17. Lance
17
LANCE
I could kick myself for being so reckless. At least I haven’t come yet. But the intense pleasure of feeling Quinn climaxing all over my cock almost made me lose my load inside her. And it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint to keep her still right now so I don’t do just that.
“Did you…?” she asks breathlessly, a shiver racing down her spine and making my balls ache with the need to pour my seed inside her.
“No—just…give me a second,” I rasp.
Quinn nods, and I can tell she’s trying to be as still as possible. But the tantalizing way her breath fans across my shoulder and neck is making it nearly impossible to rein myself back in. Finally, I grasp her hips and slowly ease out of her, lifting her off my painfully hard length.
“I have more…” she says, leaning toward the bedside table.
I balance her as she opens the drawer and pulls out another foil packet. She tears it and gets to work rolling the rubber down my length with a confidence that’s far from virginal. Then again, this is Quinn we’re talking about. She knows everything about nursing and the body. Of course she would know how to put on a condom without ever having done so before.
And damn she puts it on with such perfect, talented fingers. Her caress makes my cock throb, my swollen tip twitching with the need to be back inside her.
“There,” she breathes, her jade eyes dilating to a beautiful shade of emerald as they meet mine.
I should have taken advantage of our momentary reprieve. Found the strength to put a stop to what we’re doing. Resisted Quinn’s intoxicating beauty. I don’t like the idea of betraying Killian, and having sex with my best friend’s kid sister is doing just that.
But the truth is, Quinn’s no longer a kid. She’s a beautiful, intelligent, funny young woman who’s impossible not to want. And as she guides my aching erection back to her entrance, I can’t stop it. I need to feel her wrapped around me more than I need my next breath.
I groan with the euphoria of her warm wetness stretching around my length. And though it doesn’t feel quite as good as being inside her raw, it’s still sinfully enticing. Yet, in the back of my mind, I feel a strange sense of disappointment over not having the pleasure of coming inside her.
What is wrong with me?
I can’t seem to stop asking myself that.
But pouring cum inside Quinn would be about the worst thing I could do. So why do I want to so desperately?
Fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her hips, I support Quinn’s light weight, guiding her as she rides me. And steadily, she finds a rhythm that she can sustain. Her fingers comb into my hair, tugging softly at the roots as she braces against my shoulders with her forearms.
Her hard nipples brush against my chest, the softness of her breasts a delicious contrast that hits my pulse like an electric shock.
And all the while, her pussy ripples around me, so tight that it continues to remind me that I’m her first—her only. Something deep and instinctual inside me feels a great sense of satisfaction about that fact. Sick, I know, when I have no right to covet my friend’s sister—to even think about her the way I am.
But something’s changed between us. And I’m not sure we can go back from this.
“You’re so big,” Quinn moans as her hips roll forward, taking me deeper into her depths.
“You’re so damn tight,” I growl. “I’m not hurting you?”
Quinn releases a breathy laugh and shakes her head. “In case you haven’t noticed, I can’t seem to stop coming. You feel so good.”
A low snarl of satisfaction rips from my chest, and I shift, changing positions once again as I put Quinn on her back. She moans, her green eyes soft as she watches me, trusting that she’s going to like whatever I have in mind.
I hook one of her thin ankles over each of my shoulders, and slowly, I lean into her, folding her in half. Quinn gasps, her eyes flying wide as I penetrate her even deeper—finding that hidden spot that drives her wild.
“Come for me again, beautiful,” I command, holding her legs against my chest as I rock my hips into her with slow, deliberate motions.
Quinn cries out, her head falling back and her fingers tangling in the sheets as she does what I say. I groan at the strength of her orgasm. The way her body ripples down my length, gripping me with viselike strength. I keep rolling my hips, maintaining a gentle but deep penetration as I feel her fall apart, her legs quivering against me.
Her back arches up off the bed, her breasts rising beautifully toward the ceiling. And I love the sight of her silky skin, dotted with adorable freckles.
“It feels so good,” Quinn sobs, her breaths ragged as she rides out another release.
She flushes beautifully each time she comes, and I love watching the way her eyes dilate. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, which were wild and adamant and completely careless of how delicate she is. I’ve taken everything from her tonight—all she offered and more. And right now, as I worship the perfection of her sweet pussy, her beautiful body, I can’t bring myself to feel guilty.
Because she’s everything. She’s all I’ll ever want.
And that thought terrifies me most of all.
Releasing her legs slowly, I ease them back onto the bed, letting her relax as I guide her sexy thighs open once more. And she welcomes me in, reaching up to wrap her fingers around the back of my neck so she can guide my lips to hers.
“So perfect,” I murmur, running my palm down the silken skin between her breasts. And as I rock inside her, I continue to explore her body until my thumb brushes across the sensitive point at the peak of her thighs.
Quinn gasps, her body tightening around me and making me groan.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she breathes, her Cupid’s bow lips forming a soft O.
