Chapter 19 #3
My balls seize up, my cock throbbing and aching with the need to release as I pant into his mouth.
“I’m close,” he murmurs against my lips, the hand wrapped around my throat tightening slightly as he pumps his hips faster.
The back of my head connects with his shoulder, and I wrap my fist around his, helping him jack me the way I need to get me there too. Impending release barrels down my spine, and when Oakley pulls out and pushes me against the wall of the shower, I lose all control.
I barely have time to take over where he left off before cum soaks through my fingers, falling to the floor and washing down the drain at my feet. Oakley’s head lands in the crook of my neck, his teeth clamping onto my shoulder, and I know he’s not far behind me.
“Come,” I pant, my forehead pressed to the cool tile.
And he does seconds later, his release spilling across my lower back.
Marking me. Maybe even claiming me.
As much as I’d like to bask in this glow and not move for hours, I know there’s a good chance of someone coming to check the showers soon before heading out for the night. And I also know there’s exactly a hundred percent chance Oakley would never want them to discover us in here together.
So I peel my body away from his and turn to rinse his cum off my back.
He leans against the opposite wall to catch his breath, and I use the opportunity to ogle. Shamelessly, I might add.
“Guess we’re not very good at following our own rules,” I say with a laugh as the evidence of his orgasm washes down the drain at my feet. “Because I’m pretty sure we just broke every one we’ve set.”
When I glance up, Oakley’s studying me curiously.
“What?” I ask, suddenly a little more self-conscious.
“I…” He laughs. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wasn’t kidding. Fuck the rules. We should toss them altogether.”
Not what I was expecting. At all. But holy hell, am I down for more of what just happened in this damn shower. So much more, my entire body vibrates with need all over again.
Jesus, I’m such a slut for this guy’s dick, it’s insane.
And there’s one sentence I never once saw myself thinking, but here we are.
“Even the part where we don’t tell anyone?”
He bites his lip for a second, and I swear, he’s about to say yes. It doesn’t last long, though, before he shakes his head. “I think it’s safer if that one stays. But…fucking hell, I’m fine with doing whatever, whenever. Screw the before game only rule.”
“I like this idea. Especially if it involves more screwing.”
His eyes flare with heat, gaze tracking down my body and back up again before landing on where his teeth sank into my shoulder. Where I have no doubt he left a mark, the same way I did to him at one time.
“Now what? Admiring your handiwork?”
“No. I was actually just thinking…I definitely want inside that ass again. For real, next time.” A pause, then, “As long as you’re okay with it.”
“Okay with it?” I echo, swapping places with him and stepping out from under the spray. I grab my towel off the hook to dry off and glance back at him, surprised to see…he’s actually questioning whether or not I want more.
My arms cross over my chest. “I was literally just begging you to fuck me, and you think I’m about to call take-backs?”
He frowns, rinsing his stomach and dick off. “Really, Quinn? Take-backs? Are we five now?”
The grin that spreads out over my face when hearing the nickname can’t be helped. It makes me feel…weirdly affectionate toward him. Even after he just insinuated I’m a fucking kindergartener.
And he must be taken aback too, because he’s staring at me like I’ve sprouted two more heads.
“Why’re you smiling like that?” He waves his hand in front of my face, and it only makes me grin more. “Jesus, did I break you or something? If just the tip did this, I hate to see what you’re like after I fuck you for real.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Trust me, I can handle it. It’s just…” My brows furrow, and I lick my lips. “You called me Quinn.”
He frowns deeper before slowly asking, “It’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Not to you. You only call me de Haas. Or Quinton, sometimes.”
He’s silent for a moment, then his laugh sends cool shivers running through me. “Huh, I guess you’re right. Leave it to you to ruin my orgasm high by making me think about what I call you in the moment. Maybe I’ll go with asshole next time.”
I smirk, shaking out my hair. “Quinn’s fine.”
“No, no. I’ll think of something better. Something more creative.”
“I’m serious—”
“What about dickweed? That’s a great term of endearment, right?”
I let out a sigh and repeat myself, thinking maybe he’ll hear me this time. “You can call me Quinn, okay? It’s just that no one really does.”
“You’re telling me no one shortens your name to the most obvious option? Seriously?”
I shrug as I wrap the towel around my waist. “Yeah. I’ve always been an athlete, so it’s always been de Haas. Or some of my high school friends, like Hayes, usually call me Q.”
A low chuckle comes from behind me again, followed by kiss after kiss being peppered against the top of my spine. “Good. I don’t want to call you what everyone else calls you. Takes the fun out of it.”
“Oh, so you know what fun is now?”
He grips both of my shoulders and spins me around. “Yeah, I do. Because I had a ton of it a few minutes ago.”
“So that’s fun? I thought you said it was reckless. Or was it insane?”
“I called you insane. Which you clearly are, sneaking into my shower.” He pauses for a second, a smile sliding on his face before adding, “Babe.”
I burst out laughing, letting my face fall into his shoulder. “Please, just shut up. Before I make you.”
“Mmm.” He chuckles more, curling his hand around the back of my neck. “Then maybe you should kiss me.”
I can’t stop the way my heart ratchets in my chest when he kisses me instead.