Chapter 24
Chapter
Twenty-Four
QUINTON
Iwake up in the wee hours wrapped around Celeste. It’s still dark outside.
Good.
A few hours before Maise gets up. A few hours to devour this beautiful woman and have her screaming my name.
Well, maybe not screaming—unless we want to be disturbed . . .
I slide my arm from her body. She murmurs but doesn’t wake.
Shuffling my way backward under the sheets, I plant myself between her thighs. And fuck. Even though I thoroughly destroyed her pussy last night, I am suddenly desperate for it again.
Palming her thighs, I dot kisses around her pretty little clit.
She wriggles, a little moan drifting under the blanket as she starts to look for me. “Quinnie?”
“Yeah, baby.”
She moans, her thighs falling open wider.
Hell.
Said it once, I’ll say it again. This woman is fucking perfect.
“Good morning.” I run my tongue through her center.
Her head tilts back on the pillow, hands hunting over the sheet for something to hold. I slide my hands under hers, and she grips tight instantly.
“God, you feel so good,” she rasps.
I suckle her clit before lapping at it with my tongue. Her hips roll, chasing the friction my mouth gives.
Greedy little woman this morning.
Good.
I don’t plan on being any less needy. Now that we have discovered this thing between us, I don’t know if I will ever be able to stop.
Fuck, I don’t wanna stop.
With a nip to her sensitive bud, I retract a hand from her hold and slide two fingers inside her.
She bucks against my hand, and the blankets fall away. The first splinter of winter’s morning light pierces through the snow-rimmed window. And in the golden glow of the sunrise, Celeste spread wide and bare on my bed is too much. And not fucking enough.
I groan, sweeping through her center before tugging hard on her clit.
“Oh god, Quin,” she hums.
But when I clamp down around her and suckle, she sits up, hands tugging at my jaw until I’m looking up at her.
“Move, sweet man.”
I’m on my knees a beat later, and her hands are planted on my chest, pushing me back onto my heels. Celeste straddles my lap, wasting no time as she sinks onto me.
The groans that leave both our mouths clash, sending the heady sound around the room. Buried to the hilt with Celeste wrapped around me, my movements are restricted.
She plucks my bottom lip with her teeth before taking up the rhythm between us. And fuck . . .
“Good morning, Quinnie.”
The lazy smile that grows over her pretty damn face feels like home. She feels like home. The very sentiment we shared last night.
“Morning, baby.”
Her hands are in my hair as I drop my mouth to her peaks. Her pussy strangles my cock even harder as I lick, suckle, and bite her closer to ecstasy, one peak after the other.
“Fuck. We’re starting every day this way. That’s my new Christmas wish.”
“You only get one, mister, and you already used it,” she coos.
“Says who,” I growl.
“Me. But since we’re negotiating, I guess another one won’t hurt.”
“If this is how you negotiate, Celeste, I’m fucked.”
“It appears so,” she says with a giggle, her chest bouncing in my damn face. Torturous little woman.
Her dark hair falls over her shoulders and curtains her breasts as she leans forward and claims my mouth.
I pry her open, my tongue taking over every inch of her. She rises and falls so slowly, eliciting a heady groan.
As she breaks from my kiss, head falling back, I seize a hard peak between my teeth and bite down. She jerks, and it’s like fucking heaven.
“Ah, god.” Rolling her hips, her breath stalls out.
“You like a little pain?” I grind out around her nipple.
A sweet moan slips out before she utters, “I like everything you do to me, Quin.”
Christ.
The caveman in me rises to the surface quicker than I can restrain it. And when she slides a hand behind herself and traces a fingertip over my balls, my restraint snaps altogether. I slap her ass, hard.
She rocks into me with a harsh gasp.
“My turn,” I growl, manhandling her as I rise and move from the bed, crossing the room until she’s perched on the low windowsill. Slamming her into the cold glass, I spread her thighs wider still, gripping her hips with one hand and curling my fingers around her neck with the other.
Pulling out slowly, I snap out, “Watch.”
Her gaze drops to the place we are connected. Where my hard length penetrates her soft, wet cunt.
It takes my fucking breath away.
“We fit so damn perfect, Celeste.”
I rock into her, sending a hand to tease that little nub of hers that has her all worked up. A strangled whimper leaves her throat.
She arches off the glass.
My hand slides from her neck to one breast in a punishing grip, flicking the nipple with my thumb. My nail scrapes the tender peak with every pass.
She grips the side of the window frame.
I pick up the pace, but the glass groans with the force. With a growl, I tug her onto my waist and pad from the window.
“Where are we going?” she breathes.
The fireplace is all but out. I kneel on the floor and grab the poker, sending embers into the chimney. I toss on another two logs as she kisses and nips my neck, my jaw.
“Hurry up, sweet man. I can’t wait. I don’t care if we’re cold.”
“I care if you’re cold, baby.”
Plus, I intend on fucking her on every surface and fulfilling her Christmas wish. Even if it takes weeks.
