20. Quinn
CHAPTER TWENTY
quinn
I like him.
More than I should for a fake boyfriend. He makes it so easy, and without sounding vain, it’s obvious he likes me too. We started this out as practically strangers and in such a short time we’ve become so much more. He has more self-control than I do, and I have to respect that and his wish to keep things neutral. Even if his words are in conflict with his actions.
As I settle into bed, I allow the memories from today to calm my racing heart and try to convince myself there isn’t more going on between the two of us.
I’m just about to turn off my bedside light when there’s a knock on the door. My hand hovers over the switch as I think about what to do. It’s clearly Graham , but after our talk in the kitchen, I don’t know what’s left to say.
I climb out of bed, readjust my tank top, and walk to the door. When it swings open, Graham has his fist poised, ready to knock again. He looks…determined. To do what, who knows, but I keep the mood light.
“ Hey , did you forget something?”
“ Yes . This .”
In the blink of an eye, he’s over the threshold, in my space, and on me.
There’s not an inch of space between us as he bends down, crashes his lips to mine, and makes me forget everything. He takes advantage of the gasp I make, and his tongue plunges into my mouth, demanding access. The taste of him a high I’ve been desperate to experience again.
Graham isn’t just kissing me; he’s owning, devouring, treasuring me.
He walks us farther into the room, the door left wide open, and all sense forgotten.
“ Graham ,” I breathlessly whisper against his lips, but I don’t tell him to stop as he palms my ass over my sleep shorts. “ What are we doing?”
He pulls away, the tip of his nose brushing mine. “ Not fighting this anymore. I can’t do it, Quinn , I’ve tried. Needing you is like needing air.” His hand tangles in my hair as he looks down at me intensely. “ If you’re not okay with this, tell me, and I’ll go.”
It doesn’t really answer my question, or maybe I should have asked, What does this mean for us afterward?
The microscopic part of my brain that tells me to think this through, to slow it down, is overshadowed by the louder part of my brain. The part that has me whispering, “ I’ve wanted this for a while.”
He’s crushing his lips to mine again before I’ve finished speaking. We step back, clinging to one another, and I expect him to push me onto the bed, but instead he hoists me into his arms, and I automatically wrap my legs around him. Had he not thrown me on the tire swing the other week, I would have argued I’m too heavy.
Our tongues continue their dizzying duel and at this angle, I’m able to grind my throbbing center against hishard length concealed by the thin material of his shorts. Still shirtless, I have the perfect opportunity to explore his warm skin; tracing the muscles on his shoulders and back.
I almost knock his glasses off his face when I run my hand across his neatly trimmed beard and up into his hair, gripping the strands tight to deepen the kiss. It could be minutes; it could be hours. Time doesn’t mean anything when we’re together like this.
Graham breaks the kiss, but my cries of protest are silenced when he nuzzles his face into my neck, his beard tickling and overstimulating my heated skin.
“ Quinn , you’re killing me with these little hip movements.” That only makes me grind down harder.
“ I need this. Need something,” I whine.
“ I’ll give it to you. Whatever you need.” With a deep breath, he tightens his grip on my ass, sure to leave bruises that I’ll wear like a badge of honor. “ Can I taste you? Before anything, please let me taste you.”
A chill of excitement causes goose bumps to erupt over my body, my hardened nipples rubbing painfully against my tank top. Heat floods my veins, running straight to my core where I’m already soaking.
No one has ever done that before. He hasn’t even touched me yet and I already know it’s going to be an experience that triumphs all my others. Previous partners have either been uncoordinated or short and sweet.
“ I want that.”
That’s all the permission he needs, because before I can take my next breath, my back is bouncing off the springs of the mattress as a version of Graham I’ve never seen before towers over me.
Hungry . Powerful . Assertive .
Those little pockets of confidence I keep seeing from him are nothing compared to the man looking down at me possessively. The rise and fall of his chest, the messy hair, and the way his eyes eat up every inch of my body has him looking rogue.
I very much like this version of Graham .
“ You’re talking out loud again.” He chuckles deeply.
I huff a laugh. “ I do that a lot around you. You have that effect.”
“ You have no idea the effects you have on me, though, do you?” he asks, strolling closer.
My eyes drop to the impressive bulge between his legs. “ I have some idea.”
“ That’s just one of many.” He lowers his hand and palms his erection. “ Are you sure about this, Quinn ?”
My legs hang over the edge of the bed, feet swinging, hands propped up behind me as I watch him unabashedly. Nodding my head, I hope my response exudes confidence. “ I’m sure.”
He lets out a breath, like he was holding it in as he waited for my consent. “ Then I’m gonna need you to get out of those shorts—the same ones that have been driving me crazy since you moved in.”
A whoosh of air leaves me, because fuck, we’re actually doing this. I scoot forward to plant my feet on the floor, then slowly shimmy out of my now-soaked shorts. When they drop to my ankles, I flick my foot toward him so they hit him square in the chest. His laughter dances around us, but when his eyes drop to between my legs, the humor leaves him with a gulp.
