14. Quinn
14
QUINN
M y heart slams against my ribs in the wake of my shameless plea. I know it’s wrong of me. To ask Lance to have sex with me. Of course it would go against his loyalty to my brother. It might even put him in danger if it pisses Killian off badly enough.
But I’m so intensely in love with Lance, I can’t help myself.
And after getting a taste of the way he kisses…?
I feel as though he’s set my very soul on fire.
And nothing is going to put that flame out. Not even my fear of the repercussions.
For the breadth of a second, I think he might tell me no. Because he pauses, his lips hovering over mine so close I can tell he’s holding his breath as he makes his decision. It’s pure agony. Putting myself out there like that. Throwing all preconceived, archaic notions about who’s supposed to make the first move out the window on the prayer that it might work—if I start something, maybe, just maybe, Lance will want me too.
If I hadn’t caught him looking at my lips, I’m not sure I ever would have been brave enough to kiss him. But God, I’ve never been so glad I took the risk. And that first success has made me bold. For the first time in my life, I feel brave enough to ask for what I want. To show my vulnerability and hope that I don’t end up completely shattered.
And just as I feel like I’ve ruined the moment—blown my shot by aiming for the moon—Lance’s full, powerful lips come crashing down on mine with renewed verve. Heat blasts through my core, wet excitement flooding my panties at the realization that Lance might actually want me to.
I didn’t scare him away by saying what I want.
Instead, he’s kissing me like I might just be the last woman on earth.
Slowly, he shifts, easing me down onto the bed so I’m lying on my back, his body pressed against the length of my side. I can feel him, like iron, digging into my thigh, and my stomach quivers with the thought of actually losing my virginity to him like I’ve dreamed about a thousand times.
This can’t actually be happening, right?
But if this is a dream, I desperately don’t want it to stop. Because after a week’s worth of nightmares, I’m finally having the dream I want.
“God, I want you so bad,” I moan, rolling into him and wrapping my leg around his hip so I can grind against him.
Lance releases a deep, guttural groan that almost makes me come on the spot, and I gasp when he rocks on top of me, pinning my hips to the bed with his as he braces on his forearms. His thick, throbbing erection presses adamantly against my clit as he rocks forward against me. And the zing of pleasure that races up my spine is dangerously addictive.
We’re not even having sex yet, and it feels like our chemistry might just burn the house down. Whatever I thought it might be like, being with Lance, it couldn’t hold a candle to this. Combing my hands into his thick head of brown locks, I keep my lips firmly trapped against his boldly stroking my tongue into his mouth in an attempt to show him how I want him. To encourage him to do the same to me with his cock.
Rough, calloused fingers slide beneath the loose fabric of my nightshirt, skating up my ribs impatiently to cup my breast in his large palm. Warmth seeps into my skin from his intimate touch, and I arch into him, my nipple puckering in response.
“So perfect,” he growls against my lips, the deep, carnal sound sending a shiver down my spine. And then his hand is guiding my shirt higher, revealing my breasts completely.
Pulse throbbing through my veins, I lift my arms to help him, and as soon as the cool air hits my nipples, they’re tight and aching with excitement. Lance leans down, wrapping his lips around one hard nub. I cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensation, the way it sends a jolt of arousal straight down to my clit.
My knees quake, my thighs quivering with anticipation as my whole body starts to throb. And then Lance’s hot lips are burning a trail down my abdomen, creeping closer to the waist of my sleep shorts. His thick fingers hook around the elastic waistband, and I pant, lifting my hips as he drags the fabric down my hips and thighs, stripping me naked in a matter of moments.
He tosses them aside and pauses as he stares down at me. “Christ,” he rasps, the desire in his eyes so intense it might just light my skin on fire.
I feel the same way about him as I take in his rippling chest and abdomen, the way his cock presses adamantly against his joggers.
“Condom?” he growls.
Thank God for clinicals and hospitals that are always handing out freebies. And while I’ve never gone far enough to need one before, a girl can always dream. So I keep a few in my nightstand—just in case. “That drawer,” I breathe, pointing.
And my heart stutters when he rocks up off the bed momentarily. He digs quickly through the drawer, pulling out a purple foil. I have no clue if it will be the right size or even a brand he likes, and honestly, right now, I’m not sure I care. I’d let him fuck me without it I want to feel Lance inside me so badly.
Quickly stripping his sweatpants, Lance releases his impressive erection, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of his thick length. Not that I have a lot of firsthand experience to go on—okay, I have none actually—but are cocks supposed to be that large?
Heat throbs between my thighs as I watch him roll the condom down his impressive girth. Then his molten blue gaze returns to mine as he comes back to bed. Lips parted, I suck in shaky breaths as I watch him climb between my thighs. It’s now or never, and while I’m slightly terrified to actually be losing my virginity so unexpectedly, I’ve never wanted anything more desperately in my life.
Only Lance doesn’t take me right away like I thought he might. Instead, he grasps one of my ankles, bringing my foot up off the bed. And gently, he kisses the fading ring of bruises from where the zip ties kept me trapped against the chair. My heart twinges to see the tender gesture.
But then his lips slowly trail up the inside of my calf, my knee, my thigh, and a fresh round of butterflies erupt in my stomach when he finds the small patch of hair at the peak of my thighs. Hot breath washes across the sensitive flesh, and I shudder at the sinfully erotic sensation. Of having Lance Knight’s mouth less than an inch from my most intimate spot.
His tongue strokes out, the tip sliding along my slit as he gently parts my folds, and I nearly lose my mind at the intensely euphoric sensation. I thought it might be embarrassing—moments before, I was on the verge of feeling self-conscious. But his mouth delivering such ecstasy wipes any bashful thoughts from my mind.
