Chapter 18
18
QUIN
“Oh.” The amount of lube Matt drizzled onto my hole was nearly obscene. I hadn’t been expecting it—and really didn’t expect the warmth that teased my entrance.
“Getting you nice and wet, Baby Girl,” he murmured, and I luxuriated in the sensation when he fucked a single finger into me.
“That’s new,” I said.
“Warming lube.”
I snickered. “It’s always something with you.”
As much as he’d been ready to plow me, I could tell some of his protective instincts were still fired up because he wouldn’t have treated a virgin, who’d never had a cock in their ass, as gently as he was me right now. He drove me crazy by stretching me carefully, teasing my pucker, and I dug my fingers into the blankets underneath myself. The lube made me focus more on my rim than usual.
“Daddy, you can’t breed me that way.” I peeked over my shoulder at him, which had me swallowing. Matt was all beefcake. His arms were thick and muscular. His chest was wide with a smattering of dark curls. His thick beard made his lips look soft and kissable. The tattoos. I shuddered. They made him appear every bit as dangerous as he happened to be, yet he held back and treated me like I was special. His cock was flushed pink and red at the tip, standing at attention, ready to absolutely ruin my life in the best way. But instead of fucking me into the mattress, he was staring at my hole.
Did he need some encouragement? I squeezed around his fingers, and he smirked, glancing up into my eyes.
“You think I’m taking too long to breed your pretty pussy?”
“Mm-hmm.”
His eyes darkened until I swore I could feel the heat radiating from him to kiss along my skin. “I want you ready for the way I’m planning to own you. I’m going to fuck you until my cock hits the back of your tonsils,” he said, voice scraping low.
“Please.” I shuddered. “But, that would take some doing because I had them removed when I was a kid.”
He leaned back and laughed, fingers still buried in me, and some of the crazy tension from earlier broke. Just as I relaxed with my cheek nestled against the blankets in front of me, he eased his fingers free and slid forward. His thighs pressed against the back of mine before he used his knee to push my legs farther apart. I sucked in a deep breath as his thick cockhead battered my hole, and then he easily glided into me, filling me in a single flash-fire stroke.
“Yes!” My eyes closed and I couldn’t open them as he ground his hips against my ass, bottoming out in a delicious, nearly painful way.
Then, he hammered me.
There was something about how he was holding me and moving me around that made me feel like I wanted to put some power into the way I rocked back against him. Made me want to drown in testosterone. Maybe it was the fact that I’d recently been in the clothing I hadn’t worn in a long time—traditional men’s clothing—but I wasn’t feeling as much feminine energy as usual tonight.
My cock felt like a cock to me, and I wanted to jerk off. Unfortunately, I was too busy keeping myself balanced with the way Matt was pummeling me to think about reaching down there to do it. It was impossible. I arched my back and took the brutal pounding, demanding more, needing more.
“Daddy, what if I’m your boy tonight?”
He slowed but certainly didn’t stop, then picked up the pace, bouncing me against the mattress. Tension radiated off him—muscles taut and his cock a weapon—but before I could call out yellow or red and ask what was wrong, he growled and leaned forward to suck on my neck. A riot of sparks and need cascaded through me, making precum drip from my cock.
“But I thought you wanted me to breed you?” he rasped, then sucked on my earlobe, curling my toes.
“Oh, I want that. And since I’m not your baby girl right now, you’ll have to try twice as hard, won’t you? Put so much more cum in me. Fill me until it’s leaking out, then do it again and again. Otherwise, there’s no way your seed will grow you a baby.”
He chuckled. Maybe this would snap him out of the game? He kissed the back of my neck, then nipped across my shoulders. “I’ll fuck you ten times as hard as usual, and you won’t have any choice. My cum will sink deep inside you, and you’ll be knocked up with triplets. My sweet baby boy.”
Something about that idea—no matter what, he would still want to fire cum into me and knock me up—had me squeezing on him again.
“Motherfucking hell, Quin.” He grunted, then slid his hands along my arms to my wrists and held me down.
