Chapter Twenty-Six Isla
A fter Quinn and I were together for the second time, I found I needed a shower. I was also starving after not eating much at dinner. Quinn placed an order for room service while I got a shower.
The bathroom was just as posh as the rest of the suite. Since I hadn’t packed anything, I used the luxurious body wash and shampoo that the hotel provided. To my surprise, Quinn didn’t join me in the shower.
When I finished, I dried off and slipped into a plush robe. I came out of the bedroom to find Quinn on the phone, buck naked and pacing around. “I don’t care if it was allegedly in my best interest. You are never, ever to threaten Isla. Do you hear me?”
Wincing, I hated that he was angry with Callum because of me. Even though it was completely Callum’s fault, I didn’t want to be the one causing the fight. “Quinn,” I said softly.
He whirled around to stare at me. “I told you not to be mad at him.”
“He threatened you, Little Dove. No one does that. Not even my fucking brother.”
“I just don’t want to be the cause of problems between the two of you.”
“Don’t worry. There’s no problem. Isn’t that right, Cal?”
After hitting the speaker, Callum’s voice rang through the suite. “I’m sorry, Isla. I shouldn’t have threatened you. Please accept my apology.”
“I do.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Does this mean you guys aren’t fighting anymore?”
Both Callum and Quinn chuckled. “We’re always fighting, Isla. It’s the mad Irish blood in our veins,” Callum replied.
“Well, I don’t like disharmony in a family, and I especially don’t want to be the cause of it.”
“You aren’t,” Quinn assured me.
At the knock at the door, I realized room service had arrived. I motioned to Quinn. “Put some clothes on please.”
Callum’s chuckle crackled on the line. “Quinn, you randy fucker!”
With a smirk, Quinn replied, “I plan on staying naked as long as I’m in Isla’s presence.”
I threw up my hands in frustration. “Would you at least go into the bathroom so they can deliver the food?”
“Fine.”
Once Quinn was safely in the bathroom, I peeked through the hole to make sure it was actually room service. Considering Quinn’s line of work, I could never be too careful. After opening the door, the server pushed the cart inside. I signed the bill and left a ridiculously large tip before hustling the server back outside.
After the door shut, I exhaled a breath. “You can come out now.”
Quinn had ended his call with Callum. “Everything good with you guys?” I asked.
“We’re fine.” He bestowed a quick kiss on my lips.
To my surprise, he’d donned one of the robes. “What happened to staying naked around me?” I teasingly asked.
He flashed me a wicked grin. “The fear of spilling something hot on my junk.”
I laughed and followed him over to the cart. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had an appetite. While I devoured my pasta, I also took bites of the steak Quinn had ordered as well as the enormous pile of mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese.
When I couldn’t eat one more bite, I fell over on the bed. “I think I’m going into a carb-induced coma.”
“Tired, Little Dove?” Quinn asked as he joined me on the bed.
“Pleasantly.”
After grabbing the remote, Quinn turned on the TV. “Let’s let our food digest before I ravish you again.”
“Again?” I questioned incredulously.
He grinned down at me. “Do you object?”
“No. I’m just afraid I might not be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Then I’ll carry you,” he offered.
I threw my head back with a laugh. “You’d really do that?”
“Of course.”
Somehow I knew he was absolutely serious. It was a ridiculous turn on to have a man want to spoil you that intensely. In that moment, I wanted to turn the tables and spoil him.
With Quinn’s attention on the TV, I slipped out of the bed. After making a cup of ice from the bucket, I brought it over to the nightstand. I then untied the robe and let it fall to the floor.
The motion caught Quinn’s eye, and he flicked his gaze to me. A lazy smile curved on his lips at the sight of me naked. “What are you doing, Little Dove?”
“I’m going to repay you for all the pleasure you’ve given me.”
“Is that right?”
“Mm, hmm.”
“How exactly do you plan on doing that?”
“By giving you head.”
“Fuck yes.” He then stripped comically fast out of his robe.
“You don’t need a break?” I asked.
He glanced down at his half-mast cock. “You tell me.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“With you, I am.”
Since I couldn’t rely solely on my vanilla experience to please Quinn, I had actually done a little research on blow jobs. What I was about to do was one of the tamer suggestions I’d found.
Reaching over, I grabbed a small handful of ice from my glass. I popped a few pieces into my mouth. Bringing one between my teeth, I began teasing a slow trail from the stubble on Quinn’s chin, over his bobbing Adam’s Apple, down to one of his nipples. I then blew across the moistened skin.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, bucking his hips.
“Patience.”
“You’re a bleedin’ cock tease.”
With a giggle, I continued sliding the ice along his skin. Since I wanted him to know there was nothing about his scars that turned me off, I slid the ice down the left side of his chest. The cube circled his left nipple until it was hard and erect. Then I moved on to the right one, slowly circling the nipple until it puckered.