Her eyes roll back into her head, her chest rising, and she squirms beneath me with such verve, it makes my balls tighten. But I want to make her come one more time because I haven’t nearly had my fill. And if this is the only night I get with Quinn, I want to make it count.
Panting, she releases the sexiest mewl of pleasure as her pussy throbs around my length gripping me again and again. My muscles strain with the effort of holding out—holding on just a little longer. Then, when her dangerously alluring aftershocks finally subside, she collapses back against the bed, completely spent.
I groan, my balls sore and bruised from holding back for so long, and I think if she touched them, I’d fill her up with so much cum, it would come dripping back out.
Gently, I ease out of her, looking for any sign that she’s too tender to keep going. But instead, Quinn releases a whimper of protest.
“What are you … ?”
“You’re tired,” I murmur. I can tell in the way her legs tremble even as they relax against the mattress.
“I want more,” she moans. “And you’re not done.”
Chuckling darkly, I roll Quinn onto her side and settle onto the bed beside her. “I can fix that,” I promise, brushing my lips along the shell of her ear.
She shivers, and I can feel the goose bumps erupt along her spine as I press her back against my chest. Then I ease my swollen tip between her perfect ass cheek and find her dripping entrance from behind.
Quinn’s hips roll back instinctively as soon as she feels what I’m doing, and her tight pussy swallows my cock once more without her having to work nearly so hard.
Brushing her thick curls over her shoulder, I trail kisses along the back of her neck.
And I reach around her full hip to find that small pearl of flesh between her thighs.
Quinn gasps, her back arching as she takes in all the various forms of stimulation. And fresh excitement gushes around my cock. I gather it on my fingertips, swirling it around her clit. The sound of pleasure she releases is so low and sultry, I know she’s going to come for me one more time—even if she’s exhausted.
And my cock twitches inside her with the anticipation of feeling her climax again.
This feels so good. So right. Holding Quinn in my arms, pleasuring her from every angle as I savor the perfection of her sensual side. I always thought of Quinn as cute. Adorable.
But now, she’s something else entirely.
She’s dangerously intoxicating.
Alluring.
Seductive.
Even in her innocence.
I never once looked at Quinn with lust before. But now, I can’t stop thinking about her like that. About how I might elicit her next moan of pleasure, her next addicting release. She has me harder than iron and so swollen with the aching need to stay inside her, to fill her with my cock and make her mine.
“Lance,” she moans, reaching back to grasp the nape of my neck over her shoulder.
And as I fuck her slowly, sensually from behind, teasing her clit with soft circles of my fingers, I gently bite down on her earlobe.
This time she screams my name.
And as her walls clamp down around my rock-hard length, I explode inside her. My hips jerk forward with the intensity of my orgasm, pressing into her depths as she comes at the same time. Burst after burst rushes from me, flooding the condom until it’s dripping out around my emptied balls. And I feel almost lightheaded with the euphoria of coming inside Quinn for the second time tonight.
It’s been a while since I’ve slept with a woman. But I’ve never slept with a woman like Quinn before. And as I hold her closer, spooning her from behind while her pussy milks every last drop of cum from my throbbing cock, I know I’ll never sleep with another woman like her.
She feels so perfect in my arms—just the right fit and so incredibly comfortable. The rose and strawberry scent of her skin is so fresh and inviting. And as she relaxes against me, her body melting into mine, she runs her talented nurse’s fingers through the hair of my forearm, tickling the skin lightly and bringing me dangerously close to a purr.
“Lance?” she murmurs in the peaceful quiet that follows.
“Hmm?” I nuzzle closer to her silken hair, fighting the urge to fall asleep.
“I don’t want this to end.”
“Okay.”
Shifting in my arms, Quinn twists her shoulders and neck so she can look back at me. “Okay, it doesn’t have to?” she presses.
And though I know I should end it before things get completely out of hand, the truth is, I don’t want it to end either. I don’t want this to be the only night I get to hold her in my arms. I want the privilege to continue kissing her. And if I don’t take it, someone else will. Because Quinn is incredible. No doubt there’s a line out the door of men waiting for her to date them. But for some reason, she wants me. And I can’t bring myself to throw away that opportunity. No matter how mad Killian is going to be. No matter how much damage my actions have caused.
“Yes,” I agree.
Quinn squeals, the sound so adorably excited, it’s almost childish. She tips her chin up to kiss me once more, making my softening cock twitch inside her. And she moans appreciatively in response. Then she snuggles back against my chest, getting comfortable once more.
“But we need to talk to Killian,” I state.
Quinn releases a heavy sigh. “I know. But…maybe we should wait. Just a little while. He’s got a lot on his plate right now. And I know he’s worried after what happened to me.”
It’s my turn to sigh, and my shoulders find that familiar weight of finding the right path in murky water. “Okay. But soon,” I insist, because every day I look into Killian’s eyes and don’t tell him will be another betrayal.