5. Porter
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I really can’t complain about living next door to the bar. It’s convenient when I need to get there quickly. I save a shit ton of money on gas. And on nights like this, when I was stuck inside for hours, it’s nice to breathe in the air during my hundred-yard walk.
Usually, I’d take my time. Go over anything I need to remember—like making it a priority to hire a second bartender. Breathe in the crisp air. But not tonight. No, tonight I need to get home.
I’ve got the best kind of surprise waiting for me.
How do I know? When you’ve slept with a woman for eight years, you get to know their looks. Their body language. And the smile that Quinn sent me before she left with her sisters? I only get that smile when she’s feeling extra feisty.
It’s about to be my lucky night.
God, she looked so good. You’d think since I just saw her a month ago she wouldn’t have this kind of effect on me. It was actually the opposite. From the second I saw her in that tight white blouse, her hair messy on top of her head, I wanted to turn off the “open” sign and fuck her right there on top of the bar. When I was at her table, I wanted to sit her on my lap, just so I could feel her against me. And when she leaned over the bar tonight when I stupidly told her to come closer? She knew what she was doing when she gave me the perfect view of her tits. The woman knows they’re my kryptonite.
Which is why I’m sprinting home. When I walked out of the bar and looked toward my house, I could see a faint light coming from my bedroom. I take the porch steps two at a time and throw the door open, kicking off my shoes as I all but sprint to my bedroom, thankful I showed her where I hide the spare key years ago.
I take a second to catch my breath—I have to keep some sort of cool about me—before opening the door. Now, I could find her asleep. There have been nights she’s come over and used my spare key when I’ve had a late-night closing. When that happens, I wake her up by her favorite way—with my tongue between her thighs.
Except when I open the door, I see that Quinn is definitely not asleep.
No. She’s sitting up in my bed, gloriously naked, legs spread, and staring right at me.
“Took you long enough.”
I grin at her words as I slowly start making my way toward the bed, unbuttoning my shirt as I go, tossing it to the side as I stand in front of her.
“Did you start without me?”
She coyly shrugs. “Maybe.”
I crook my finger, silently asking her to come to meet me at the foot of the bed. She never takes her big brown eyes off of me as she maneuvers to her knees, crawling to me.
I swear the woman is a fucking goddess.
But as she comes closer, I realize that there’s more than fire in her eyes. Hurt? Vulnerability? That’s not something I normally see from Quinn, especially in this bedroom. I don’t think I’ve seen that look on her since our first night together eight years ago.
“Can you do something for me?”
Quinn Banks just crawled to me, and now her tits are pressed against my chest. Right now I’d commit murder for her, especially after I tip her chin up and stare at her red lips.
“Anything.”
For a second, I see that sadness back in her eyes before she pushes it away. “Make me forget.”
I wasn’t expecting that.
“Are you okay? What happened? Did someone?—”
She shakes her head. “No. I’ve…it’s been an epically shitty week. I’m sad and confused. I stole my mom’s car to drive back over here. So what I need now is for you to not push me on anything and just fuck me. Fuck me so I forget that my world is upside down. Can you do that?”
Shitty week? World upside down? What is she talking about? “Qu?—”
She quickly puts a finger in front of my lips. “Please. Don’t ask. I’ve talked a lot today. I’m going to have to do it a lot tomorrow. And everything will be public knowledge soon. But just—please—tonight…fuck me until I forget.”
I do have a lot of questions. A ton, actually. But that’s not my job right now.
She wants to forget? Done.
I lower my hand from her chin, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before I have both hands on each of her perfect ass cheeks, tipping her back onto my bed. The mattress is so soft that she bounces a little, which gives me a spectacular view of her flawless tits bouncing on her chest. I know I just saw her a month ago—and we usually go much longer between our rendezvous—but my mouth is salivating at the thought of getting to feast on those tonight.
But that can wait. Tonight isn’t about me. Tonight is about making sure Quinn forgets her name, where she’s at, and that she forgets to say that this is the last time.
I quickly unlatch my belt and snap it off my waist, pushing my blue jeans and boxer briefs down as Quinn positions herself on my bed just where she thinks I want her.
“Where you going?”
She gives me a questioning look as she lays in the spot where we usually start. “Where I normally go?”
“Oh no,” I say, crawling up to her, trailing small kisses across her soft skin. “If you want to forget, then this isn’t going to be like it normally is. If you want to forget everything, and feel nothing but my cock, then this is going to be different. You good with that, Hurricane?”
The fire is back in her eyes, and all traces of that vulnerability are now gone. “Do your worst, McCoy.”
“That’s my girl,” I say, crashing in for a hard kiss before pulling back. “Now hold on.”
As soon as she has her hands on the bars of my headboard, I pull her down as far as her outreached arms will go. I spread her legs apart, displaying her already wet, and always perfect, pussy.
“You already wet for me?” I groan as I lean down, brushing a finger across her slit before inserting two fingers.
“Yes,” she moans, her body starting to writhe as I immediately go for the spot I know will make her come apart. “I’ve been waiting.”
“I know you have,” I say as I continue to work my fingers in and out of her, harder and faster with every pump. “And you looked so fucking pretty and needy sitting up in my bed for me.”
