by Jewel E. Ann
Bloodstream by Stateless flowed from the speakers. Quinn took one more step toward me as he unbuttoned his shirt then tossed it on the floor. He removed a condom packet from his pocket and held it with his teeth as he removed his pants. After rolling on the condom, he went from slow and calculated to animalistic in a matter of moments. He pushed me against the wall and smashed his lips to mine as his tongue began it’s impetuous exploration. With his hands braced against the wall on either side of my head, he used only his torso and mouth to hold me in place. I gripped his firm biceps to steady myself then fisted my hands in his hair when he grabbed my leg and hiked it up to his hip. His other hand aggressively kneaded my breast before navigating to my sex. Slipping two fingers between my slit, he barely grazed my clit before I felt his fingers glide into my wet channel. A deep throb pulled at my core as my labia swelled. Quinn pulled his fingers out and immediately replaced them with his hard cock. He slammed into me then stilled for a brief moment before he pulled back and repeated. His fingers dug into my leg that he held firm to his hip. The calf of my standing leg burned as it supported my weight and absorbed the jarring impact every time he surged into me. His pace was fast and urgent; it felt like a race to the finish. Quinn took the checkered flag just seconds before I crossed the finish line. Neither one of us had spoken a word since I arrived. All that came out of our mouths were labored pants and deep moans. Completely exhausted, I dropped my head and bit his shoulder as my body came down from its intense orgasm.
After a few moments of standing still, clenched to each other, he relaxed his hold on my leg and eased my foot to the ground. I ghosted my nails over his back while he brushed a soft kiss over my swollen lips. His forehead drifted down to mine.
“Hi,” he whispered, offering the first spoken word since I’d arrived.
“Hi,” I breathed back.
He lowered to his knees, sitting back on his heels, and unfastened my shoes one at a time, rubbing each foot after slipping them off.
“You’re like my favorite dessert,” I confessed.
He looked up at me confused while he worked his magic on my sore feet.
“I crave you constantly, borderline addiction, but I fear the consequences of overindulging.”
Quinn stilled for a moment still looking down at my feet. Nodding, he pushed his body off his heels, straight up on his knees. He wrapped his arms around me and rested the side of his face on my abdomen. I leisurely combed my fingers through his hair, momentarily caught up in the tender moment.
Eventually he stood and pulled his boxer briefs back on then slid his white dress shirt on me, buttoning just the bottom three buttons. He reached for my hand and guided me up the stairs to a bedroom. Tossing back the duvet, he lay on his back pulling me with him so I was sprawled across his torso. My ear was against his chest, and as I focused on his heartbeat, I let my mind drift back to a time where the sound of that rhythmic pulse haunted me. Quinn pressed his lips to the top of my head, bringing me back to the moment.
“Whose house is this?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because I don’t think it’s yours.”
He chuckled. “What makes you think it’s not mine?”
“Everything. The location, the Queen Anne architectural design, the warm interior design, the wall art, I could go on forever. This is a family home. I expect a couple of kids to run and jump in bed with us at any moment.”
He didn’t respond.
“If you don’t say something soon I’m getting the hell out of here before your wife shows up.”
He wrapped his arms around me like I was his hostage. “It was built in the late eighteen hundreds, five floors over 8500 square feet of living space, six bedrooms, six baths, three half baths, elevator access, roof solarium and deck, natural hardwood floors with radiant heat, wine cellar, library, grand piano, chef’s kitchen, exercise room, custom built-ins throughout, et cetera, et cetera.”
“And your wife?”
He kissed the top of my head. “It’s my parents’ house … well, I guess my mother’s now.”
“You live with your mom?”
“No, I own a condo in Midtown.” He traced random figure eights on my back.
“Where is your mom?”
“After my dad died she went back to Spain with my brother and the rest of her family for a while.”
“Why are we here?”
The hand that traced my back paused for a moment then continued its doodling. “I have a friend staying at my place.” His words were not spoken with confidence, but more like he was testing the water with them. I decided to not push the subject anymore.
“I should not have said what I did to Olivia tonight. I was out of line.”
“You were honest.”
I laughed. “Yes, but that’s not why I said it.”
“Then why did you say it?”
Because it pissed me off to see her all over you and I wanted to put her in her place.
“I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure or you don’t want to tell me.”
Sighing, I quietly answered, “A messed up mix of both.” A big yawn escaped me while I waited for him to respond, but I wasn’t sure if he did because I fell into a peaceful sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
“Fate controls who walks into your life, but you decide who you let walk out, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.”
~ Unknown
I WOKE THE next morning feeling as though I’d slept forever. Quinn was no longer in bed, but I snuggled under the warm covers that smelled of him. Rolling over, I hugged his pillow and buried my nose in it.
“Lucky pillow.”
I jumped. “Shit, you scared me!”
Quinn was showered and dressed in dark jeans and a black button down shirt but it wasn’t buttoned. My heart was still racing from being startled and showed no signs of slowing down with him dressed like that.
“I was thinking of steeling this pillow so I could wake up to your intoxicating smell every morning.”