“ Show me. Show me exactly what I’ve been trying my hardest not to think about.” He sounds pained.
To ease the torment for the both of us, I widen my legs and lean back. With a sharp intake of breath, he takes me in; eyes darkening to hunter green as they roam over me. He steps between my open thighs, fists clenching and unclenching like he’s finding it hard to keep his hands to himself. I really hope he doesn’t. “ So fucking pretty. ”
His eyes drift up to mine and I almost choke when he lowers to his haunches, inches away from my aching pussy.
Suddenly , my nerves start to get the better of me. “ Umm , you don’t have to…”
“ I know I don’t have to. I want to.”
The old me would be self-conscious at how my thighs spread against the mattress, stretch marks and cellulite on full display, but with the way he groans in appreciation when his hands run over them, fingertips pressing into my skin, it’s hard not to feel wanted. Desired . “ Want it so badly.” I watch in apt fascination as he bends and lays a kiss to my inner thigh, then does the same to the opposite side.
“ O -okay,” I say with a shaky breath.
He peers up at me, concern creasing his brow. “ If you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to.”
“ It’s not that. I want to, but…no one has ever, you know…”
“ Ever ?” he asks, and his concern morphs into something territorial when I shake my head. “ I love being the one to experience firsts with you.”
This man will be the death of me, but at least I’ll be going out satisfied.
I take comfort in the slight tremble of his hands, because despite the confidence he’s showing, he’s just as nervous as I am.
“ I want you to be the first.”
“ Then I don’t want to waste another second to taste what I already know is going to be the sweetest fucking pussy.”
“ Oh my god,” I breathe.
Our eyes widen at the same time. His filthy words have shocked the hell out of me. No one has ever spoken to me like that. He looks just as surprised at the outburst as me, but I’m more surprised that I … like it. A lot.
Maybe it’s because I’m nothing but comfortable with Graham , but the thrill of it sends a jolt of pleasure between my legs, where I feel my arousal growing.
“ Fuck , sorry. That … I don’t know where that came from,” he groans and drops his forehead to my knee and sighs. “ Did I make it weird?”
A nervous laugh slips free, and with a soft grip on his hair, I encourage him to look at me. “ Far from it.” I bit my lip to hide my grin. “ There goes another first though.”
“ What’s that?” he asks, eyes bouncing between mine.
“ I think you helped me realize I really like dirty talk in the bedroom.” My entire body flames at that confession. “ Did you like saying it?”
The hand on my thigh flexes and a puff of air coasts across my pebbled skin. “ I’ve never done it before. But yeah, I liked it. I like it even more knowing you do.” He leans forward until his lips brush against the shell of my ear. “ Would you like to hear about the filthy things I want to do to you?”
Despite the heat radiating from our bodies, I shiver from his touch and words. “ I really do.”
“ And you’ll tell me if I take it too far?”
Swallowing , I nod.
Pulling away, he removes his glasses and presses them into my hand. “ Then hold these for me, honey. I don’t want them to get messy while your beautiful thighs are spread out just for me.”
I have died. Deceased .
This man is an enigma.
A mystery I want to solve, yet I equally love the surprises he keeps hitting me with. He said he’s never talked like this before, either, which means Jenna never saw this side of him. Good . Because she’s in no way deserving of the man in front of me. Or any version of him.
The jealous thoughts disappear the second I feel Graham’s lips skim across my flesh .
All I can do is grip the bedsheets and watch as he works higher, widening my legs further to fit his broad shoulders in between them. His pace is torturous as he inches toward my waiting center. I want to scream in frustration for every second that passes.
Only I’m stunned silent when he licks a path up my leg until he meets the juncture between my thigh and pussy. As he inhales deeply, a starved, low moan escapes him.
“ So . Fucking . Sweet .”
“ I thought you didn’t like sweet things?” I say between short breaths.
Our gazes meet, and my god, the sight of him on his knees like this, eyes glassy with lust, is something I don’t ever want to forget.
“ I lied,” he growls and then, he’s there, finding my soaking entrance with the flat of his tongue, swirling it languidly.
My cry is quickly muffled by the hand I slap over my mouth, biting down on the skin to hide my moans. This new sensation has intense pleasure rolling through me with every swipe of his tongue. I’m not even mad this is the first time someone’s gone down on me, because I’m certain no one could do it quite like he can.
With a strong grip on my calves, he plants my feet on the mattress and spreads me wider. My toes curl into the comforter, and I collapse, my back arching off the bed when he pushes his face into my pussy; slow strokes are now replaced with fervent laps of my clit. I tense and melt with each lick. The evidence of what he’s doing to me pooling beneath me.
“ Graham ,” I cry as the tip of his tongue strokes against the sensitive bud. “ Oh god, that—that feels… Yeah , I like that.”