“Harder,” I yelled.
“Baby Boy, I can’t wait to have my cum leaking out of you,” he murmured.
I shuddered. Matt had shown he was willing to roll with me when we were on vacation, letting me call my cock my clit, and now that he was being flexible again, it made me want him more than ever. Heat rippled across my skin.
“You’re mine, Quin. Baby Boy. Princess. Wife. It doesn’t matter what’s going on with you. You’re mine and I’ll fuck you and breed you until everyone knows it.”
Moaning, I nodded and moved with him, rocking back on his thick cock. He shifted a little and smashed my prostate head-on, which had me yelling and trying to yank at my wrists. My cock jolted with pleasure each time he nailed me like that, making me feel as if the head was going to combust with bliss and drag the cum out of my balls.
“Let me jerk off, Daddy. You’re more likely to knock me up if I come when you do. Please, please, please,” I begged, trying to tug my hand away. His grip was unwavering.
“No, your dick belongs to your husband,” he snarled in my ear. “You’ll either come this way or you’ll let me take care of you when I’m done using this sweet asshole.”
His hands were steel, so I didn’t have much choice. I nodded. “Please, Daddy. Try your hardest. Breed your baby boy.”
“Fuck,” Matt snarled and stiffened, stuffing his cock deep in my ass. He twitched and pulsed inside me, and I could tell he was unloading. As he tugged out, he was still spurting seed, and he thrust deep again, obviously wanting his cum inside me so he could breed me. Leave a part of himself behind. The sensation of his cum splashing my rim before he plunged into my body had me feeling delirious. My hips rocked and moved, but he didn’t let me get the friction I needed to try to come.
“Please, Husband. Please, Daddy.” I moaned, but he didn’t let go of my wrists no matter how much I struggled.
He hummed, a wonderfully evil sound, directly into my ear. When he pulled out, I tried to move, roll over—anything—but he didn’t let me do it. I gasped when he gripped my waist with both hands and kept my ass in the air.
“If you’re going to get pregnant, you have to stay like that so the cum can soak in instead of running out.”
Heat clenched my belly until the muscles hurt. “Please!” My right hand tried to get down there, almost as if I wasn’t in control of it, but Matt slapped it away. The small reprimand actually stung. I was so strung out with need that tears ran down my face, salt painting my tongue and reminding me so much of the taste of cum that my balls twinged.
“Stay put, beautiful boy,” he said.
I was confused about what he was doing, but he flopped over onto his back and lay on the bed. I couldn’t see him, but he guided my hips down.
“Oh God.” I cried out when his lips closed over my cockhead. He slapped my ass. The sting made my cock jerk. I got the message loud and clear. “Yes!” I began to fuck his mouth.
Those soft lips were a miracle. The wet heat was perfect. Then, he sucked hard, and I trembled, already close to the edge. He slipped his fingers up and began to play with my asshole, which I loved, but it occurred to me that he was scraping the little bit of his cum into me that he’d lost on my skin earlier. He was making sure every drop that could be used to breed me was in my body.
“Husband. Matt! Oh.” I groaned low in my throat and my hips thrust fast and vicious. Matt didn’t go down on me a lot. Maybe I should be more careful? The second I slowed he slapped my ass with gusto, encouraging me, and I buried my cock between his lips, biting the sheet under my face as I unloaded into his mouth.
My muscles clenched before my body turned to superheated putty. It felt so good I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get off again. I must’ve emptied every drop of cum in my balls down his throat.
Matt rolled me to the side and slid up the bed, running his hand gently along my calf, thigh, hip, rib cage. He stared into my eyes, and a small smile in return was the best I could do.
“Was that good, baby?” he murmured. I could tell he was cutting off girl . He was so used to saying it.
I stared down at his cock and mine, both sated and softening. Whimpering, I buried myself against his chest, and he held me tight. Matt slid his hands down, one curled on the small of my back and the other on my left asscheek.
“Yes,” I said.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Any idea what makes you decide....”
“That my cock is my cock and not my clit?”