Quinn continued raising his hips, rubbing his enormous erection against my stomach. I pushed myself away so he could no longer get the friction, causing him to groan in frustration. Working my way slowly down, I trailed the remaining cube over his stomach, causing his muscles to clench under my touch.
As I gazed up at him, his chest expanded in harsh pants. Bending over, my hair fell into his lap as I raked my nails up and down the tops of his thighs. I pressed tender kisses along the taut muscles of his abdomen. Then I blew air over the trail of moisture.
“Fuck, Isla.”
“Do you want me to take your cock in my mouth now?”
“I’ve wanted you to since the night we met.”
I continued raking my fingernails up and down his thighs. “Have you thought about it when you jerked off?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Did it make you come so hard to think of fucking my warm, wet mouth?”
His eyes widened. “I’m going to blow my load just from hearing that come from your lips.”
I took his cock into my hand, causing him to hiss. “Do you like your good girl to say such dirty things?”
“I sure as hell do.”
“I can be your good, dirty girl,” I cooed as I jerked my hand up his shaft. My research had also included things to say that I never thought I possibly could. Somehow with Quinn they flowed from my lips.
“I know you can.”
“Open your mouth. Give me your tongue.”
Quinn thrust out his tongue, and I sucked it into my mouth just like I would his cock. He groaned into my mouth, which caused wetness to pool between my thighs.
After bobbing on his tongue, I pulled away to murmur against his lips, “Is this what you want me to do to you? Down here.” I wrapped my fingers tighter around his shaft.
“Fuck yes.”
Since all the ice had already melted, I put another cube into my mouth as I worked my hand over his erection. Once I swallowed the ice, I flattened my tongue against him, sliding from base to shaft.
Quinn shuddered and muttered something in Irish. Circling his cock, I continued licking him like a popsicle, while only letting my tongue give a teasing flick across the tip. Quinn’s hips jerked up, trying to wedge himself into my mouth.
After grabbing another piece of ice from the glass, I started licking and nibbling an icy, moist trail up the inside of one of his thighs while my hand rubbed a cube along the other. When I looked up at him again, Quinn’s jaw was clenched, and I could see the frustrated lust burning in his eyes.
I took pity on him by sliding only the tip of his cock in my mouth and suctioning it hard. Quinn cried out, his eyes rolling back. Letting him fall free from my mouth, I then blew across the sensitive head glistening with my saliva.
“Please, Isla, you’re killing me. Don’t stop sucking me off. Please.”
Just like Quinn said about me, my undoing came with hearing that word on his lips. With my hand, I stroked him hard and fast for a few minutes before bringing him back to my mouth. As I bobbed up and down at a frenzied pace, his groans and curses echoed through the room.
A sheen of sweat had broken out along his bare chest. “So good…oh Little Dove, I love your mouth.”
Changing up the position, I brought my fingers to his base. Twisting my hand back and forth like I was opening a bottle, I alternated between tonguing and hard suctioning the very tip. The saliva that fell from my lips, slid down his length, allowing my fingers to give him an even smoother swirl off my hand, as I pumped up and down.
As I pulled away, I said, “Doing this to you…it’s making me so fucking wet.”
Quinn’s blue eyes gleamed with lust. “Show me.”
After sucking him back into my mouth, I slid my hand between my legs. I thrust my fingers inside myself, causing me to moan. Reluctantly, I pulled them out and held up the arousal-coated fingers to him.
“Give me a taste.”
“But you just tasted me.”
“I’m starving for you.”
When I brought my hand to his lips, his tongue darted out to lick my fingers before he sucked them into his mouth. “Just as I thought. You still taste amazing.”
“You do, too,” I murmured, before I took him back into my mouth, grazing him lightly with my teeth.
Quinn began to lift his hips, thrusting his cock further into my mouth. My eyes watered when he bumped the back of my throat. “Is that okay, Little Dove?”
I hummed my acceptance around his cock. I could tell from the way his hands tensed at his sides that he wanted to bring them to my head. But he was worried about hurting my neck. I knew when I was healed he would fuck my mouth with no restraint.
Until then, I would take what he gave me as long as it meant we could be together. After a few more thrusts, Quinn began tensing up. “Oh fuck…oh yes!”
He arched his hips and tried to pull away from me, but I held his thighs. I wanted all of him tonight. When he came in my mouth, I continued sucking him until I swallowed all of him down.
After I let him fall free from my mouth, Quinn dragged me up to his chest to wrap his arms around him. “That was amazing. You are amazing.”
I grinned at him. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I fucking loved it.”
As his hand snaked down my stomach, I reached out and stopped him. “I can’t take one more orgasm until I get some sleep.”
He laughed. “All right, Little Dove. Get some beauty sleep because when I wake up in the morning, I’m planning on fucking your brains out again.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I drowsily murmured.
Completely spent from the sex and stuffed from the food, it wasn’t too long before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.