He crawled up the bed like an animal on the prowl and straddled me to unbutton his shirt I was still wearing.
“Sounds fair, since I will not be washing this shirt anytime soon.”
I started to slip my arms out after he finished unbuttoning it.
“Uh, uh, uh, leave it on. I’m going to make you sweat in it first.”
He pulled it open exposing my naked body then licked my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. A slow moan of pleasure escaped me while I arched my back up to him. He moved to the other nipple and repeatedly flicked his tongue over it before he sucked it in his mouth. The familiar heavy throbbing between my legs had me squirming. Cupped in his large hands, my breasts were hypersensitive to his every move. Each rub of his thumb and brush of his tongue sent a bolt of sensation directly to my sex. His hard body kept me pinned to the bed, making my excruciating desire almost unbearable.
“Are you ready to come, baby?”
“Yes!” I yelled
He absorbed my cry with his mouth plunging his tongue into mine. I tried to buck my hips to meet his, but I couldn’t reach. My body was hanging on the most agonizing edge. He ran his tongue down the side of my neck, across my collar bone, then down the middle between my cleavage.
“Mmm, salty sweat, you’re worked up just where I want you.”
He moved his mouth back down to my breasts and circled his tongue over the very ends again and again, kneading them with his hands until I lost it.
“Ahhh!”
Finally, he slid his middle two fingers down to massage my clitoris, milking the rest of my orgasm.
That morning marked yet another new “first” for me: orgasm by nipple stimulation.
How did he know my body better than me?
Moving between my legs, he shrugged off his shirt and unzipped his pants pulling them down to his knees. After rolling on a condom he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. I lifted my hips as he pushed into me.
/> “Damn, Addy, you feel so good,” he moaned.
I let him find his pace as I reeled from my previous orgasm. The sight of his hard body pushing into me and the raw emotions in his eyes reignited me.
“Fucking amazing! Me vuelves loca.”
His mouth got filthier the closer he came to finding his release. I squeezed him harder, meeting him thrust for thrust, until he stilled in release. I continued to push my hips into his, fighting for my second release. It wasn’t enough so I grabbed his hand and guided it between my legs.
His breathing was already returning to normal as he released his sexy laugh. “You want a little help here, baby?”
“Yes … touch me,” I pleaded.
Rubbing the pad of his thumb over my clitoris he gave me a second orgasm. My hips collapsed on the bed as Quinn leaned over me on all fours.
“I love that you’re such a greedy little minx,” he whispered close to my ear.
He plopped on his back beside me. We were both satisfied but looked quite disheveled. Quinn’s white shirt was still on my arms but wadded up at my neck, and his legs were tangled in his jeans, which were pulled down to his knees.
*
Quinn made breakfast while I showered. When I got out there was some lingerie, jeans, a sweater, and a pair of boots set out on the bed. After drying my hair and dressing I made my way to the kitchen.
“Hey, beautiful.” He smiled sitting at the table reading the paper.
“Hey there, yourself.” I took his paper and set it on the table then straddled his lap. “Thanks for the clothes. They look brand new. You must have invisible elves working for you.” I nuzzled his neck working my way to his earlobe.
“Mmm, something like that.” He ran his hands up my back under my sweater. “Just for the record, the prAna jeans are organic cotton, as is the sweater since I wasn’t sure if you were a wool wearing vegan. The boots are eco-friendly faux leather and some sort of non-wool.”
Unexpected. That one word encompassed all of my emotions for Quinn. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue along his bottom lip before teasing it between my teeth. “I stand corrected, Mr. Cohen, your attentiveness may have just elevated your status from acquaintance to friend.”
He moved his hands around to my stomach then slid them up to cup my breasts while slipping his thumbs inside my bra to rub my nipples. “Here’s the thing, baby, you can talk the talk, but your body doesn’t lie, and I can tell it has me elevated to a god status.”
I shoved his hands out of my shirt. “Don’t flatter yourself, which reminds me, do I want to know how you knew my bra size?”
He gripped the top of my legs and squeezed them. “Probably not. My elves also brought you breakfast in that bag.”
“You said you were going to make breakfast.”
“I didn’t factor in the absence of my mother in the house also meant no food.”
I pulled a large lidded cup filled with green liquid out and another smaller one with hot tea. I took a sip of the tea then put a straw in the lid of the green beverage and tasted it.
“Yum, resembles my Green Goddess smoothie. And Chai Tea?”
“Yes, made with coconut milk.”
“Well done, Mr. Cohen. What did you have?”
He wrinkled his nose and brow. “You don’t want to know.”
“Out with it. What animals were sacrificed for your breakfast?”
“Two baby chickens. I had a veggie omelet, no cheese, but I’m thinking of going to confession later.”
“You’re Catholic?”
A slight laugh vibrated from his chest. “My mother’s from Spain, so yes.”
“When’s the last time you went to church or confession for that matter?”
“Does this morning count? Because it felt like I was in heaven worshiping your beautiful body.”
