Chapter 42 #2
He pulls back and stands, reaching out to grab my hands, and pulls me up to stand in front of him.
Quentin lifts the hem of my sweater, up and over my head, then discards my dark blue bralette.
Without saying a word, he rolls down my leggings, followed by my panties, leaving me bare before him.
Somehow the lack of words makes it hotter because I’m waiting with anticipation for what’s to come next.
“On your knees,” he commands, making my insides pool with heat as I drop to my knees. He runs his fingers through my hair, his touch reverent as he says, “You’re going to suck my cock for being such a brat, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I hum appreciatively before spitting on his cock. I wrap my hand around his shaft, spreading the wetness as he throws his head back from pleasure.
I run my tongue on the underside of his cock, giving the tip a flick when I reach it, making his thighs tighten. Teasing him is fun, but I can’t hold back anymore, so I wrap my lips around the head, sucking and twirling my tongue before releasing it and sliding my mouth down his length.
A choking sound emerges from the back of his throat, making him groan.
“Keep choking on my cock, that’s it,” he praises, and I do it again, bringing my mouth as far as I can down his cock and choking once more.
I do it over and over again, feeling him become even harder, and just when I think he’s going to come, he pulls out of my mouth.
Confused, I pout at him because I wanted the satisfaction of making him come with my mouth.
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me roughly, then pulls back and says, “I’m not coming in your mouth. My cum belongs right here.” He cups my pussy and rubs his fingers along it.
My knees buckle as I moan softly, and he spins me around, my ass against his cock. I grind against him, but he pulls away.
I whimper in frustration, and he chuckles. “Soon, chérie. Right now, you’re going to bend over, hands on the edge of the bed as I eat that sweet pussy.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. I comply, bending over so that my arms are resting on the bed, with my ass in the air.
His thigh nudges between my legs, spreading them farther apart so that my pussy is exposed, a shiver rolling through my body at the feeling.
Turning my head over my shoulder, I watch as Quentin falls to his knees, his tongue tracing the seam of his lips as he gazes hungrily at my pussy.
The sight nearly does me in, so I turn back around just as his tongue makes contact with my slit. He licks me in one long lick, then goes back and forth, his hands squeezing either side of my ass.
“Your taste is delectable, chérie,” he says just before he wraps his lips around my clit, making my eyes roll.
“Fuck,” I scream from the sensation. Quentin increases his efforts, moving from sucking on my clit to flicking it rapidly, to running his tongue over it in circles.
I turn my head, and I moan at the sight before me. Quentin on his knees, mouth glued to my pussy, with my juices running down his chin.
My legs shake, and Quentin removes his hand on my ass and shoves two fingers inside of me as his mouth sucks on my clit once more.
It sets me off, my orgasm pulling me under as I let go in a mess of moans and screams as my entire body shakes. Quentin holds on to my legs, keeping me upright as he continues to flick my clit through the high.
Once my breathing evens out, he pulls away and spins me around to face him. His tongue enters my mouth, giving me a taste of myself, and I groan, trying to get more of it from his mouth.
“You like the taste of your pussy?”
“Mhm,” I moan, my chest heaving from the intensity of our kiss.
“I like the way you taste too, chérie. Now it’s time to see how it looks dripping with my cum.”
Fuck. Who is this guy? I’m never going to get over this man now that I’ve seen this side of him.
“Lie on the bed,” he instructs, and I do, eagerly waiting to see what he’s going to do. He lies on the bed behind me.
I turn my head, his lips finding mine instantly as he kneads my breast with his hand. His fingers pull on my nipple and I squeal.
“Too sensitive right now,” I tell him.
“Sorry, mon coeur. You tell me if anything hurts, okay?” His voice is soft, more like the Quentin I’m used to.
“I will.”
“Let’s see how flexible you are,” he says curiously as he taps my right leg. “Can you lift this leg up and around my shoulder?”
I side-eye him. Of course I can do that. I lift that leg up and back, then extend it backward until it rests on his shoulder. It opens me up completely, and I know he’s going to feel so full this way.
Quentin grips the base of his cock, running it up and down my soaking slit, making me inhale sharply. He doesn’t stop, continuing to run his cock back and forth, working me up to the point that I’m squirming on the bed.
“Please,” I beg.
He complies, sliding the head of his cock inside me, making me sigh in relief.
“Breathe,” he whispers against my ear before kissing my neck. “Let me fill you.”
