Chapter 30
Cute? More Like Insane
Tripp
I’m dying to touch you again.
Today was torture.
Quinnie
I know. Edging was not on my list.
Are you touching yourself right now?
Not yet.
But now I’m thinking about number five.
I’ve memorized that kinky bucket list she finally gave me.
Number five: Get myself off while you watch.
And fuck, it sounds like pure torture—but the best kind.
I’ll be there in five minutes.
You’re gonna wake up Pops
I can be quiet...
But I’m not so sure you can.
Just text me when you get here.
I sprint down the stairs and grab the bag I prepped earlier and my keys from the counter. I’m out the door in under thirty seconds. All I want is to be near her—to see her, watch her.
Within minutes I'm pulling down the drive to Dawson Ranch, hoping Pops doesn’t wake up and ask why I’m here. I’m not sure I’ll be able to come up with a good answer, especially with my dick already straining against my jeans.
My balls have been aching since today in the mud. Her body sliding against mine—hot and slippery. I’m desperate to touch her again.
For old time's sake, I do something incredibly stupid and climb the tree beside her window. The trunk’s still slick from last night’s rain, and it’s definitely more difficult than I remember. But I manage, inching across the limb that stretches out over the porch roof.
It’s probably the dumbest thing I’ve done in years.
But I don’t stop.
My heart pounds as I hop onto the roof.
Finally.
It feels like it’s been weeks instead of days since I had her riding my face.
My dick twitches. I want to be inside her. Thrusting into her as her warmth wraps around my cock. I’m aching for it. But I’m nervous too.
It’s why I‘ve been holding back.
It’s been five years since I’ve had sex. And I‘m probably a little rusty.
Hell, I came in my pants the first time she rubbed herself against my cock. And that was when we were both still clothed.
I have no idea whether I’ll do any better now.
The idea of disappointing her stings.
I promised to help her—to be the one she could explore with. But now it feels like these are firsts for me too.
Like I’m just a teenager again, fumbling in the dark.
I exhale the nerves and tap on the window. I’m not worried about sex—not tonight. That’s not what she asked for.
She just wants me to watch her. And I can’t wait to see it.
Her startled eyes are wide when she slides the old window up to give me room to climb inside.
“What the hell are you doing?” she whispers.
I grunt as I crawl through the window, which is a lot smaller than I remember it being.
“I was trying to be cute going through your window like I used to,” I say.
“Cute? More like insane.”
I chuckle, running my fingers through my hair. “Admit it. You think I’m at least a little cute.” I hold my thumb and pointer finger an inch apart.
She steps toward me, fingers wrapping around mine to shrink the space between them. “Just a little.”
And then my mouth is on hers without ever making the conscious decision to kiss her. She winds her arms around my neck, and I moan at the feeling of her body pressed against mine like this.
She’s not even naked yet, but I’m already losing control—trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck, hands greedy on her ass as I back her toward the bed. It creaks under us, loud enough to earn a warning glare. It emits another loud squeak when I kneel between her thighs.
She shushes me, but her eyes are bright, and her smile is devious—like she loves this, sneaking around, having to be silent.
“Christ, you’re lucky you didn’t tell me you wanted me to fuck you in this bed,” I say, my hand trailing up the tank top she was wearing to bed. “There’s no way I could have been quiet for that.”
“I do want you to fuck me,” she gasps when I find her nipple and swipe my calloused thumb over the tight bud. “Just not here.”
“Where do you want me to fuck you, honey?”
Her laugh is soft and breathless. It’s the sweetest sound I’ll ever hear. “Everywhere.”
I groan. “Damn, Quinnie.”
“Tripp, I’m... fuck. I’m so...”
“You’re so what?” I ask, sitting back on my heels as my hands spread her legs wide. “Tell me, honey. I want to hear all those filthy words of yours.”
“I’m so wet. I’ve been a turned-on mess ever since I had you in my mouth yesterday."
“Did you get yourself off last night thinking of your mouth wrapped around my cock?”
“Yes.” She’s panting already, grinding on my thigh like she can’t help it, even fully clothed like she is.
Hell, I’m already so hard it hurts.
“Better take off all those clothes then, Quinnie,” I murmur, hands kneading her thighs. “Show me how you make yourself come when I’m not around to help you.”
Her breath hitches. She sits up and tears the tank top off, then slowly wiggles out of her shorts.
My eyes rake over her greedily—her perfect pink nipples, pert and tight, begging me to suck on them.
The skin on her stomach is silky smooth, the subtle dip of her navel making me want to lick my way down to that adorable tattoo.