He increases his efforts at my confirmation. Drawing sounds and sensations from me I didn’t know existed.
His eyes haven’t left my face once. My hands shoot to my tender breasts, kneading and pulling at my nipples through the thin cotton of my tank, and he tracks every movement. One of his hands leaves my thigh and it inches toward the hem of my top to slowly reveal my stomach. I’m jolted from my pleasure for a second, so I grab his hand and pull it up to rest on my breast. Leaving my shirt in place. He doesn’t seem to mind, happy to pinch and toy with my nipple in rhythm with his tongue.
It’s been mere minutes, but I can already feel my orgasm building.
One of my hands falls to the top of his head, twisting and pulling at his sandy hair. I gasp in surprise when a thick finger enters me slowly. The fullness of it paired with his hot mouth has me biting down hard on my lip.
His tongue slows before stopping. “ Don’t hide those beautiful sounds from me. They’re mine tonight. I want to hear you.”
When I chirp my approval, he continues to work his finger into me. “ Christ , you’re so tight. You feel so good. I can’t wait until it’s my cock you’re taking. Do you want that? Do you want my cock?”
I don’t know if he sees my eager nodding, because I’m too busy staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes, chest heaving, and core clenching as he plays me like his favorite instrument.
There’s caution to his dirty words, but my reply only spurs him on.
“ I want it so much.” His finger brushes a spot inside me that has me crying out, stars blinding my vision. “ Yes , right there. There , more. More , Graham .”
“ Soak my face, honey. I want to taste you for days.” The demanding words paired with his skillful mouth and fingers build, and build, and build until I’m no more.
My orgasm catapults through me, wave after wave of mind- bending pleasure, and he sees me through each ripple. He groans into each lick, as if he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
My skin is on fire, my heart is racing, and my brain has no idea which way is up. Every fiber and cell in me has been renewed.
As my body becomes mine again, I push at his head, because he still hasn’t stopped. “ Oh , oh, no, too sensitive.”
With one final kiss to my clit, he straightens, looking up the length of my body. There’s no green left in his eyes, and a stuttered breath breaks free when I see his beard glistening from me.
My tank top is useless at this point, because one of my breasts has slipped free from where he was tugging at it. His eyes glow at that reveal of skin, even though he’s already seen it—or was that my other boob?
Focus , Quinn !
“ Are you okay?” he asks as he tenderly rubs at my jellied limbs.
“ I think you’ve ruined me.” I sigh, sitting upright and adjusting my top back in place. “ Are you?”
He scrubs a hand down his face, but he doesn’t do it quick enough to hide the small smile that peeks through his fingers. I mean, I’d be smug, too, if I made a woman come so hard she had an out-of-body experience.
“ More than okay. It’s just… I really didn’t come knocking on your door with this being the end goal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it happened, but I kinda had a speech lined up.” He slips his glasses on and combs his fingers through his hair, quickly shifting back into the composed version of himself.
“ What was the speech about?”
“ Beats me.” He laughs. “ I think I short-circuited when you answered the door in those shorts. You can’t wear them around me, I’ll lose my mind.”
“ So , you want me to walk around pantless?”
His hands fly to the backs of my knees, and he drags me toward him, until our noses are pressed together. “ Do that, and we will never leave this apartment.”
“ That doesn’t sound too bad.” I press a quick kiss to his lips, only when I taste myself on him, does it deepen. There’s enough space between our bodies for me to reach down and find his rock-hard cock. A throaty moan leaves him when I press the heel of my hand against it and the grip he has on me tightens.
“ That’s not necessary. I really do—” His words are cut off when my hand slips under the elastic of his shorts.
“ I disagree.” My fingers coast across the velvet skin, and I buzz with pride when I feel him twitch. “ This feels like a problem. Don’t be that guy who says, ‘ I didn’t do it for you to return the favor.’ Just let me.”
“ Honey , it’s been a problem since the moment you walked into my life.”
Without breaking eye contact I confess something. “ I’ve only gone down on a guy once before.”
“ One too many if you ask me.”
I flick him on the chest. “ You’re such a Neanderthal . I’m serious, I don’t want to be…bad at it.”
“ Quinn .” He shakes his head. “ Where your mouth and my dick are involved, I highly doubt there will be anything bad about it.”
“ Will you tell me what you like?”
His eyes warm and he presses a kiss to my hairline before standing, my hand slipping free from his shorts. “ Yes , honey, I’ll tell you.”
“ Okay ,” I whisper. I wipe my sweaty palms over my thighs and slowly lower to my knees, eyes on Graham the entire time.
Before I hit the floor, he’s leaning past me and sets a pillow on the floor, clearing his throat before he says, “ For your knees. It’s a hard floor.”
Who the heck is this man?
As my fingers hook into his waistband and start to drag his shorts down, I get my answer.
He’s a man with a very, very large penis.