by Amy Brent
I would have laughed if every thought, every atom of my body wasn’t focused on finding its way into her snug pussy. I wanted to feel her grip me tight as I fucked her senseless but a vindictive streak had me slowing.
My mouth found hers in the dim light as I dragged her to the closest surface. The kitchen table was the perfect height for what I had in mind. I nearly grinned as I started to strip her. Damned if I couldn’t give as good as I got. I was going to tease her until she was begging me to fuck her. By the way her lush body trembled underneath my hands, it wasn’t going to take long.
Piece by piece, I stripped her. First that fucking t-shirt, the one that had driven me nearly insane with peeks of the pale skin just above the waist of her low riding jeans. Those went next, tossed carelessly to the floor.
I had to bite my lip, forcing myself to take my time as I slid the fingers of one hand just inside the cup of her bra, easing my touch deeper inside until Quinn’s breath hissed out in a rush.
"Relax, sunshine." I said the words with a rough chuckle, "We've got all night."
“I don’t want to wait all night. I want you now.”
I could practically feel the impatient need in her voice, aching in the air between us and I took pity, quickly stripping off the rest of her clothes until she was as naked as I was.
“Give me your hand.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I realized what I was going to say, and I don’t know why, but just then it seemed like the most important thing that she reach out and slide her fingers into mine. She didn’t hesitate and I would have been worried at the surge of pleasure her innate trust in me caused, but I was too busy sliding my other hand down her bare body. I pulled her to the edge of the kitchen table until she was perched precariously, leaning back on her elbows as she stared at me hungrily in the dark.
I was shocked to find my own fingers trembling as I reached out and placed a feather light touch on each thigh. It was barely a touch at all but it was enough to have her legs opening for me and suddenly I was staring at paradise.
“Hell, Quinn. You’re so god damned beautiful.”
She grinned up at me, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I snorted out a laugh but it caught in my throat as one of her hands slid down across the dip of her waist until it reached her pussy. I stopped her, placing both of her hands back behind her on the table and piercing her with a sharp stare.
“Don’t move.” I whispered hoarsely, “If you move, I stop.”
“Move? What are you–.” Quinn’s words cut off abruptly as my own hand moved to the same spot, taking her place. I nearly groaned out loud as my fingers slid through the hot honey coating her thighs, her pussy. She was drenched.
"Jesus, sunshine. You feel so good on my fingers," I thrust one inside her as I spoke, shallow at first, teasing, "So wet. So hot. So fucking tight." I slid another one in with the first, two fingers filling her center as my thumb brushed feather-light circles across her clit. "I wonder how good you'll feel on my cock. How good your sweet honey will taste when I lick your pussy."
Quinn let out a whimper of need in the back of her throat and that breathy sound was all I need to have me bending down, my mouth covering her pussy as I ate her like a piece of ripe fruit. The sweetest peach I’d ever tasted in my life.
I lashed my tongue out, finding the sensitive nub of her clit and as I worked it, Quinn’s cries grew louder as her hips arched off the table. Instantly, I pulled back.
“Wait–. What are you… Why did you…” Quin couldn’t get the words out and I stare at her, my gaze taking in the sight of her flushed and spread open wide for me on the table. Like a feast just waiting to be devoured.
“I told you. If you move, I stop.”
“I won’t move. I swear. I won’t, just don’t stop. Please, Leo.”
It was that broken please that had me diving back down between her thighs. They trembled on either side of me as I licked her up and down, jabbing my tongue inside her pussy before working my way up to her clit and then back again. Over and over again until she was sobbing out her need in little pants above me.
“Please, Leo. Please make me come. I’m so close.”
"I know you are, sunshine," I whispered against her pussy, so sensitive now that my breath had her crying out weakly. To be honest, I was close to my breaking point too. The feel of her, so slick and hot, her taste still dripping from my tongue was driving me crazy. No more teasing. It was time to fuck her and give us both what we were dying for.
One hand held her in place at her hip as I worked two fingers in and out of her tight wetness. She tried to arch up off the table but I leaned forward, keeping her in place, unable to move, unable to lessen the onslaught as I shoved my fingers deeper and harder inside her.
Quinn threw her head back on a long moan as I felt her clamp down on my fingers but I didn’t stop, I didn’t slow down as I pushed her up and over the edge. Her climax wrecked me. I could feel of her coming apart on my hand but all I wanted was to feel that sweet cum drenching my cock.
Before she had even caught her breath, my hands grabbed hard at her hips, dragging her even closer to the edge of the table as I lined the head of my rock-hard erection right at the entrance of her pussy. I didn’t pause, just rammed home as deep as I could and fireworks erupted at the feel of her hot and so god damned tight around me.
It stole the breath from lungs. It made my heart race even faster until all I could hear was Quinn’s cries of pleasure and the sound of my own pulse pounding in my ears.
“You feel so fucking good, sunshine. You’re so tight. Jesus, so wet. So perfect.” I wasn’t even aware of the words coming out of my mouth. My entire world had narrowed to the single spot where I lost my body inside Quinn’s.