I shook my head. “Ah, you’re smooth, real smooth.”
I moved off his lap to grab my phone and noticed the time.
“Crap, it’s almost noon. I have to get going. I have half the city to tackle today and I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Well, good luck. You should take a closer look outside.”
I walked to the french doors that led out back and was shocked I hadn’t noticed the massive amount of snow that had fallen overnight. “Well, your elves delivered my clothes and breakfast so they must be able to navigate the city well enough to get me back to my hotel. From there I can walk to the shops.”
“True, however, more snow is expected tonight and flights out of all three major airports have been canceled for today, and I’m guessing tomorrow isn’t going to be any better.” He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and bent down to kiss my neck. I leaned my head to the opposite side giving him better access.
“You may be right. I’ll just book my room for another night and settle in to wait out the snow storm.”
He worked his way up my neck sucking and nibbling on my earlobe.
“You think you’re going to just hang out in your hotel room for the next two days by yourself?” One of his hands dropped to cup my crotch rubbing the outside of my jeans while his other palmed my breast.
“Sure, I’ll order up room service, get out my vibrator, and watch some good porn.”
He flipped me around and pinned me to the glass doors with his body. “The hell you will. If you’re into toys and porn I can help you with that.” His voice was deep and rough.
The bulge in his pants strained against his jeans. I pushed him away and walked back to the table, leaving him to adjust himself. Sitting down to finish my smoothie and tea, I occasionally gave him a sideways glance. The truth, of course, was that I was kidding about the vibrator and porn, but his response was serious. My curiosity got the best of me as I wondered how he would go about “helping” me with porn and toys. It was, once again, another reminder that I knew very little about Quinn. The only thing I knew about his past relationships was none of them lasted longer than six weeks. How could I not wonder just how many “relationships” he’d been in? Or, if he was simply a man whore playboy bachelor. He was rich, off the charts in the hot and sexy department, enjoyed traveling and extreme sports—all swoon worthy qualities—and all that was before his god status in the bedroom. I fought to keep my brain from wandering, but I couldn’t stop the questions from popping into my head.
Was he into kinky BDSM? How many women had he been with? What did Olivia mean to him? I’d seen them together twice in the same week. Were those her nail marks on his back months earlier? How old is he? Who’s his friend staying at his place? How did he know The Sage belonged to me?
My head told me to keep a lid on it, but my mouth didn’t cooperate. “How old are you?”
He sat down across from me. “Twenty-five.”
My smoothie stopped midway down my throat and I started coughing.
“You’re twenty-five?” I choked out in shock.
A lopsided grin formed on his lips. “No, I’m thirty-four but your reaction was totally worth it.”
I squinted my eyes at him, not amused by his sense of humor. “How did you know my age or my birth date for that matter?”
“Jake.”
“When did you talk to Jake about me?”
“I stopped in one time when you were out.”
When was that? “So you thought it was okay to question my employee about me?”
“Yes.”
“And you don’t think that sounds a little stalkerish?”
“I call it research.”
The response left me wondering if I should have felt flattered or violated. “Are you into BDSM?” I asked, keeping my eyes glued to my drink.
This time it was Quinn who choked on his coffee. “Jesus, Addy, where did that come from?”
“Your comment earlier implied you are knowledgeable about toys and porn so …” I chewed the corner of my lip waiting for him to explain.
He stared down into his coffee for a moment. “I don’t know how to answer that, but I’m
sure Miss Photographic Memory-Summa Cum Laude has her own intelligent opinion, so let’s hear it.”
I knew Brent’s diarrhea of the mouth would get brought up again, and I sensed Quinn would be going on his own fishing expedition in the Adler Sea of Secrets.
“BDSM is a catch-all phrase for many aspects of sexual orientation and role play. You’ve exhibited characteristics of it with me when you’ve carried your already dominant personality over into the bedroom. You’ve used bondage with me and delayed sexual gratification to force me into submission, the B & D. It’s the sadomasochism, S & M, I haven’t seen … yet. I guess I need to know if what I’ve seen with you is everything, or are you just working me into floggings, spanking and whipping, suspension, wax play, and golden showers? Do you get gratification from inflicting pain, degradation, or subjugation? Is it your lifestyle?”
He rubbed his face with his hands.
“You’re the one who mentioned the toys and porn, and now I’m the one being interrogated about BDSM? Unbelievable.” He was trying to control his voice, but I sensed a hint of agitation.
“You asked me for my ‘intelligent’ opinion and I gave it to you, so unfortunately this can of worms has been opened and now I want an honest answer.”
“Have I experimented with different facets of BDSM? Yes. Is it my lifestyle? No. Do I like the dominant role during sex? Yes. Do I need it? No. Do I get gratification from inflicting pain? No. Degradation? No. Subjugation? Sometimes. As for your list of means of inflicting pain, the answer is no. Now are we done talking about this?”
If this wasn’t a lifestyle of his then why did he sound so annoyed by my questions? Why did I have to know?
“Yes.” I was relieved when I looked at him and saw the corners of his mouth turned up. “What?”
