21. Graham
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
graham
Sweeter than honey
I was a man starved before
Now I'm addicted
The probability of me dying a happy man right now? Highly likely.
If the sight of Quinn on her knees at my feet is the last thing I see before I go, I’ll greet the Grim Reaper like an old friend and ask him to show me the way.
She is a vixen who wields all power over me without even trying. My mind flashes back to minutes ago; her breathy moans, her thick thighs dropping open, her beautiful pussy glistening. I’m already desperate to have my mouth on her again.
I didn’t come armed to her room with a plan, yet I can’t be mad at the outcome. Right before I left her in the kitchen, I saw confusion shrouding her features. I don’t know if I put it there or perhaps it was the weight of her confessions this afternoon, but I wanted it gone. I’d expected us to talk, for my words to eradicate any doubt she had, but my actions came out stronger. My mouth didn’t stop working because I was nervous—quite the opposite. It was just too busy craving her taste to formulate sentences.
Surprise painted both our faces when the lewd words I’d been thinking escaped. I’d never had the urge or want to say anything to a woman like that before, let alone the confidence. Not even with Jenna .
I was sure my slipup was going to scare her off, yet when our eyes met, flames reflected back at me. Lust and need smoldering like a ring of fire around her pupils. Every dirty murmur had her thighs quaking and core clenching. Heat poured through me as she dripped onto my tongue like honey.
Everything about Quinn is sexy, but hearing her tell me what she likes and opening herself up to me, was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. There are a lot of firsts tonight, and despite our earlier hesitancy, I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.
If there was one sight to top the one of Quinn spread out on her bed like the most delectable feast, it’s her on her knees.
As her small hands grip onto the waistband of my shorts, my breathing stops. All blood flow rushes to my cock. It was a challenge to hide my filthy satisfaction that I’m the first man to ever taste her. From the slight tremble in her hands and earlier worry in her voice, I’ve got to keep my shit together. No matter how wild my heart is beating, or how badly I want to watch her lips stretch around me.
I remain quiet and let her take control, watching as she peels the material down my thighs. I didn’t bother with briefs after my shower, so when my painfully hard cock is freed and slaps against my stomach, she gasps in surprise with wide eyes.
Fuuuuuck , I shouldn’t love the way she stares at it like that. She really needs to close her mouth, because my control is slipping.
After a beat of silence and Quinn staring between my legs, I speak. “ You good?”
“ Mm -hm. It’s just that”—she points at my dick—“isn’t going to fit.”
That should not turn me on so much.
“ We don’t have to do this,” I say, not wanting to pressure her.
I bend to pull up my shorts, only to pause when her molten eyes lock with mine. “ I want to, Graham . Let me try. Just tell me if I do anything wrong.”
The fortitude in her voice matches her expression. How can I ever deny her anything?
My knuckles brush down her flushed cheek. “ Go as slow as you want. You call the shots here, but from where I’m standing, something so beautiful could never be wrong.”
She chews on her plump bottom lip before her eyes flash with mischief. “ Okay . Try not to kill me with the death trap between your legs though.”
Before I can respond, she flicks out her tongue and drags it across the blunt tip. “ Fucking Christ ,” I hiss. My hips jolt forward, hands falling to the earthy, glossy strands of her hair as I channel all willpower not to drive into her sweet mouth.
She swirls around the head and slowly— oh so slowly —wraps her lips around me. My knees nearly buckle when she looks up at me with a hooded stare, but the trust glowing in her eyes has the ability to shatter me.
“ That’s really good, keep doing that and take me deeper if you can.” She hollows her cheeks, taking more of me, and heat builds at the base of my spine. “ Wrap your hand around me. Tighter — oh shit , yeah, like that. So good. You’re so good at this.”
I’m in no rush, wanting to savor this moment for eternity as she takes me inch by inch. Without instruction, she twists and pumps in sync with her mouth. My hands fist her hair, pleasure coiling deep in me with each pass of her tongue.
Watching her confidence grow is addictive.
My limbs lose all control when her other hand moves to cup and massage my balls. “ Harder . You can squeeze them harder. Fucking hell, you’re perfect.” I watch her in utter awe. Hips gyrating along with her movements; thighs rubbing together. She’s still bare below the waist, which sends me spiraling quicker, and the idea that she’s as turned on as I am has the pressure in me building faster. I’m close, but when I hit the back of her throat and she gags around me, I’m a goner.
