip into his mouth, which essentially made his large body press in closer and force my legs to stay where he’d put them, trapping me as he assaulted me with his cock and tongue. I gripped his hair, not able to do much else but feel and cry out my next orgasm when I came again.
“One more,” Quinn whispered into my ear as soon as I began to wilt from the last high he’d given me. I shook my head, unable to believe I could last one more time, but he parted my legs so he could wedge his big body right up against mine. Then he pressed his forehead to mine so he could look into my eyes.
I think we shared everything in that moment. We breathed in the same air, intertwined our fingers so the sweat from our palms was the same, and we began to convulse together. Then we watched each other’s stunned expressions while our orgasm flourished between us.
When it was over and the calm returned, I cupped his face in my hands. His lashes flickered open. We were eyeball to eyeball when I said, “This is why I came back.” I brushed his hair across his forehead. “Because you’re you, and I couldn’t stay away from you.”
He kissed me, softly and gently, nothing but lips on lips, then nose rubbing against nose. “I’m glad you did, because I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to stay away from you.”
I woke the next morning to Quinn’s naked butt right in my face. And then he bent over.
I grinned, suddenly fully awake. Curled on my side in his bed, I faced his way as he pulled up a pair of pants, and—damn—covered his perfect tush from my view. With a frown, I reached out, stretching since he was standing a good two or three feet away from the mattress, and then I tugged his pants back down until I could see those taut, rounded globes of goodness again.
“Hey,” he yelped and spun around.
I giggled sleepily up at him. “Hey, yourself. I was having fun looking at those. Why’d you have to go and cover them up?”
Pleasure spread across his face. “Oh, you want to play, huh?”
He crawled back onto the bed and pinned me to the mattress.
Since I had him right where I wanted him, I stretched and preened out my pleasure. “I definitely want to play. You have a problem with that?”
“Not at all.” He nipped my lips and then angled his head to the side and urged them open with his tongue. The hot, open-mouthed kiss that followed left me weak and breathless.
“How do you always make me want you so easily?” I demanded, panting for him.
“Jedi mind trick,” he panted back right before his breath fanned my neck.
Oh...golly. His lips barely pressed against the tender spot right behind my ear and I couldn’t help it, I moaned and arched against him like a cat being scratched.
“On your belly,” he instructed, rolling me over. “Time for paybacks, so I can enjoy your backside.”
I immediately rolled over.
Since I was still naked from our night together, his fingers skimmed around to my front and found their way between my legs as his hips arched against my bottom, letting me feel just how very aroused he was. My breasts began to ache a split second before he cupped one.
A finger batted against my nipple while one finger on the other hand pushed inside me. My mouth opened in a silent scream.
Quinn groaned behind me. “You are so wet.”
“For you, always. Oh...God. Don’t stop,” I commanded as my hips rolled with the thrust of his thick digit. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Quinn pressed another finger in and pinched my nipple at the same moment. The quick, crisp nip of pain sent my nerve endings haywire until I began to come, hard. The muscles contracting in my abdomen wrenched and twisted savagely enough that I cried out from the pressure. I squirmed against the hand between my legs, wanting to escape and latch on to such sweet torment at the same time.
His tongue slid up the back of my neck. Our bodies pressed together perfectly as I arched back into him. He was soft and yet hard all at the same time, his flesh all sleepy warm and smooth but the muscle under it hard and supportive. I so loved that about him and couldn’t stop my fingers from reaching back and sinking into his hair. I almost wished I was facing him so my hands could be running up and down his back, marveling at how wonderful he felt. Even the bumps from his scars felt absolutely perfect under my fingers, making little paths of puckered skin to follow in a mazelike pattern.
“Quinn.” I broke when he bit the back of my shoulder. “I need you inside me. Please. It feels so empty without you there.” My womb had nothing to clench around; it needed something right there.
Grasping my hips, he remained sitting upright as he drew my bottom back onto his lap and slid me up against his arousal. When the blunt tip of his penis pressed into my opening, I threw my head back and let out a relieved breath. He slid his hand up from between my legs, over my navel and to my breasts. When he cupped one, I choked out a whimper. Then he finally filled me completely.
I reached back and grabbed his thighs, my nails digging into his skin. “Harder.”
He complied, nearly jarring my teeth as his next powerful thrust reverberated throughout me. I buried my face in my pillow and bit it to keep from screaming too loudly.
Quinn pressed forward, and I moaned from the comfort of his weight against me and the erotic pressure of his cock sliding deeper.