I can barely contain myself as I take in her pussy—wet and pink—glistening with how much she wants this.
I want to dive between her thighs and never come up for air—drown in her taste—savor every fucking inch of her body. She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege of being in bed with.
And I don’t deserve her.
I know what she wants, though. And it’s not my tongue on her clit—despite the way it’s swollen and begging for my attention.
“Now you,” she rasps, pulling me out of my obsessive need to devour her.
My shirt hits the floor with a muffled thud. Her fingers find my tattoos, and she traces the ink with her fingertips as I thumb open the button on my jeans. I grip myself firmly, briefly easing the incessant ache as I stroke myself unhurriedly.
“Show me, honey.”
She opens her thighs wider and slides a finger inside herself, then adds a second without any preamble.
They’re shining with her arousal as she thrusts them slowly in and out, curling them towards her navel. Her other hand slides up to her breast, and she plays with her nipple.
Fuck.
Pre-cum leaks from my tip and I swipe it with my thumb, using it to coat my dick.
Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession, and she arches up to meet her hand.
“Beautiful. I could watch you like this all night.”
“Yeah?” she asks, smiling as she slows her pace, drawing out her pleasure. "You like watching me like this?"
I nod. “Fuck, Quinn. I’d kill to get a taste of you right now.”
She smirks. “No need to get violent. All you need to do is ask.”
“Please?” I beg, totally unashamed.
She withdraws her fingers and offers me her fingertips, nearly dripping.
I suck them into my mouth, groaning at the taste before I can stop myself.
“Shhh,” she whispers, grinning. “You’re gonna wake the whole ranch.”
“Can’t help it,” I murmur around her fingers. “You taste unbelievable.”
I shift my hand, pulling on my balls to keep me from getting ahead of myself. Her fingers disappear into her center again and my eyes linger where they meet her soft, pink flesh.
I spit into my palm, and her eyes go hazy as she watches me wrap my hand around my cock, giving it a firm stroke.
“You like it filthy, don’t you, dirty girl?”
She exhales a loud breath as she nods.
“That’s right.” My fingers dig into her thighs as I watch her circle her clit while her fingers are buried in her drenched pussy. “Say it.”
Her eyes meet mine, completely unabashed. “I love being filthy with you.”
Quinn has always been pristine. And the fact that I get to see this version of her—raw and uninhibited—is enough to make me want to come right here and now.
“Hell yeah, you do. Now play with your clit while your fingers work that perfect cunt. I want to see you come.”
Her laugh is breathless, but she does what I say, heels digging into the mattress, legs spread, while I watch her deft fingers move in tight circles.
I’m hard as stone in my hand, my pulse thrumming through my veins. My fingers tighten and move in time with hers as her skin flushes.
It takes everything in me not to beg for her to let me fuck her.
I was nervous before, but seeing her like this? I’m aching to be inside her. I want to do more than just watch her as I jerk myself off, because damn… I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my entire life.
Blond hair spills over her pillow, and her eyes find mine, glazed and heated from the pleasure she’s giving herself. Her breasts rise with every breath, nipples still glistening from my touch. I want to take every single piece of her and devour it. Cherish it. Own it.
But right now, I’ll settle for watching her fall apart.
The bed creaks beneath me as I thrust faster into my fist. Her breathy moans and the slick sound of her fingers working between her thighs nearly undo me.
“Give it to me,” she says. “I want you all over.”
My eyes widen at that admission. “You want my cum?”
“Yes.” She watches me stroke myself, curiosity and desire settling in her gaze.
“I’m gonna make such a fucking mess of you.”
“Fuck yes. Please.”
Those words have me unraveling.
Everything in me tenses, and I spasm, spilling all over her thighs, her stomach, her chest. My cum is everywhere. And she is such a fucking beautiful mess. Such a contrast from her usual, carefully put-together image.
Her fingers move frantically over her clit. Once I have my bearings, I slide my hand through my mess, painting her nipple with it. She explodes beneath me, biting her lip to keep from crying out, hips rolling into her hand. Her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat.
This is Quinn Dawson at her most real, and, Christ, I love it even more than I thought I would. I will never have enough. I’ll only ever want more of her. I’ll never want to quit Quinn.
But I know eventually I’ll have to. Because she deserves more than what I can give her here in this small town.
She was always made for bigger and better things.
She had big dreams and the brains to make it all happen.
And I’ll never stand in the way of her doing everything she was meant to do.
Because she is fucking everything. And she deserves nothing but the best.