26. Quinn
CHAPTER 26
QUINN
F or the third time tonight, I catch myself bobbing my head and mouthing along to the lyrics of the song blaring through the walls instead of reading the words in the Art History textbook that I’m staring at.
Cursing, I toss my pencil into the crease of the book and lay my head in my hands. I’ve read the same page three times over but I haven’t absorbed one ounce of information. It’s something about art in ancient Rome and the different ways God figures are portrayed, I guess.
My phone buzzes from the spot next to me and I can’t help the smile that grows at the sound. I declined an invite to another one of Slate’s infamous parties because I have a test on Monday and I can’t afford to fail. I barely passed the last one by the skin of my teeth, even with Odie’s help. We haven’t had a chance to meet up recently because of his hectic hockey schedule, so I’m on my own for this one. I’ll be damned if I don’t pass this class with anything less than a B.
Knox pestered me about my lack of presence at said party after Slate beat his own record for longest keg stand, but ultimately left me to focus on my schoolwork, or, as much as the half of my attention on the page can manage.
Douchewaffle:
I can’t believe you’re studying right now. I can’t even focus on my drawing. How are you doing it?
You’ve trained me well in the art of studying with loud backgrounds, don’t you remember?
I quickly follow that message with a second.
I should’ve joined in on the fun instead. I’m going to fail Art History anyway. I could really use a shot right now.
His response pings my phone faster than Slate can turn anything sexual.
Douchewaffle:
How about something else that might cheer you up? ;)
A puff of laughter chokes out. Checking the time in the corner of my screen, my smile falls and I want to groan. I’ve only been attempting to study for a little over an hour.
As mood improving as that might be, I really need to study. This sucks.
To garner some extra sympathy, I tack on a frowning emoji at the end.
Douchewaffle:
It’s not that hard, Princess.
It’s a bold move to reply:
Your dick? Or Art History?
But I hit send anyway.
Douchewaffle:
Both, but the pair can be remedied.
Come over.
There’s a sudden slamming of a bedroom door through the wall that startles me for a moment, before a grin overtakes my face. I’m in a fit of giggles, realizing how eager Knox is to escape his apartment and see me.
It kicks up an excited feeling in my stomach, butterflies taking flight in a swarm of giddiness. I’m just as excited as he is, shoving my chair back from my desk and bounding from my room to meet him at the door.
Soft light from the lamp in the corner of the living room washes the apartment in a warmth that feels like I’m cuddled up in the comfiest blanket. The rest of my home is dark and empty. Rory had popped her head into my room earlier, asking if I wanted to go to the party next door with her, but at that point in the night I was still determined to study, waving her on without me.
When I tug the door open, Knox barges inside, all but tackling me on the way. His hands find my hips like a magnet and I’m swept up in the heat of his body as it collides with mine. He walks me further into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.
“Hurry,” he whispers, and his long strides are no match for my shorter legs. I feel like I’m tripping backwards, tangled up in him, but Knox holds me steady and firm, like a rock I’ve been missing from my life.
It’s quite nice .
Knox reaches behind himself to lock the door before he’s turning back to me and planting a teasing kiss to my forehead. I pout, wanting his lips on mine instead, and his eyes flicker with mischief. “Before Tye sees me.”
I laugh, wrapping my arms around him. He’s snug in his usual garb, a black t-shirt that clings to his body like a second skin, showing off the impressive tattoos on his arms. His jeans sit low on his hips, the waistband of his briefs calling my name. The fact that I know exactly what’s beneath these clothes is as intoxicating as his blissful scent: nighttime and pine.
“Who’s Tye?”
“Old friend,” Knox huffs. “He was just arriving at the party. If he saw me, he would’ve wanted me to tap the keg with him and I’d much rather be here, tapping you, Princess.”
I shove playfully at his chest but Knox catches my wrists and pulls me back into him for a proper kiss. I fall into it, relaxing against him and even pressing myself further into his body. His hands slide around my waist and over the curve of my ass where he grabs a handful, sighing in content against my lips.
Knox has been the perfect gentleman since the exhibition, and has even offered to walk me to my classes, though I suspect that has more to do with Reid than not wanting me to walk alone, even though I share most of my classes with Rory.