“Oh God, yes!” I gasp, my fingers combing into his hair once more as I cling to him for dear life.
He releases a low, throaty sound of approval, his tongue delving more adamantly as he licks up my juices.
And then his mouth closes around my clit.
I buck off the bed, my hips levitating with the intensity of my excitement.
He’s only just started to pleasure me, and yet, I can feel my climax blasting through me like an atomic bomb. Screaming his name, I come hard and fast all over Lance’s tongue. And all the while, he continues to suck gently on my clit, teasing every last drop of pleasure from my body.
Then, as I collapse back onto the bed, having survived the best orgasm of my life, he slowly rises from between my thighs, a wicked smile on his glistening lips.
I’ve never seen this side of Lance. This dangerously tempting, sinfully predatory side. Like he’s the lion and I’m the mouse caught between his paws. My stomach quivers with anticipation as he strokes one large hand down his face, cleaning my arousal from his facial hair—his incredibly soft, almost ticklish beard.
And when he leans over me, his hips settling between my thighs as he aligns our body, I think I might have just died. Whether I went to heaven or hell, I can’t quite say. But wherever I am, I’ll gladly stay here for eternity.
“You taste delicious,” he purrs. And as if he wants me to share in the experience, he kisses me deeply, stroking his tongue between my lips.
Fresh arousal jolts through my body as I taste what must be my own tang. I don’t know why that’s so ridiculously sexy. But having Lance eat my out and then call me delicious might just be the single hottest thing a man has ever done to me. It’s so insanely erotic, I almost don’t register the slick rubber that nudges softly between my folds.
But as Lance’s swollen tip finds my entrance, I’m immediately brought back to reality. Holy cow. This is really happening. I’m about to lose my virginity to the man I’ve been crushing on since before I had breasts.
I barely have time to wrap my mind around it before he thrusts inside me.
All the way inside of me.
And suddenly, it’s all I can do not to scream.
Because dear God, he’s so big, it hurts.
Clinging to him, I lock down every muscle in my body, willing myself to ride out the pain. I know this can happen—that it can hurt when the hymen breaks—and I breathe through the overwhelming sense of fear and vulnerability that washes through me unexpectedly.
But as if he senses my distress, Lance stills inside of me. Breaking our kiss, he breathes heavily as he rests his forehead against mine. “You okay?” he rasps.
Biting back a whimper, I nod.
“Sorry. I know I’m big.”
The understatement of the century. But as he gives me a moment to wrap my mind around it, my muscles start to relax. And the sharp, intense initial pain is fading. In its wake, a throbbing pulse starts between my thighs. I’ve never felt so full, so incredibly stretched and claimed . But damn does it feel good to be so intensely intertwined with Lance’s body.
I’ve wanted this for so long.
And the sense of victory—of mind-blowing relief—burns away the last lingering shadows of pain.
“I’m good,” I murmur. “Really.”
Lance nods, and his lips find mine with that same burning intensity with which he first kissed me. Heat pools in my core, stoking my arousal as he slowly starts to rock inside me. And while it’s almost too many sensations at first, quickly that fades into a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known before.
“This feels so good,” I moan, my fingers digging into the thick muscles of his back as I ride the waves of pleasure that seep through me.
“ So good, ” he groans, his hips picking up the pace.
And as he takes me with fierce passion, it’s all I can do but let him. I never knew a man could own my body so completely. But I love how he feels like he’s everywhere all at once—his lips searing kisses into my flesh, his powerful hands roaming the curves of my breasts and hips, his cock filling me again and again and again.
He thrusts relentlessly inside me, and I come more than once, one orgasm swelling into the next as he seems to ignite my desire even before the last one’s done.
“God, I want to make you come all night,” he groans, his hand grasping my hip, holding me in place as he pounds inside me, thrusting despite the vise grip my pussy has around his cock.
I mewl a response, unable to form words as my third climax ripples along his length, my clit pulsing in rhythm with his powerful penetrations.
“But I don’t think I can hold out.”
He grunts, the sound both carnal and animalistic, and I know without having ever heard it before that he’s on the brink of coming as well. The thought of him coming inside me brings my excitement to a fever pitch, and I sob with the intensity of it. Wet anticipation gushes out, mingling with my juices from all the times he’s brought me to climax.
A soft snarl rips from his chest, and his hips jerk forward, near violent and erratic as he seems to lose control. And when I clamp down around his iron length, I feel him explode inside me.
Warmth floods my veins as he throbs, and I throb with him, coming once more at the realization that Lance is coming inside me. I can hardly believe how right it feels to be with him. Tangled so inextricably in his arms.
We still together, breathing heavily as the aftershocks of my orgasm squeeze his softening length. And slowly, tenderly, he eases out of me. Collapsing back onto my bed, he stares up at the ceiling, and after a moment’s hesitation, I join him.
Resting my cheek against his chest, I press my ear over his heart and listen to its steady beat.
“That was…amazing,” I murmur, contentment seeping out through my limbs and relaxing me completely. So completely, it takes me a moment to notice he doesn’t respond.
And while his arm is wrapped around my shoulders, I’m suddenly intensely aware of how still he’s become.
“Lance?” I ask, rising up on my elbow so I can look at his face. My stomach plummets when I see his troubled expression. “What’s wrong?” I breathe.
With a heavy sigh, Lance sits up, sliding back until his shoulders find my headboard, and his signature scowl folds his heavy brow. “I made a mistake,” he says, his eyes refusing to meet mine. “I shouldn’t have had sex with you.”