He grunted and kissed me again.
Snickering, I leaned back, and the genuine confusion etched on his face had me laughing harder. “No clue. None. If I ever figure it out, I’ll let you know.”
He cupped my cheek and kissed me. “You have class tomorrow, right?”
I nodded. “In the afternoon.”
“Then, let’s get to sleep. What do you think?”
Frowning, I glanced toward the door. “Should we check on Royal and Jackson?”
“They’re fine. If they weren’t, the Courtesan staff would’ve let us know.”
Sinking against his chest, I nodded. “Sleep now.”
He moved around and got us under the blankets and adjusted on the bed so that the pillows were under his head, all without any help from me whatsoever. This was bliss. Matt was the most amazing part of my life. We might have disagreements, we might be learning how to live in each other’s personal space, but the fact that he was always ready to flip on a dime and do what made me most comfortable in bed was perfection.
Maybe, at first, we weren’t on the same page, but I trusted him to take care of me in these intimate moments. And if he could do this?
We could work on everything else.
He loved me enough to try .
My umbrella nearly flipped inside out as I fought with it while schlepping along, book bag flung over one shoulder. My borrowed sneakers squeaked and my socks were already wet. I’d woken up this morning, and instead of tossing on a dress and full makeup, I’d found a pair of jeans and a shiny purple V-neck T-shirt that skimmed across my pecs and made my waist look tiny. There was no extra material. My lips were coated in a tasty watermelon gloss.
Another gust of wind snagged my hair and whipped it into my face, then behind me. My gray jacket flapped on one side like a broken bat wing. I cursed as the umbrella finally gave in and snapped backward, allowing the rain to slap me in the face along with the wind.
“I have it!” Matt startled me as he came rushing my way. He fixed the umbrella, then held it over my head, only to have the wind snag it again.
I was laughing and feeling like a drowned cat by the time we reached his Hummer. Jackson was in the front seat, but he hopped out and got into the back. I would probably be more energetic if I had run ten miles. With a chuckle, I rested against the seat and let my brand-new pink book bag, full of shiny books that cost a criminal amount to replace, drop between my legs.
Last night I’d been fine, but I had some bruises from rolling down those stairs to the beach in the dark, and I was feeling all the exercise I’d done in my thighs, especially since it was more than I typically did when I worked out with Morgan. The gray rain clouds didn’t show any signs of letting up and water hammered the windshield as Matt slid onto the driver’s seat.
“Thanks for the rescue.” I grinned at him, then leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. He hummed and licked my mouth, which gave me a delightful buzz in my stomach. “What are you doing here? We agreed I was going to get an Uber?” Quickly, I opened my phone to the app and canceled the ride I’d already ordered.
The expression on Matt’s face said it all. He didn’t scowl, exactly, but he glared outside the car like he thought someone might come and snatch me right out of the seat beside him. “Just wanted to make sure the heat was off. You never know.”
“Not many people look as good wet as dry,” Jackson said, leaning between the seats. “But you pull it off.” The flirty tone and smile were back, despite the bruises that littered his face—most from Matt.
“Some people never learn, do they?”
“Nah, not me.” He smirked, but it wasn’t as obnoxious as it had been the first time we’d met. “I am who I am.”
“What’s up?” I asked.
Matt put the Hummer in gear and joined the traffic streaming away from the school, then took my hand. “Royal needs a brace for his knee. The injury wasn’t serious enough to go chasing after one last night. We thought you might help with that since?—”
“I’m taking nursing classes?” I said with a grin.
Matt winked at me, and I giggled because while he might not notice, he and Jackson did sometimes have the same mannerisms.
“Sure. I don’t mind.”
Things were awkward after that.
Matt mentioned that the insurance adjuster was already at the house this morning and had called him while I was in class, and that the auto insurance adjuster had called about my car, too. They were going to pay us so I could buy another car. But he didn’t ask what type of car I wanted, and I didn’t know, so I didn’t say anything.