“Hi,” I whisper bashfully when he pulls away. Seeing Knox these days never fails to make my heart race, especially when he rests his forehead against mine, like he doesn’t want to be more than a few inches apart. Knox’s jade eyes swim with happiness as his heated gaze bores into mine.
I can also feel just how happy he is against my stomach.
“Hey,” he answers just as softly. “I missed you. ”
“It’s only been a few hours, Knox,” I remind him, but my chest flutters again because I missed him too. I allowed him to walk me home after my last class of the day but had drawn the line at the door that he pressed me up against, using that wicked mouth of his to try and convince me to let him inside. After a thorough minute of persuasion, he backed off, leaving me with a cheeky wink and my pussy screaming at me to call him back to finish what he started.
“Yeah, but dealing with Slate feels like a lifetime has gone by sometimes,” he jokes, following me eagerly as I lead him through the apartment towards my room. It hits me that he hasn’t properly been inside of the apartment before, only having seen it when he walked in on me on accident, because we’re usually locked away in his bedroom, with that cloud-like mattress and all.
There will be time to give him a tour later. Right now, I want him in my room. Preferably, in my bed.
“What was he doing this time?” I ask, squealing when Knox pinches my ass, grinning dopily at me when I whirl around to glare at him.
“Sorry, Princess. I couldn’t resist,” Knox says innocently and I can’t help but grin along with him. When the corners of his mouth pull up high, there’s a crinkle around his glowing eyes that makes my heart skip a beat. He looks younger, sweeter with that look on his face. Knox is a very handsome man. “He was trying to get me to join in on the party. Think he was trying to rally some girls to play flip cup or something.”
Knox frowns when he steps into my room, hearing just how loud the music is. I give him a knowing look and melt at the color that stains his cheeks as he ducks his head, trying to hide his smile from me.
Like I said, Douchewaffle .
“Sounds a lot more entertaining than Art History,” I grumble, slumping back into the chair at my desk. My body warms as Knox comes to stand behind me, planting a hand beside my notes and resting his chin on top of my head so he can lean over to read my textbook.
“Catacombs,” he comments, and I can feel the delicious rumble of his full-toned voice. It makes me shiver in my seat and I wonder if he notices my reaction, how I’m trying to stifle my body’s desperate attempts to claw at him as his words wash over me, warmth settling between my thighs. “I remember this. Passed it with flying colors.”
“Of course you would be good at it,” I groan. Knox slips to my side, planting himself firmly on the edge of my desk. “You’re good at everything.” When his eyes gleam as he preens, I narrow my own. “Oh, shut up.”
“Didn’t even say anything, Princess,” he muses. “If I help you out with Art History, will you be good for me too?”
I can’t help the rush of arousal spilling into my veins like a shot of adrenaline. The way he’s staring down at me through lowered lids, smirk turned into a face more serious, it’s a taunt as much as it is an offer.
“You wish,” I murmur back, because I don’t trust my voice to be any louder. There’s no heat behind my response because it’s all trapped between my thighs that I’m clenching together as tight as a snare.
“I do,” Knox responds, gaze fiery.
And, well, those catacombs will still be there tomorrow.
I allow Knox to pull me up from my chair into his chest. His hands find my hips while I wrap mine around his neck, admiring him. It’s a soft moment backed by the buzzing bass of Slate’s party but I couldn’t be any happier right now, with Knox holding me like this in his arms.
Trailing my fingers down his chest, he watches me, bright eyes never leaving mine as I swiftly slide my hands under the hem of his shirt. I can feel his dick hardening in his pants as I glide my fingers across his abdomen, reveling in the smooth skin of his stomach, dancing over the ridges of muscle.
His grip tightens on my hips but I urge him with a soft tug to take the shirt off. Reluctantly, he pries his hands away from me only long enough to rip the fabric over his shoulders and then they’re back, pulling me closer than before.
I trace the line of his jaw and Knox allows me to drink my fill of him. My heart is beating just as fast as his, and with the way that he’s looking down at me, all hot desire and burning need, I think I’ve found my inspiration for my next drawing.
Moving downwards, I follow the planes of his collarbones, fingering the whirling ink there, dark swirls like shadows. They expand up across his broad shoulders and Knox shivers when I lean in and flick my tongue against them.
His breath hitches as I take my time inspecting each and every single one of his tattoos like I haven’t done this almost every time we’ve had sex. They’re beautiful, intricate masterpieces, all of them. His dick strains against his pants, but I know he won’t move until I’m done with this, allowing me to take my time with him.