It was so naughty and wicked, and yet delicious and amazing. I never wanted it to stop.
“What are you turning me into, Quinn Hamilton?” I demanded.
He panted behind me and softly slid his hand up my spine and then up into my scalp to grip my hai
r. “I don’t know. But I love it.” He leaned forward to kiss the side of my jaw. “I am so addicted to you. I could do this forever. I love kissing you, and touching you, entering you. Fucking you.”
His strokes became longer, slower, excruciatingly frustrating because I just wanted him to slam into me and pound us both into oblivion. This slow death was driving me crazy. I clutched his pillow. “Oh my God. Please.”
His breath tickled my ear. “Please what?”
“Make me come.”
He chuckled, the jerk. He knew he had absolute control over me. “Yes, ma’am.” Ten seconds later, he had me screaming into the pillow again as I contracted around his steely length.
Too drowsy to move after Quinn has his way with me—or maybe I should say, after I coaxed him into having his way with me—I began to fall asleep as soon he pulled free from my body. Then he kissed my cheek tenderly and crawled off the bed.
“Can I finally take my shower now?” his voice teased as he lovingly laid his sheets over me and tucked them in around me. “Or does my beautiful, insatiable girl need anything else this morning?”
“Breakfast,” I mumbled with a smile, remembering how he’d always made Cora breakfast. Hoping I could get that same treatment, I opened one eye and asked, “With bacon?”
He winked. “You got it.” Then he leaned in, sniffed my hair and kissed me one last time on the cheek before strolling from the room.
I tried to go back to sleep but thinking about him in the shower, all naked and clean, smearing slick soap over his hard, large body and down between his legs… I suddenly wondered what the heck I was doing in here, alone, while he was in there all wet and sexy.
Grinning goofily to myself, I popped out of bed and pulled on one of his large T-shirts. Bypassing a bra and panties, I shot out of his room and down the hall to where I heard a shower running. I took a breath before grasping the handle and pushing my way inside.
Steam had already filmed the mirrors and heated the room. I considered stripping naked before slipping in with him. But then I bit my lip, suddenly unsure. What if he didn’t like company in the shower? What if my presence upset him instead of delighted him?
Testing the waters, I said, “Quinn?” and slipped the shower curtain aside just enough to see in.
“What the fuck?” Under a pounding stream of water, a fully naked Ten spun around to gape at me.
I screamed and lurched backward, tripping over the toilet and sprawling onto my butt onto the floor. The shower curtain flew the rest of the way open. I scurried upright, shoving Quinn’s shirt down to cover as much of my bare legs as possible.
“Blondie?” he screeched, only to cover his dick with both of his hands as my wide-eyed gaze landed on it without my permission. I slammed my eyes closed. “Oh my God, oh my God. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Spinning away blindly, I fled, running smack into the door before I patted my hands around, found the doorknob, and yanked it open to dart into the hall, only to collide with a huge, hard body.
I screamed again, not expecting anyone. But then Quinn’s smell reached me and instead of trying to escape him, I latched on and climbed up him, and clutched him gratefully.
“Wha...?” he started in confusion.
“I thought it was you,” I babbled. “You said you were going to take a shower. You said you were going to take a shower. Why weren’t you in the shower?”
He hugged me to him. “Ten was already in there, so I thought I’d start breakfast instead.”
I buried my absolutely mortified face into his chest. “Oh my God. I’m never sneaking into a bathroom to shower with you again.”
“You were...?” Before he could finish the question, the bathroom door slammed open behind me.
I clutched Quinn tighter and totally didn’t mean to blurt out, “Something’s wrong with his penis.”
“What?” a clearly confused Quinn said as Ten choked out a horrified growl.
“I’m sorry,” I said, still freaked out about everything that had just happened. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but...oh my God. It doesn’t look like yours. There’s this big, blood bruise-looking thing on it.”
“Blondie!” Ten cried in a strained voice. “Shut...up.”
I finally glanced back at him. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but he was still streaming wet. As I looked at him, though, all I could see was that huge discoloration on his junk.
“I’m sorry,” I said, genuinely remorseful for blurting what was probably something very private about his privates. “I just couldn’t keep it in. I tried. But…oh my God. What is it? Does it hurt?”
Quinn choked out a surprised laugh, while a blushing Ten slapped his palm against his forehead. “It’s a birthmark,” he gritted out. “Just a birthmark. Nothing is wrong with my dick. It doesn’t hurt. I’ve had it since birth.”
