24. Quinn
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
quinn
My blood pulses through me like liquid fire as my heart pounds in my chest.
That’s what Graham does to me.
Plus , we’re playing a kinky game of cat and mouse in a maze.
I charge down the dusty path, breezing past the tall stems of corn, and gulping for air every time I check for him over my shoulder.
He is a walking, talking paradox, with no idea of the inferno he stokes within me. My teasing quickly turned into something that both scares and intrigues me. Never has it been like this with anyone. Every day is a surprise with him, and I love seeing his shyness fall away and his confidence shine bright in his own way.
Right now, however, there’s nothing shy about him.
God , this is exhilarating.
The burn of his gaze sent a thrill through me. And it was clear he was as turned on as me when he pressed his hardness into my stomach, reminding me what it felt like to have him in my mouth. To be on my knees for him. The soft grunts of satisfaction he made when I took him deeper. The way he gripped my hair lovingly but looked down at me with a dark desire.
It’s been over a week since the night in my room, and thanks to our crazy schedules, we haven’t had the chance to talk. We need to, but there was nothing stopping the pent-up sexual frustration that’s been brewing between us all day.
I whip my head around, and when I don’t see him I make another sharp left.
Only to come to a dead end.
My heart thunders and I spin on my heels, ready to try the other route, but stop in my tracks when I find my exit blocked.
He fills the space despite the corn towering above us.
Leaves tickle my head as I stumble into the foliage. His steps are urgent as he strides forward. My swallow is audible as he consumes the space between us, until we’re toe to toe. With his mouth level to my ear, he whispers, “ Gotcha .”
The vibrations of his chest beat against my breasts, pebbling my nipples, and making me want to rub up against him like a needy kitten.
He’s not wrong; I’m not laughing.
I’m on fire.
My skin is tight and sensitive and only his touch will soothe the ache coursing through me. Jesus , apparently being chased in a corn maze does it for me, who would’ve guessed?
“ You got me,” I whisper breathlessly as my eyes track upward from his heaving chest, past his perfectly trimmed beard andstrong nose, until I find his gaze. Even behind the frames of his glasses, I feel the heat in it. His eyes glow dark, like rippling reeds of grass blowing in the night sky. “ What now?”
Hungry eyes burn into me, raking up and down my body, like he can’t decide where to start. I want to be rid of this coat; of all my clothes. And preferably his. Although he’s as affected as I am, he doesn’t rush this. I like Graham’s ability to slow down his racing thoughts, to rationally think things through. But fuck that. I want his thoughts as scrambled as mine.
The taste of spiced apple and all things Graham floods my senses when I drag his mouth down to mine, fingers gripping the collar of his coat until my knuckles turn white. There’s zero hesitation now as his tongue plunges past my lips. Every kiss with him feels like it’s our first but also like we’ve been doing this our whole lives.
The best oxymoron there was to ever exist.
My hands move to his head, ripping his beanie off while his palms roam down my body, underneath my coat, and slip beneath the hem of my dress to cup and squeeze me through my shorts.
He breaks the kiss and nuzzles into my neck. “ This ass was made for my hands, I’m sure of it. I need to feel you again.” His fingers inch inward to the cleft of my ass.
Never has a man’s desperate tone turned me on so much. I pull him closer, until my chest is flattened to his toned stomach, and nod eagerly. It’s all the permission he needs. With urgent movements, his hand moves to my front, and he rips my shorts down to my ankles to find me wet and bare.
“ Where are your panties?” he mutters with a devilish look.
“ I think you should be thankful there’s one less layer for you to remo— oh god. ” I claw at his shoulders when he strokes a thumb over my clit.
His hot breath ghosts over my collarbone. “ I want you so bad, Quinn . I’ve never needed something so much in my life.”
My response dies on my lips when he presses into me. My dress is bunched up around my waist and draped over his forearm, allowing the cool air to caress the overheated skin of my thighs.
I’m a shaking mess, such a contrast to his calm exterior. We both suck in a breath when he adds a second finger and thrusts deeper. “ Drenched , honey. So wet and hot. I want nothing more than to sink into your tight pussy, but for now you’ll have to make do with my fingers.”
His crass words are still the best surprise, and it leaves me blushing all over.
With precise movements, he crooks his fingers, quick to find that tender spot in me that has my back arching into him. If it weren’t for the firm grip he has on my waist, I’d be melting into a puddle from the delicious pleasure he’s quickly mastering my body with.