Marked beneath the curling swirls are two cupids, bows fully loaded and ready to launch their arrows. On his arm, the tattoo of the female warrior I noticed at dinner, and her counterpart on his other bicep, stare at me.
“Who are they?” I ask softly, and his answer is just as quiet, not wanting to shatter the trance we both seem to find ourselves in.
“Nemesis. The Goddess of vengeance,” Knox explains, and my chest stings with grief. He’s smiling softly at me though, and tenderly tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He nods his head towards his other arm, the other warrior inked there. “That’s Eleos, Goddess of forgiveness.”
I can’t help the urge to surge forward and kiss him. His tattoos serve as reminders of a life he once lived, one filled with rage and hurt, the actions his father and step-brother took against him. The vengeance he must have wanted and the forgiveness he sought after his accident.
Knox lifts me into his arms and my legs wind around his waist without having to think about it. He’s kissing me just as passionately as I’m kissing him as he walks us towards my bed.
He places me down and follows me up onto it but I’m not done with my exploration yet. With a little coaxing, I find myself straddling him, pulling away from a dizzying kiss that leaves my mouth a mess of tingles and tasting like him.
There’s an image of a winged man falling from the sky on the side of his ribcage. Each and every tattoo is more captivating than the last, and as I hover around the waistband of his pants, I take the moment to lean forward and lick a long stripe over the muscle lining his hips.
“Fuck,” Knox curses, hips jolting at the movement. His hands smooth my hair from my face where it’s falling with the angle I’m at. He wraps it around his fist and I almost whimper at the thought of him guiding my head while my mouth is full of his cock. “Princess,” Knox warns, but the sound is choked. “I thought you were studying.”
“I am,” I answer breathlessly, unbuttoning his pants. Knox isn’t doing a lot to help me focus on that work, and I won’t be able to pay it any attention until I’ve tasted him, felt him like the piece of artwork he is. “I’m cashing in on my reward early.”
He hums, helping me rid him of his pants and boxers. His cock sticks out, thick and heavy. It’s pink and leaking at the tip, ready for me to wrap my lips around.
I caress the inside of his thighs, right over where his scars are. Narrow patches of his skin have been grafted to reconstruct his hands after his accident. They’re another beautiful addition to his skin, and I kiss over those too.
“You don’t have to—” Knox’s words dispel into a rough bark when I take him into my hand and lick his slit. The taste of him explodes on my tongue, just as heady and delightful as the rest of him. I know that I don’t have to, but with a tug of my hand up his shaft while I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, his fingers tighten in my hair. I want this. I really really want this.
I swirl my tongue teasingly around his cock, jerking and twisting my hand down the length of him. On reflex, he tries to shove me further and I allow it, moaning lewdly around him when he hits the back of my throat.
I take him as far as I can, reveling in the noises he makes in response to my movements. When I suction my cheeks, I lave my tongue wet and wildly across his silky length, using my grip on his base to stroke him when I need to pull back for air.
I keep the crown of his cock in my mouth, panting around his girth as I stare up at Knox with wide eyes.
“Princess,” he hisses when I twist my hand again. “Fuck, baby, need you to stop or I’m going to come.”
God, do I want that. Before I can eagerly continue my ministrations, Knox is easing me away from his cock, tearing at my clothing. I’m distracted by the way that his hands desperately slide under the fabric of my shirt, and I’m trying to relieve myself of my clothing so that I can feel more of his touch across my skin.
“Come here, gorgeous,” Knox pants, pressing my naked body flush against his. I slant my mouth over his as I grind against him, my clit aching with need.
“Condom,” I breathe between kisses. His hands smooth from my ass up my back and down again, guiding my hips to drag my weeping pussy against him.
“Pocket,” he answers against my lips. I strain to reach over the side of the bed and am able to retrieve the condom with ease. I don’t even take the time to scoff at him for stuffing three in there before coming over, clearly knowing exactly how this night was going to end.
I tear the corner of the foil off and pull the condom out, rolling it down his cock. Knox’s green eyes are hot on my body as he pulls me in for another kiss, his hands caressing my jaw to keep me in place. I’m addicted to his lips, to the feeling of his body pressed up against mine.