I lose myself in the feel of his hot mouth on my neck, relaxing into his touch, allowing him to slowly work himself inside of me.
“Q,” I moan. “I need more.”
“You’ll take what I give you.”
Despite his commanding words, he moves his hips slowly, allowing me to adjust to the feeling, and eventually the pinch of tightness gives way to pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
His forehead drops to my shoulder when he’s fully inside of me, our bodies connected as one for the first time since that night months ago.
“Fuck me,” I urge him, moving my hips to try to get some movement.
He grips onto my hips, stilling them as he lifts his forehead and says, “I got you. All you need to do is lie there and take it. Think you can do that?”
“Yes.” The word turns into a moan as he draws back and thrusts back in slowly, but measured.
Each time he pulls out, he thrusts back in faster than before, making me whimper each time. It’s pain and pleasure rolled into one, a heady combination that I’m a mess for.
I’m dripping all over his cock, my nipples are rock hard and sweat’s dripping down the sides of my face.
“Play with your clit. I need to feel you come on my cock before I fill you,” he says between breaths.
My hand drifts down to my clit, playing with it just the way I like as he rams into me, his thrusts less measured and more wild, the unrestrained version of himself that I’ve been craving.
“Choke me,” I tell him, knowing it’s what I need.
Quentin reaches his arm between us until his hand is gripping the side of my throat, the pressure making me clench from the dizzying pleasure.
“God, Teagan, look at you. Taking my cock so fucking well,” he says appreciatively, his words taking me closer to the peak I’m so desperate to fall off of.
Quentin removes his hand from my neck, trailing it down until it rests on the side of my belly. “I want to keep you like this. Pregnant and full of my cum. Fuck, it’s all I’ve been dreaming about.”
His words set me off, my pussy squeezing around his cock as my thighs shake, and my world blacks out with bliss.
I ride the high as he continues to fuck me, and when I become conscious, I realize I may have a breeding kink when it comes to him, because those words set me off in a way I never knew was possible.
Quentin adjusts us so that he’s between my legs now, fucking me in missionary. His lips come down onto mine, kissing me so expertly despite the unabashed pace he’s fucking me with.
His head falls to my neck as he comes, grunting and groaning as his entire body shakes. We both lie there, limp and breathless as we try to regulate our bodies after that mind-blowing experience.
Our first was great, especially for a random one-night stand. But now…with these feelings, it’s so much better than I ever thought sex could be.
I kiss the top of his head as my fingers dance across his back, up and down.
Quentin’s head pops up, looking at me in a way I’ve never been looked at before.
“I like you a lot,” he says, making me giggle.
“I like you a lot too.”
I don’t know what it’s like to love someone, and it’s far too soon for us to be saying it, so I like this version for now.
He smiles, a big beautiful smile that makes my chest warm knowing I put that there.
Lifting my head off the pillow, I press my lips to his, but he doesn’t let it linger too long as he pulls out of me and gets off the bed.
He returns with a washcloth and proceeds to clean me up, and once we’ve both gone to the washroom, we return to his bed, naked and cuddling.
My head is on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as we bask in the silence and beginning of this new part in our relationship.
Which reminds me…
“Are you—” we both say at the same time, making us laugh.
“You go first,” I tell him.
“Are you okay? Everything feels fine?” he asks as he plays with my hair.
“I feel amazing. This was perfect.”
“I know,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Your turn. What were you going to ask?”
My fingers toy gently with his chest hair as I work up the courage to ask him what exactly we’re doing here. I’m someone who always likes to have a plan, so I need this figured out right this second. “What does this mean? Are we…dating?”
Quentin puts a finger under my chin, lifting it so that we’re eye to eye now. “Yes. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
Not wanting to assume anything, I also need some clarification on whether this impacts the plans we had in place prior to this new development in our relationship.
“Should I still be looking for somewhere to stay once the baby comes and we’re settled?”
“If it’s something you need, sure. But I think it’s working out well, wouldn’t you say?” he says in a teasing tone. “I don’t see a reason not to live together if we’re dating and having a baby, but of course if you need it, do it.”
This man is too good for his own good. He cares more about what I need than what he wants, giving me the option a lot of men wouldn’t.
“I’m happy to stay right here,” I tell him, pressing my lips against his.
It’s the truth.
Where I was once unsure of my path in life, now I know, wherever life takes me, I want him by my side.
Somewhere along the way, as the lines got blurred, I fell hopelessly in love with the father of my child.
And there’s no going back now.