“ There , there, there,” I chant, my eyes falling closed as he strokes deep inside of me.
Voices nearing closer should stop us, but he just works me harder. The heel of his hand finds my clit with each thrust of his fingers, and when he trails hot, open mouth kisses along my jaw, I clench around him.
“ You’re going to come. Now ,” he commands with a deep whisper. “ All over my fingers, Quinn . I want to feel you; show me what it’ll feel like when you finally grip my cock with this beautiful pussy.”
“ G - Graham ,” I pant and sputter.
I clutch the collar of his sweater, his face, his hair. I hold on for dear life as the coil deep in my stomach winds tighter and tighter.
When he breathes, “ Now , honey,” against my lips does that coil unravel at the speed of light. He’s the only thing keeping me up as I fall apart in his arms, blissfully overcome by my orgasm until it gradually teeters off, leaving me draped over him like a sated blanket.
He slips his hand out from between my legs, and without breaking eye contact, draws his fingers into his mouth, humming as he sucks them clean. The sight alone is enough to bring on a second orgasm.
“ Do you know what you taste like?” he asks.
Words , Quinn , find your words.
I shake my head.
I gasp as he dips the same hand back in between my legs and swipes across my sensitive flesh before raising two fingers to my lips. Without instruction, I wrap my lips around the digits and suck them into my mouth. The look he gives me as I slip my tongue over him could set the fields surrounding us ablaze. Nothing compared to the firestorm flaring between us though.
“ You love tasting yourself, don’t you? You’re sucking on my fingers so greedily. Perfect girl.”
He pulls his hand from my mouth and replaces it with his lips, searing me with a deep, sensuous kiss.
“ Let’s go home,” he says with his forehead pressed to mine.
We’re in such a hurry to get to the apartment, we almost leave my shorts and his hat on the dusty path.
After the fastest car ride ever, we race up the stairs, both breathless from the exertion but also for what’s to come.
Curly scurries around our feet, and while the dog is cute and all, he’s in the way. Graham locks him in his room with water and a generous helping of kibble.
When he returns to the living room, I’m about ready to burst out of my skin in anticipation. There’s a constant buzz running through me when he’s near, but it’s been damn near impossible to control since he chased me into the maze. It threatens to take over my limbs; to tear the clothes from both our backs and finally let ourselves give in to the craving.
Maybe it scares him as much as it scares me, which is why we’ve been tiptoeing around this force field rippling between us for weeks. He’s constantly on my mind. I look forward to seeing him after work. I think about ways I can pull that tentative, handsome smile from his lips. I get excited when I hear the jangling of keys when he’s been working in the city.
He’s invaded my mind, set up camp, and is making himself at home.
From the serious, hungry gaze he sets on me, he’s thinking the same as me.
Let this happen.
With every step he takes closer, I take one step back, until my butt hits the edge of his desk tucked away in the corner of the room.
“ This isn’t a game, Quinn .” His voice has dropped a couple of octaves and the deepness of it sends goose bumps across my skin. “ I’ve already chased you tonight, and I know you need this as much as I do. I felt it when you came around my fingers.” He emphasizes his point by squeezing the bulge in the front of his jeans.
“ I’m scared,” I admit but continue talking when his face softens. “ Like a good scared, mostly. I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t want to mess anything up.”
In three long strides, our bodies are molded together, with his hands framing my face.
“ I’m petrified. You have no idea the power you hold over me, but I can’t ignore it or pretend anymore.” He blows out a long breath and drops his head before raising it again. “ Tell me I’m not alone here.”
“ You’re not.” My hands slide up his chest to encircle his neck. “ There hasn’t been a moment of loneliness since you walked into the bakery. I like you a lot.”
A gentle brush of his lips on mine has all remaining nerves evaporating and my eyes shutter closed in relief.
“ Look at me, honey.” I do as he says and take in his handsome face—sincerity and passion written across it. “ I like you more than a lot.”
Warmth blooms in my chest, spreading outward until every surface of my body heats under his touch. “ Graham , please kiss me.”
“ I was hoping you’d say that.”
His lips meet mine in a bruising kiss and we grapple with each other’s coats and scarves. My fingers find the hem of his sweater just as he lowers to a knee to take off my boots, allowing me to slip it off and over his head with ease.