His fingers trace me like I’m the finest, most expensive piece of art he’s ever had the pleasure of touching. Like I’m going to crumble under the pressure of his hands.
Maybe when my orgasm hits me, I’ll crumble, but for all of the right reasons.
The words roll effortlessly off of that devilish tongue of his, good for more than just taunting. “Sit on my cock, Quinn,” Knox says, keeping me steady when I swing my leg over his hips, positioning myself right over him. I can feel the heat from where I’m hovering and my pussy drips in anticipation. “Come get your reward.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Guiding the head of his cock against my center, I tease, brushing him through my wetness. The slick sound it makes has the both of us groaning, Knox’s fingers tightening on my hips.
“No time to tease, Princess. You still have to get back to studying.”
“You didn’t seem all that concerned about my studying when you were texting me all night,” I counter, and before Knox can come back with a witty retort, I sink down on his cock.
Fuck. He fills me so perfectly, all the way to the brim. His cock is nestled so deeply into me that the breath is forced from my lungs. My fingers dig into his broad shoulders as I take the time to adjust to his size before giving a soft rock. Knox makes a choked noise at the motion.
When I’m able to pry my eyes back open and look down at him, he’s already staring. His jade gaze is heavy and hot on my own and all of my unspoken questions are answered there, right at the surface.
I’m greedy with it, rolling my hips, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. Knox’s words only encourage me further, and soon enough I’m emitting the filthiest noises as I ride him like I’ve never ridden anything in my life.
“That’s it, Princess. Take it,” Knox says, his hands sliding up my body to play with my breasts. He squeezes one, rolling my pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and surges forward to suck it into his mouth. He teethes over it and my head rolls back on my shoulders, fingers finding his hair and burying themselves into its silky softness.
I’m clinging to him like an animal, desperate and needy for an orgasm. I want his come, want him fucking it into me so hard that it leaks out around his girth because there’s not enough room.
But the condom will prevent that.
Knox’s large hands wrap around my waist, his palms dragging deliciously against my skin. He grips me hard, pulling me down onto his cock with more force and a moan bursts from my mouth when he shifts his hips, hitting an entirely new spot.
I arch into his chest, begging for more .
“Again!”
Knox listens, fucking right into the same spot that has me crying out like a banshee.
I writhe on top of him as much as I can with his iron grip around me, chasing the burning feeling that’s quickly heightening.
The room is filled with noise: music from next door, my screaming, Knox’s soft grunts as he plants his feet into the mattress and pistons his hips into mine, the hard slapping of our bodies clashing. My bed creaks at how hard we’re going at it, but neither of us care about that or the fact that anyone can probably hear us if they listened hard enough.
It’s a symphony of euphoria, and I’m loving every second of it.
I come with a cry that Knox desperately tries to swallow, forcing my chin down and pressing his lips against mine. It’s dirty and hot, a clacking of teeth that would normally make me laugh but I’m too blissed out to care right now, gripping him tighter with both my hands and my pussy, urging him to come.
“Your body was made for me, Princess,” Knox moans, hips stuttering as he releases. He follows that feeling with a few more sharp thrusts, before he’s tugging me down to the bed.
I go slack against him, utterly blissed out from the amazing orgasm we shared. Our chests heave against one another and I revel in the feeling of Knox’s hands stroking long lines down my sides and back up again, following the motion until either of us are able to string together coherent words again.
Slowly, Knox’s body begins to relax under mine. He hasn’t pulled out yet and there’s this primal part of me that doesn’t want him to. I’m enjoying the feeling of his cock inside of me, resting there all warm and perfect. If he weren’t wearing a condom, he’d be trapping his come in me and I shiver at the thought alone.
Knox’s grip around me tightens even though we’re already body to body. His lips find mine, rewarding me with a sensual kiss.
“So good for me,” he whispers. He shifts, his cock grazing my insides, and I whimper because I’m not all too sure I can go for another round so quickly, no matter how badly I might want to.
Knox shushes me softly, brushing the hair from my face so he can stroke soothing patterns against my cheek.
“That was incredible. A-plus,” I sigh, shutting my eyes, more than content to lie here like this for the rest of the night.
But it seems like Knox hasn’t forgotten what I’d been forcing myself to do before he arrived, because he says, “It was. Now, let’s clean up and get you that A-plus for real.”