I insert a third finger, making her body convulse. “Were you getting anxious for me to come in and touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Were you thinking about me? How I’d be sucking on your tits tonight? Eating this pretty pussy?”
She doesn’t answer for a second, which I know is because I’ve brought her close twice now, only to pull the brakes slightly so she’s not coming just yet. But that doesn’t mean I don’t pinch her nipple, sending a shock directly into her pussy that’s now holding my fingers like a fucking vise.
“Answer me, Quinn. Were you thinking about my mouth on them?”
She lets out a yelp as I twist her nipple. “Yes. I was thinking about you. Your mouth. How turned on you get because of me.”
She’s right about that. I’ve always been a tits guy. I blame nineties television, specifically Baywatch . But nothing, and I mean nothing, could’ve prepared me for the first time Quinn and I were together and feeling those two, soft, round, perfect tits in my hands. I think I camped out there for an hour, just kissing and sucking on them. Getting lost in the feel of her.
And then there was the time I made her come just from nipple play. That was fun. We should do that again sometime.
Except she’s probably going to give me the bullshit that this is it. I mean, she’s always gone back on her word, but do I want to chance that? I’ve never been a gambling man, and I definitely don’t want to take the chance that tonight is indeed the last night and I didn’t do every single thing I want to do with this woman.
“You know me so well,” I say as I bring her just to another cusp of an orgasm before removing my fingers. The sudden emptiness makes Quinn gasp and her eyes immediately look to see what I’m doing. “I also know you very, very well.”
She wants to say something, but she’s stopped the second my teeth lightly latch on to her nipple. I let go quickly, letting my tongue explore before my mouth takes over.
“Porter, please...I need to come. I’m so close.”
“Shhh….” I say, taking my coated fingers and tracing them around her other nipple. “You asked me to make you forget, right?”
She nods, her eyes now glued to my hands.
“Then trust me. Lay back. Just focus on my mouth. I’ll do the rest.”
My mouth descends on her other breast, licking and sucking the wetness I placed there before inserting my fingers back inside her. The sudden action makes Quinn’s hips buck into me, and as much as I’d love to take my time tonight, that’s not a possibility. Especially when Quinn’s desperate cries fill the room.
“Porter. God…so close. Please, God, please…”
I speed up my efforts, fingering her like I don’t think I ever have before. Quinn’s hands are gripping the headboard so tight her knuckles are white. But it would be a small price to pay for the orgasm I know she’s about to have.
I hook my fingers just slightly inside her, and just like I expected, she detonates. Screams fill the room. My sheets are soaked from Quinn’s release. I’m sweating from just watching this beautiful woman come undone from my hand.
But little does she know, she’s not done yet.
“Come here,” I growl, bringing her in only so I can roll her over. “I need to fuck you.”
Quinn climbs to her hands and knees as I grab a condom out of my nightstand drawer. I watch her intently as I roll it on, loving how she’s so ready for me.
“That’s my girl,” I growl, coming behind her. “Now hold on.”
It only takes one thrust from me to make her lose any control of her body, collapsing to the bed as I fuck her from behind. It’s fine. Doggy style has its purpose, but knowing she’s so tired that she can’t hold herself up, but also is begging me to fuck her harder? There’s nothing hotter on this fucking planet.
“That’s it,” I say, which is accompanied by a smack on her ass. “I bet you can’t come again.”
I’ve found that over the years, Quinn responds to most dirty talk. But like everything else in her life, she can’t turn down a challenge. Or being wrong. Or not winning. The first time I dared her to orgasm, I thought a pipe burst somewhere. I don’t use this tactic all the time, but tonight feels fitting.
“Yes, I can,” she says, a touch of resilience in her voice as she pushes herself back onto all fours. She turns over her shoulder, looking me dead in the eyes. “Fuck me like you mean it, McCoy."
I can only smile as the heat in our eyes meet. “Yes, ma’am.”
And I do. I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked her. The only sound in the room is our bodies coming together and the eventual screams of our orgasms.
“Holy shit,” Quinn says, her body once again collapsing onto the bed. Only this time, mine follows behind her.
“Yes indeed,” I say, kissing her shoulder as I roll to her side.
Neither of us say anything as we catch our breaths and come down from the highs. Normally, this would be the time we make idle chit chat and I eventually ask her to stay. But I know better than that tonight.
I slowly roll off the bed to go dispose of the condom. I quickly clean myself up and splash some water on my face, which doesn’t take me more than a few minutes. However, when I come back into my bedroom with a warm washcloth for her, I notice Quinn is still lying face down on the bed. When I approach, I hear the tiniest of snores coming from her lips.
“Get some sleep, Hurricane,” I say as I do my best to clean her up while not waking her. I toss the washcloth in the hamper before carefully climbing into my side of the bed. For starters, I don’t want to wake her. She has to be exhausted if she let herself fall asleep here. And two, it’s taking every ounce of willpower I still have to not throw an arm around her, bringing her into me so I can feel her against my chest.
But I’m not going to do either of those things. I know better than to press my luck.
So I’m going to enjoy this moment while it exists. I don’t know how long she’s going to sleep, or if she’ll be here when I wake up, but I’m going to sleep now, knowing Quinn Banks is in my bed.
And that I fucked her so hard that she forgot to leave.