Jackson’s presence was a thick syrup suffocating us, and I kind of felt bad for him, so I turned in my seat and smiled. “I don’t want to be rude, but have you learned your lesson?”
He stared morosely out the window. “Who would teach me?”
I frowned at Matt, but he only shrugged.
“You won’t do anything like this again, though, right?” I pressed, not willing to drop the subject.
He grunted. “Well, I have to figure my life out. I don’t have a job, and I don’t have a multimillion-dollar payout coming in now. I’m sunk.”
“Aw, poor baby.”
He sat up and his mouth fell open as I shook my head.
Matt grinned.
Jackson stared between us, a scowl sneaking across his face.
“Listen,” I said, reaching back to snag his hand. I gave it a squeeze. Matt nearly drove the Hummer off the road, and I rolled my eyes at him. He didn’t say anything, but despite the entire awful mess, I needed to believe that we could fix this.
Matt could have his family.
“I’m listening,” Jackson said, smirking at Matt, whose ears were brilliant red at the tips.
“Life isn’t about money. My mother took me and herself all over the world for money. I lived on the beach near the ocean, in Paris, and for a while we were even in the Swiss Alps. But you know what?”
“Bet you’re gonna tell me,” Jackson mumbled as he gave me a wan smile. He leaned back and crossed his arms.
Deliberately holding eye contact, I kissed Matt’s cheek. “I’m happiest here in New Gothenburg. Money doesn’t mean much.”
“My brother’s not exactly poor,” Jackson snarked and rolled his eyes.
“No, but I don’t need to drain his bank account to be happy.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never asked Matt to spend money on me. He might do it because he wants to see me look nice, but that’s it.”
Jackson frowned and stared out the window, glaring at the storm.
With a shrug, I turned around in my seat.
Matt pulled into a parking spot at a pharmacy, right beside the automatic doors, and I hopped out, rushing inside. The air-conditioning hit me, and I shivered. My shirt clung to my pecs, and Matt grazed my nipple with his thumb as he came up at my side, smirking. The sight of his large hand on my chest had my cock twitching.
“Behave,” I murmured, then took off to find a knee brace. There were two different kinds, so I grabbed both. I wasn’t sure why Matt had thought I would know what Royal needed without ever setting eyes on his injury. Eventually, I found Matt in a well-stocked candy aisle.
“Bugs for my lovebug?” He held up a bag of chocolate ladybugs. They were cute with hearts on their shiny red tinfoil backs instead of dots.
“No! Let’s get peanut butter cups.” I pointed them out, and he grabbed them.
“Let’s get both. We’ll share with Royal,” Matt said decisively.
“And me?” Jackson smiled as he wandered over to stand a few feet away from us, looking adrift.
Matt rolled his eyes, snagged the braces out of my hands, and then took off toward the registers at the front of the store.
I walked beside Jackson to stand near the front doors while we waited for Matt. In the fluorescent overhead lights, he looked even more beat up than he had in the Hummer. Deep purple swirled around his eyes and the right corner of his mouth was a solid bruise.
“Why didn’t you disappear? Neither one of us was paying any attention to you. You could’ve vanished.” I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. “We would’ve gone back to the Courtesan and taken care of Royal.”
Pink brightened his cheeks. “Where would I have gone? I’m broke.”
“You can’t tell me you have zero contingency plans.” I rubbed my hands along my arms, still chilly.
He stared at his shoes and tapped the tips on the dingy white-tile floor. “Maybe I want to see if there’s someone in this busted-up city who can make me happy, too.”
Matt came toward me with the plastic bags looped over his wrist and stared me right in the eye as he unwrapped a ladybug. His tongue danced the chocolate out for me to get a good view of it before he devoured the tiny morsel. What would he taste like now? Sweet and delicious, I bet.
I licked my lips.
“There’s someone for everyone,” I breathed out to Jackson, then let Matt grab my hand and tuck me against his side as we left the pharmacy together.
Matt passed Jackson a chocolate ladybug, and that’s when I knew that despite everything, they would work out their problems. You didn’t quietly wish an enemy good luck.