When he rises, his hands slip behind me, fumbling to find the zipper of my dress and my stomach drops. I only have my bra on under here after not putting my shorts back on. If he takes it off, I have nothing to hide behind. I’m not ashamed of my body—but that old sense of dread trickles in.
He must sense my resolve, because he pauses. “ Do you want to stop?”
“ No , no. It’s just…”
His eyebrows pull inward, and he strokes down my arms. “ Will you tell me? I want you to be comfortable, and if you’re worried about something, I’d like to know. I want this to be good for you.”
The first time I had sex, I hid behind an oversized T -shirt, dimmed the lights, and asked them to takeme from behind. My stomach was always a target area for my mom, she’d pinch and squeeze while throwing horrid names at me. Last week I made the mistake of searching social media for Graham’s ex, and when I saw pictures of her tall, slim frame, I immediately closed down the app. I have no wish to look like her; my only wish is Graham likes all of me.
He isn’t my mother. He’s kind, thoughtful, caring.
With a deep swallow, I say, “ I’m not thin or athletic. There’s a lot of extra cushion around here”— I gesture toward my stomach—“and I don’t want you to be disappointed. I love my body, and it took a long time for me to accept it.”
I expect my confession to silence Graham . So when he plants his hands on either side of my hips, and speaks with such tenacity, I’m the one who’s left speechless.
“ Disappointed ?” He shakes his head. “ What about the way that I kiss you, crave you, need you, makes you think I’d be disappointed? I’m not a shallow man, Quinn , and it’s your joy, passion, and outlook on life that has me crazy for you. But know this”—he leans in closer until our lips are a whisper away, and I feel his hard cock against my thigh—“your body makes me delirious. I want nothing more than to follow the path of each and every one of your curves with my lips and tongue. I’m glad you love your body; now let me love it too.”
Valued , cherished, desired. That’s how he makes me feel. I need him to know I want that, so I give him my consent by whispering, “ Yes ,” just before I seal my lips over his.
He groans into my mouth, knowing exactly where this is headed.
My hands reach for the fly of his jeans, and he returns to my zipper. We work in tandem in between hot kisses until I’m standing there in nothing but my pale-yellow bra, and him in a tight pair of black briefs.
His hands land on my shoulders and he takes a step backward, eyes dragging a fiery path across my body as he drinks me in. He shakes his head in awe, his voice gravelly when he follows the swells of my breasts. “ I’m going to fuck those one day.”
Good god. Confident , filthy Graham is going to put me in the hospital.
“ And today?”
“ Today I’m going to fuck your pretty pussy. Lose the bra,” he orders as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, and they drop to the floor. My mouth waters at the view in front of me. He’s thick in his shoulders and thighs, but his abdomen is cut with lean muscles. A broad chest that tapers down to a trim waist. A dark blond trail of hair leads to his painfully hard cock, already leaking from the tip.
He really does want me as badly as I want him.
I don’t need to be told twice. I reach behind to unclasp my bra, letting my breasts spring free, and dropping it on the sea of clothes at our feet.
“ You’re simply spectacular, honey. Thank you for trusting me with your body,” he says quietly as his lips brush across my temple and his palms glide down my sides. We trace each other’s bodies with gentle, exploratory touches and kisses. Though , our movements soon turn frantic. With a firm grip on my thighs, he hoists me up and sets me on top of the cool, dark surface of the desk. “ Do not move.”
I watch his wonderfully biteable ass disappear, and I savor the sight of him as he runs back to me with a foil packet in hand. I’m glad one of us is thinking, because I would have let him fuck me raw.
With deft movements, he tears at the packet with his teeth and sheaths himself.
My heart beats so loudly I hear it in my ears. I’m still wet from the maze, and when Graham taps the inside of my thighs, silently asking me to widen them, there’s no hiding my arousal.
But he wants more. “ Feet up on the desk.”
Lust and need have me following his directions mindlessly and I bare myself to him with both feet planted on the wooden surface. My stretch marks are visible and stomach rolls are more obvious in this position, but I can’t find a modicum of care when his hungry gaze falls to where I’m aching for him. Dripping onto his desk.
I whimper when he swipes two fingers through my wet folds and his cock twitches between us.
“ Graham ,” I plead. “ No more teasing or waiting. I need you.”
With a wanton gaze that matches my own and chest heaving with short breaths, he steps between my spread legs and fists himself. “ No more waiting.”
He brings the tip to my pussy, circling the entrance and coating himself in me before pushing in. A sharp intake of breath escapes me, and deep hums of satisfaction rumble in his chest as he stretches me slowly.