Then, I fucked her. Harder and faster, driving my cock deep inside her over and over in a frantic rhythm that had my balls drawing up and my whole-body tightening. I fought to keep my orgasm at bay. Damned if I would come before I felt Quinn shatter with my dick buried deep inside her.
Wait. Wait. Wait. The words were like a mantra that I clung too as Quinn’s hitched her hips to meet mine with every thrust. Sweat dripped down my brow and I was sure I wasn’t going to last but then I felt it. Quinn suddenly froze underneath me, her voice hoarse and broken as she opened her mouth on a cry.
“Oh, fuck. Leo, I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming. Leo.”
I couldn’t tell if it was the exquisite pressure of her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice or the sweet sound of my name falling from Quinn’s lips that had me coming and I didn’t care.
With a curse, I slid as deep as I could go, our bodies melding together as I jerked, cum shooting straight from my balls, filling Quinn with every drop that I had before collapsing on top of her.
It took long minutes for me to get my breath back and calm my racing heart. Jesus, I hadn’t come that fast since the first time I’d tumbled my high school girlfriend Pamela Jenson in the back of her dad’s truck. I let out a hoarse laugh. Quinn made me feel like a fucking teenager.
Her laughter joined mine and I glanced up at her, suddenly afraid she could read my thoughts. It was ridiculous, I knew that, but I relaxed only after she spoke.
“Will we ever make it to the bed?” She joked, her light green eyes filled with warmth and laughter and I shot her a greedy grin, my body already responding again to the invitation in their depths.
“There’s always a next time.”
Chapter 7
Quinn
I blinked my eyes open slowly, the dream of my childhood still lingering in that fuzzy way that dreams did. Nothing specific, just vague images and muffled sounds. But I remembered the smell. Lavender and something sickly sweet that I wouldn’t learn until I was older was the smell of the drugs. The way my mother always smelled when she’d give me a hug as a child.
It took me a moment to remember where I was as I turned my head on the pillow but then I smiled. I was in a bed. Leo's bed. We'd finally ma
de it there last night. Eventually. My body was sore as I stretched but sore in a good way. Sore in a way that reminded me of exactly what we did last night to put those aches and pains there.
A buzzing interrupted my reminiscing and my smile dipped as I grabbed, still uncoordinated with sleep, for my cell phone.
“Damn it, Jonah.” Six missed calls, and if I missed my guess, several very angry voice messages to go along with them. For a second, I considered calling him back but I didn’t want to talk to him, not after the argument the day before. With a sigh, I let myself fall back on the pillow, Leo’s spicy, masculine scent rising up to surround me and suddenly that smile was back.
I was happy. Despite everything, the failure of flunking out of college and the embarrassment, the bombshell about my parents and the property, I was happy. And I knew it was because of Leo. I didn’t want anything to dim the glow that was filling me up from the inside, and the fastest way to do that was talking to my overprotective older brother.
The smell of something sweet and delicious wafting from the other room interrupted my thoughts, drawing me from the warmth of the blankets and I hastily grabbed a large t-shirt and threw it on. I looked down, realizing it was one of Leo’s, the bottom hem barely skimming the tops of my thighs but shrugged. It would take me too long to discover where he’d tossed my clothes the night before. Probably still littering the floor in front of the door.
That smile was back at the thought but I wasn't even aware of it as I made my way to the kitchen, pausing for a moment as I drank in the sight. Leo stood with his back to me and I got a good look of just how broad those shoulders of his really were. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his thighs and my smile grew into a wicked smirk as my gaze traveled lower, tracing every muscled inch of his body.
“Sexy as hell, and can cook?” My voice was hoarse with humor and desire as I spoke, “There must be a god after all.”
He shot me a lopsided grin over his shoulder before turning back the skillet in front of him. "Wait until you taste it before you pass judgment. I'm not exactly known for my culinary talent."
“I’m sure it will taste great. I’m starving.” I wrapped my arms around his bare waist as he cooked, laying a soft kiss against his shoulder before my eyes landed on the cup of coffee steaming on the kitchen counter. I reached for it like it was a bar of gold, and to me it was. Liquid gold.
“Hmm. Delicious.” I hummed happily in the back of my throat after taking a sip of the hot coffee. Leo rolled his eyes but there was a good-natured humor shining in their dark depths as he chastised me.
“That was mine, you know.”
"Keyword there being was.” I grinned at him from behind the mug before taking another sip. Just then my stomach growled, loud and hungry, as I eyed the pancake batter that Leo was pouring on the hot skillet.
"I really am starving," I said, practically drooling although I wasn't sure if it was from the smell of the pancakes filling the small kitchen of the sight of Leo, bare from the waist up. My fingers trailed along the muscles of his back, unable to stop their foray as they moved up and down. Exploring every dip and valley before sliding lower.
“If you don’t stop that I’m going to give you something else to fill you up,” Leo growled and the words had desire flooding my center and coating the inside of my thighs.
I looked up at him, knowing full well that my need was written plainly on my face but I didn’t give a damn. All I wanted was him.