“ Are you okay?” She nods gently and continues to work me. “ I bet you’re soaking again, aren’t you? Getting off with my cock down your throat.”
Her moan vibrates over my cock, letting me know she enjoys my words as much as I like giving them to her. Fuck , if I don’t want to whisper every filthy praise to her if that’s her reaction.
My mind and body are fully entranced by this gorgeous woman on her knees, though, from the blinding pleasure she’s pulling from me, I’m close to falling to my own.
When I attempt to pull away she shakes her head and increases her efforts until my whole body is lit up. “ I’m close. So close.” I loosen my grip on her hair and stroke through the soft strands. “ I’m going to come down your throat,” I warn.
She nods with hazy, caramel eyes set on me.
Not needing any further encouragement, my hips thrust in time with her mouth and hand. “ You are a dream. I’m going to give you it all, honey, don’t swallow it when I’m done.”
My movements stutter, balls draw up, and I almost black out as my orgasm ricochets across every nerve ending. Unable to hold back any longer, I throw my head back and shout out a string of curse words as I come across her tongue.
Once down from my high, I slip from her mouth, and take a moment to collect myself. She stares up at me with tears clinging to her lashes and cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink.
She is fucking magnificent.
Bending down, I swipe my thumb across her swollen, wet lips. “ Open your mouth and show me.”
Without hesitation, she opens wide and sticks out her tongue to show where my cum pools and waits for my approval. This woman was made for me, I’m positive.
“ Good girl. Now swallow.” I watch her throat work and when she lets out a satisfied sigh, I drop to my knees and cradle her face. It takes all my strength not to kiss her viciously. “ Are you okay? Was that too much?”
She shakes her head vigorously. “ No , no. God , it was…who knew it could be like that? I felt like you were holding back. Was I okay?”
My willpower cracks and I pull her into me, sealing my mouth over hers in a powerful kiss. The taste of our combined pleasure is an aphrodisiac that stirs my arousal again.
“ Quinn , are you kidding me? You were perfect. More than perfect.” She might think she lacks experience, but she knew exactly how to wring me dry.
“ You promise?” she asks carefully.
“ I’d never lie to you.” My lips drop to hers while my thumbs stroke her round cheeks. When I reluctantly pull away, I hold her gaze. “ I’m serious, I’ve never been like that with anyone. I kinda surprised myself. But thank you.”
“ You’re thanking me? For what?” Her brow wrinkles.
“ For being you and sharing that with me.”
Her smile lights up her face like the most beautiful sunrise.
I did that. There’s no denying that smile belongs to me .
There’s a lot more I want to say, but when my eyes fall to the clock on her bedside table, I see how late it is. With one final kiss to her forehead, I help her rise to her feet. “ We’re up early, we should get some sleep.”
“ Ugh , I feel like I could sleep forever. You’re going to orgasm me into a coma, Graham Sadler .”
Neither of us turns away as we slide our shorts on.
She leans up on her tiptoes and plants a light kiss to my lips, before dragging her feet back to her rumpled sheets. Disappointment weighs heavy in my stomach, because I want to curl up in those sheets with her, get lost in them, and say fuck it to our jobs. I’m already so lost in her, in so many ways that it scares me. The deeper I trek into my feelings, the harder it’s going to be for me to find my way out.
I grab two glasses of water, only to return to her sleeping soundly. With a chaste kiss on her cheek, I leave the room.
Booth is going to slap me upside my head. There’s no doubt we’ve complicated things now, the lines fully smudged into something unidentifiable. Internally , I’m freaking out.
What if we both have very different ideas of how this is going to end?
We both started off as a means to an end. Maybe having some fun along the way is a bonus for her. Why would this mean anything more?
Whereas for me, she feels like the end game. For so long, I’ve felt like a lonely traveler, even when I was with Jenna . Yet , with Quinn , I can see myself walking down a newly discovered path.
I just hope she sees herself walking next to me.
When I get back to my room, I score through my earlier entry with thick lines of black ink.
If I thought seeing Quinn out at Beaver Moon Trail was incredible, seeing, tasting, and feeling her as she came around my hand and tongue was a fucking phenomenon.
Me . She trusted me with her beautiful body.
If this is too good to be true, at least I have this.