He strokes and pets my face, kissing my fevered skin with every inch. He’s big but the bite of pain is quickly replaced with pleasure when he whispers, “ I could watch you take my cock forever. You’re so fucking sexy.” In dual awe, we watch as he disappears inside me, our panting breaths mingling between us. “ God , look at you. So good at taking all of me.”
When he bottoms out and his balls press against my ass, we attack each other with ferocious, needy kisses. He doesn’t retreat at first, just rests inside of me as we lose ourselves in a battle of tongues, lips, and teeth.
“ More , Graham . I need more,” I moan into his mouth.
“ What is it you need? Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
“ Harder . I want it hard,” I beg breathlessly. “ Can you… Can you talk dirty to me again?”
He raises his head, eyes darting between mine. I’ve surprised myself, but I want him to know I’m comfortable with the way he spoke in my bedroom that night. His filthy words make me woozy with lust and it’s only made hotter by the fact it’s new for us both.
“ I wish I could give you everything in the world.” With a deep breath, he cups the backs of my knees and pushes them to my chest. “ Tonight , I’ll give you hard and dirty.”
I’m nodding my head frantically, pawing at his sides to pull him closer. “ Yes . That . I want that. I trust you. Please , Graham . I need it. ”
He must hear the desperation in my voice, because with a firm press of his lips to my neck, he lets go.
“ Hold on.” That’s all the warning I get as he snaps his hips forward and slams into me, jolting me backward.
“ Oh my god,” I cry out and scratch at his shoulders and chest to anchor myself. “ Fuck , fuck, fuck. You’re so deep. So good.”
“ I know. I know, baby. Never . Never has it felt this good,” he murmurs into my neck and runs his tongue over the sensitive skin below my ear.
It’s all consuming. He’s all consuming.
Sweet , careful Graham is beautiful. But this version, which isn’t afraid to take what he wants and handles me with robust care, is the version I need right now. He can whisper sweet nothings down my ear later.
Our hips meet with each punishing thrust, the slap of our skin reverberating around the apartment and echoing with our raspy moans and short gasps. My head falls between my shoulders as I grip the edge of the desk with one hand and his shoulder with the other. I know he’s a giver, but I love that he’s taking what he needs from my body. Seizing everything he desires but giving me so much more in return.
He bites a path across my chest, teeth scraping and marking the swells. My cries of pleasure turn to whimpers when he laves his tongue across each mark. Sucking and nipping at my nipple, while pinching the other before switching sides.
“ You like that?” he breathes against my skin and repeats it.
“ I really like it. God , Graham , I’m so fucking close already.” I’m a garbled mess when his hand drops between us and he taps my swollen clit.
“ I know you are. Can feel it with the way you’re clamping down on my cock. This beautiful fucking body was made to bring me pleasure. I want to feel yours as you come around me,” he grits out and works my clit faster.“ Come with me, baby. I want you there right with me.”
I’m sprinting toward my orgasm in record time. His movements become frenzied, kisses turn sloppy, and gaze darkens.
“ Ah , so close. So close. I need you there, honey. Let me hear you. Feel you.” The deepness of his voice, the feel of him, and what this all means take me to where he wants me.
And we fall so devastatingly beautiful together.
We’re intertwined in euphoria as a powerful orgasm slams into me and he pulses inside of me. Despite feeling like I’m floating away into space, we ground each other as our tongues stroke and tangle, until the pleasure ebbs away, leaving us breathless and spent.
Minutes later, we’re still kissing and caressing one another. Almost like we’re too afraid to pull away and for this to end.
It’s him who breaks the connection, but his glazed eyes let me know he felt it too.
His thumb strokes down the column of my throat. “ Are you okay?”
“ I’m … Wow . You’re a dangerous man, Graham Sadler .” I sigh.
“ How so?” he asks, followed by a low groan as he pulls out, removes the condom, and throws it in the trash under the desk.
“ You’re sweet, mindful, and considerate; yet you fuck a girl like that. Ten out of ten. Bravo .”
I feel the smirk on his lips as he kisses me stupid and palms my ass. “ It wasn’t too much?”
“ Nope . But just to be safe, I think we should do it again.”
With a squeak, he hauls me into his arms and carries me down the hallway. We bypass my room, and his steps don’t falter as he walks us into his and lays me down on the bed to test the theory all night long.