“Is that a promise?” The words fell out of my mouth without a moment’s thought and I watched Leo’s dark gaze flare with heat. He stalked towards me, his jaw tense as he took the coffee mug from my suddenly numb fingers and placed it on the counter with an audible noise.
"It's more than a promise, sunshine, and I always keep my word." He grinned suddenly, fast and deadly, and the rapid-fire change had the breath catching in my throat, "That's why I never make any promises."
“Except for this one,” I teased and his grin widened wolfishly.
“I told you sunshine, that wasn’t a promise.”
“Oh yeah? What was it then?” He was right in front of me now, so close that his bare chest brushed the soft, thin material of his t-shirt, the only thing separating them.
“It was a threat.”
“Really?” My pulse raced as he closed the small distance between us, back me step by step towards the kitchen counter at my back. “I don’t feel threatened.”
“What do you feel, Quinn?” Leo rasped the words like hot honey against my ear, drawing sweet kisses and sharp bites down my neck.
“I feel wet.”
Leo hissed in a sharp breath at my words and the next moment he was moving. His strong arms lifted me up onto the edge of the counter, pulling me close until I had to cling to him to keep my balance but it just made the desire swirling inside me burn even hotter than before.
His fingers skimmed up my bare thighs, pulling up the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing right along with them until the fabric was pooled around my hips.
“Damn, sunshine. You drive me crazy.” Leo growled. I opened my mouth to respond but all that came out was a gasped moan of pleasure as he dipped two fingers into my wet and ready pussy. I could feel the shockwaves roll through my body as he thrust in and out, changing his angle so he could rub over every sensitive nerve ending deep inside me with each movement.
The callused pad of his thumb found my clit and worked in tiny circles until my breath was panting fast and sharp out of my lungs. Now, he was the one driving me crazy. As good as it felt to have his fingers inside me, I needed something more. A deeper, razor-sharp need that had me clawing at his back and wrestling the boxer's down his hips until there was nothing left between us.
“Fuck me, Leo,” I panted the words on a pained moan, “Fuck me now.”
My words were all the impetus he needed. In one smooth thrust, Leo slid his big, rock hard cock all the way to the hilt. Stretching me, filling me, stuffing every inch my aching pussy as I trembled in his arms, adjusting to his size. I threw my head back, my mouth open in a wordless cry of ecstasy as waves of pleasure rolled through me, making me drunk on him.
He stayed like that for a long moment, standing still as we both reveled in the incredible sensation of our bodies joining together. But before long, the need for more reared up again, drawing my hips up towards his, searching, begging, demanding.
“Jesus, you’re so tight, sweetheart.” Leo’s words were a backdrop to my pleasure as he murmured against my cheek. Sweet words. Dirty words. They sent me spiraling even higher as he began to rock his body against mine, finally giving me the deep, hard thrusts that I so desperately needed.
“Yes, just like that. Give it to me just like that.” I was incoherent, the words spilling from my lips only to be swallowed down as Leo leaned forward to capture my mouth with his. His tongue thrust in time to his cock, each ramming inside me with the same rhythm that grew frenzied.
I could tell he was close and I wanted to feel him come. To feel him explode inside me. It would push me over the edge right along with him. I knew that. And fuck, I wanted it. All of him. Drenching me in his cum.
“Harder, Leo. Fuck me harder.”
"Holy hell, Quinn." His voice was rough but he followed my command, his hips moving like pistons as his cock slammed deep inside my pussy in quick bursts. Every nerve ending was on fire, crying out for a climax but still, I stayed there, burning up with need, so close it hurt.
One of Leo’s hands trailed down between our bodies as other held me steady as he pounded into me. His fingers just brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves of my clit. Once. Twice. It was the final push that I needed to send a powerful orgasm ripping through me.
I threw my head back, screaming out Leo’s name as every muscle inside me tightened, gripping his cock in a vise-like grip as he drove my pleasure even higher, wrenching every ounce of ecstasy that he could get before freezing, growling out his
own climax as he came.
“Fuck, sunshine.” Leo rested his sweat-soaked brow against my own with a gravelly chuckle. I joined in, laughing weakly as my arms fell bonelessly to my sides. I was so wrapped up in my own glow that it took me a moment to realize what I was smelling.
“Burning.”
“Hm? What was that?” Leo gave a confused look through half-shuttered eyes.
“Burning. I smell something burning.”
His dark eyes widened comically as he shot a distraught look behind him. “Shit, the pancakes.”
I was still laughing as he rushed to the stove and the smoking contents of the skillet.
***
Leo
I took another bite of the burnt pancake and grimaced at the slightly acrid taste but damn if I didn't regret a single moment with Quinn, even if it did result in a nearly inedible breakfast. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, watching the way she inhaled the steam from the ceramic coffee mug clutched in her hands. Her green eyes closing in pleasure. My coffee. But I didn’t say another word as I watched.
She savored every moment, seeming to squeeze every ounce of joy that she could from even the smallest thing. A cup of coffee. Burnt pancakes. A single kiss. It was something I had noticed from the first. And admired, even though it was the opposite of the way I operated. She held nothing back.