Fuck, I hope it takes years.
When I have reasonable flames leaping from the hardwood logs and kindling, she’s all but frantic. Suckling, touching. Hips wiggling in protest of the intermission.
“You’re an impatient little thing, baby.”
“You not moving is torture,” she whines.
I chuckle, and she narrows her eyes as she wriggles her hips.
“You want everything I got?”
“Everything. As much as you’ll give me.”
Everything may tak—
She rises on her knees now, leaving me reeling in the wake of her fluttering pussy. When I slip from her wet entrance altogether, it’s too much.
“No,” I growl, grabbing her arm before she can rise to her feet.
Where the hell does she think she’s going?
But when she turns back, a wry smile on her lips, I realize I’ve been played.
“Fucking brat.”
She simply sinks to her knees, giving me her back. When she sweeps her dark hair over one shoulder to expose her spine and cants her ass, I can’t—
“Fuck me, Quinnie. I’m not playing anymore,” she rasps.
Hands snatching hips, I push her face into the rug as I nudge her knees wider. She turns back, that bottom lip tugging inward between her teeth. I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock.
She wants this badly, so I’ll make her wait.
Slick need coats her thighs, and I almost give in to her desperate little whimper. Almost.
But as the room gets brighter by the minute, I realize our window is closing faster than I would like. I slam into her. She cries out, legs spreading wider, ass canting up further as if she needs me deeper.
I pull out and slam into her again.
Her hand reaches back, hunting . . .
I bundle her hair in my fist and tug her head back. She rises halfway up, suspended midway by my hold on her hair and held down by the angle she’s using to push back onto my cock with every lazy stroke I give her.
The fire warms us. Sweat trickles down my spine as I power into her.
Her body trembles as it takes mine. The soft, tight walls of her pussy flutter, and I send my fingers to find her clit.
“Come on, baby, keep granting my Christmas wishes. Come all over my cock. Strangle the fuck out of it.”
“Quin. Oh my god.” She rises a little further, the angle changing enough to elicit sparks of electricity through my core and along my limbs.
My pace quickens as I swirl my thumb around her nub, sending her shaking against my body. She’s barely breathing.
I thrust up into her hard, intensifying the depth and pace. She falls against my chest, bucking as she clamps down around my cock in vicious, beautiful waves.
I loose my hold on her hair and grip a breast, pinching the nipple as I press wet, open-mouthed kisses just below her ear. “Fuck, CC, a man could die from this much . . .”
Her waves double down, my knees nearly buckling.
A low growl leaves my chest as my release chases hers. And when I shoot ropey lengths of seed into her, I bite down on her shoulder to muffle the moan that would wake up the entire house.
A breath later, fine hands weave into my hair, turning my head until my mouth is pressed to hers. Still inside her, I kiss her like it’s the first time we’ve touched.
And when she puts just a little space between us, her big brown doe eyes meet mine and she whispers, “Best Christmas wish ever, sweet man.”
Our clothes are barely on when the door rattles. Fuck, that’s right—I locked it last night. Good thing, since Maise apparently woke up with the damn birds.
I wait until CC is dressed and snuggled up in my bed before padding to the door to open it.
“Daddy, I heard CC.” Hand on her hips, she scans the space behind me until her eyes land on Celeste in my bed. “Hey! You had a sleepover without me?”
She pushes past me, flying into the bed and curling up next to CC.
“Morning, sweetheart,” CC says, dotting a kiss to her hair.
Maise rolls to face her. “How come you didn’t invite me?”
“Oh, well.” Celeste glances at me then returns her gaze to Maise. “I was kind of scared in my house all by myself, and your daddy said I could sleep here. Sorry, Maise. You were already sound asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Alright, that’s okay.” Maise tucks her hands under her head. “But next time, I’m coming.”
I pad to CC’s side of the bed and lead down, kissing her cheek. “I’ll make the coffee.”
Her hand catches my wrist as I go to leave. “Just five more minutes?”
She wants to snuggle . . . All three of us?
Maise laughs. “Lady, you have it bad.”
I try and fail to tamp down a chuckle as Celeste tickles Maise.
“I’ll have you know, your daddy is one of my favorite people.”
I swallow past the growing stone in my throat.
“And me too?” Maise asks.
“You too, my sweet.”
I leave the two gigglepots in the warmth of my bed and head downstairs to fetch the coffee. When I make it back upstairs with a tray of caffeine and various breakfast foods, they are sitting up on the bed, braiding hair.
“Oh! I need clips!” Maise rushes from the bed and from the room as I set the tray on the bedside.
“I think that went okay?” Celeste gives me a cringy smile, like she’s not sure how to act after almost being busted by my daughter.
“She’ll get used to you being here. Maybe she’ll even knock next time.”
I sink onto the side of the bed.
“You think so?” CC’s face brightens.
“She’s already got a vision board with you on it, baby. You did that.”
“Oh, really. Like we’re BFFs or something?” She smiles.
A choked sound catches in my throat. “More like a . . . mother.”