“It was big... I mean the bruise, not the penis.” When Ten buried his face in his hands and groaned in misery, I winced. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He lifted his hand. “Just...shut up. Please, for the love of God...stop talking.”
“I’m trying,” I cried, “But it was just so—”
He growled again and pointed his finger in a threatening manner. “You are dead to me.” He stalked toward his room, only to pause and glance back and point at me again. “You owe me breakfast for this. Eggs, toast, and bacon. Lots of fucking bacon.” Spinning away, he stormed off to his room, calling over his shoulder, “And Sunny D too,” right before he slammed his door, hard.
I looked up at Quinn. “I can’t believe I couldn’t stop talking. I feel so awful. I have to be the worst person ever. Did you see him blush? I can’t believe I made Ten blush.”
Instead of scolding me for my stupid, uncontrollable outburst, Quinn grinned. “You are so adorable.” He kissed me on the tip of my nose. “I love that you were the first person I’ve ever seen make my roommate blush.”
“It’s not funny.” I groaned. “I was completely insensitive and—”
“And you’re weren’t serious at all when you said you were never sneaking into my bathroom again to shower with me, right? Because honestly, as long as it’s me in there, and not Ten, you could sneak in every morning and I’d be perfectly okay with that.”
“Quinn!” My scold went unheeded though because he picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me into the bathroom, where we showered together.
After that, we finished breakfast together, making sure a mollified Ten got everything he’d ordered. When he finally emerged from his room, fully clothed, he cleared his throat, scowled at us and grumbled under his breath as he filled his plate and sat across from Quinn, pausing to glare at us every few bites. And he completely forgot to say thank you.
“It goes without saying that what she saw in the shower stays between the three of us...right?”
Quinn shook his head. “Why would I go around talking to anyone about your junk, man?”
Ten’s shoulders loosened, but when he looked at me, he narrowed his eyes. I lifted my hands. “Of course, I’m not going to say anything.” Why would I? I felt awful enough for the way I reacted; the least I could do was keep it private. “But I can’t believe word hasn’t gotten out before...what with all the girls you sleep with,” I murmured more to myself.
Ten winked. “I have my ways of keeping it under wraps.”
Literally, was my guess.
I shook my head. What a morning.
Mere months ago, I never would’ve guessed I’d be discussing a guy’s birthmark on his penis so casually and without wanting to die from embarrassment twenty minutes after seeing it. Oh, how the times had changed...how I’d changed. But I just didn’t feel so insecure and timid about everything, not when Quinn was near. And I wasn’t joking when I said near.
He didn’t let me sit in my own chair. Instead, he’d pulled me onto his lap and together, we ate off the same plate.
Ten watched us for a second, scowling and chewing befor
e he swallowed. Then he pointed his fork our way. “So…how long has this been going on? Last night was so not your first time together, because you wouldn’t be this familiar with each other yet. And thanks for letting me know you were already getting some, buddy. Make me feel like an idiot for trying to find you pussy when you were already—”
“Shh.” Quinn scowled at him and hugged me closer.
Ten rolled his eyes. “Seriously, man, you don’t have to mark your territory like that just because your girl accidentally saw my awesome body all naked and wet. She ain’t going to hop over here to ride the Ten Express.” Then he leaned in and winked at me. “Even though the colorful peckers like mine do feel better in you.”
“Cut it out,” Quinn growled, pulling his arms even tighter around me.
Rolling his eyes, Ten scooped up another forkful of his omelet. “Jesus, man. You make no sense. This one is a million times more faithful than that last one, and yet you’re already fifty times more possessive of her.”
If anything, that only made Quinn’s arms band tighter around me. “Don’t make comparisons,” he ordered softly.
“But they’re so obvious,” Ten argued. “This one is sooo much better.” Ten gave a low whistle as he sent me an appreciative look. “I mean, she—”
“Ten,” Quinn growled in warning.
His roommate sighed. “Just keep her out the bathroom when I’m showering, because too much more of that and I’ll just invite her in with me.”
“Oh my God.” I whimpered in complete mortification—because okay, I wasn’t totally cured from blushing just yet.
As I hid my scorching hot face in Quinn’s chest, he roared, “Enough.”
He surged to his feet, taking me with him.
Ten just grinned at us. “You guys are so fucking cute together. I love it. Congratulations by the way. You better name your firstborn after me.”
I curled my arms around Quinn’s neck as he carried me from the kitchen and back to his room.
