18. Defiling the Kitchen #2
I captured her mouth with mine, all of my restrained desire breaking free. Sure, I’d explored her with my mouth and fingers the weekend before, but now I wanted inside her.
I backed her against the kitchen counter, and her fingers fumbled with my zipper, equally urgent. “Last weekend...” I breathed against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.
She arched against me. “What about it?”
“I should have been inside of you.” I unhooked her bra with one hand, letting it fall to the floor. “I’m going to make up for that right now.”
Her eyes darkened as I cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple. I lifted her onto the counter, yanking her underwear down her legs in one swift motion. My jeans and boxers quickly followed, kicked aside as I stepped between her thighs.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’ve been thinking about this since then.”
The memory of our night out dancing and then ending up tangled in her bed reignited a fire that was still smoldering. I gripped her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. “Tell me what you want, Quinn.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, eyes locked with mine. “I want you to stop holding back.”
Something primal uncoiled inside me at her words. I thrust into her in one fluid motion, swallowing her noises with a kiss. Her body tensed around me.
I stilled, giving her time to adjust. When she rolled her hips and her nails dug crescents into my back, I began to move. I set a rhythm that had her clutching the edge of the counter for support.
The sight of her with her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing with each thrust nearly had me coming. I slowed, determined to make it last.
Her eyes flew open. “Don’t you dare slow down.”
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “Demanding.”
She bit her lip, a challenge in her eyes. “You have no idea.”
I hooked my arms under her thighs, lifting her off the counter. She clung to me as I carried her the few steps to the kitchen table, laying her back on the wooden surface without breaking our connection.
The new angle drew a moan from her as I resumed my pace, driving deeper. Her hands reached above her head, gripping the opposite edge of the table for leverage as she met each thrust.
“Enzo, fuck, it’s so good.” Her voice was breathless as her body writhed beneath me.
I leaned down to capture a nipple between my teeth, circling it with my tongue before releasing it with a pop. “I love how you say my name.”
Her legs tightened around me. “Enzo,” she repeated, deliberately this time.
My control slipped another notch. I gripped her hips, angling her to hit the spot that made her eyes roll back. Her body tensed, teetering on the edge.
“Not yet,” I growled, pulling out suddenly.
Her protest died on her lips as I flipped her onto her stomach, bending her over the table. I gathered her hair in my fist, using it to guide her into position as I entered her from behind.
The sound that escaped her was part surprise, part pleasure. I leaned over her, my chest against her back as I established a punishing rhythm, my free hand snaking around to circle her clit.
She pushed back against me, taking me deeper. “Yes, right there. Don’t stop.”
I nipped at her shoulder, marking her. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Her breathing grew ragged, muscles flexing around me as she approached her peak. I fought my own release, determined to feel her come apart first.
The table rocked beneath us, the legs scraping against the floor with each thrust. In some distant part of my mind, I registered that we should probably be more careful with the furniture, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Her arms started to shake, struggling to maintain her position. I pulled out again, turning her to face me. Her pupils were blown wide, lips swollen from our kisses.
“Floor,” I managed between breaths. “Deeper.”
Understanding flashed in her eyes, and she knelt on the tile. I positioned myself behind her, one hand returning to her hair while the other gripped her hip.
I entered her again, setting a pace that had us both gasping. She dropped to her elbows, changing the angle and triggering a string of curses from my lips.
“Harder,” she pleaded, looking back over her shoulder. “Please, Enzo, fuck me harder.”
I gently pulled her head back and slid my other hand to her throat. I wrapped my fingers around it, applying just enough pressure without restricting her breathing.
Her reaction was immediate, her body clenching around me as she moaned. “Yes, like that.”
My thumb traced her jawline as I maintained my grip, my thrusts growing more erratic as I neared my limit. She pushed back to meet each one, her body tensing.
“Come for me,” I growled against her ear.
Her body obeyed, shuddering pleasure overtook her. I felt every pulse and contraction around me, and it pushed me over the edge. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep, my release crashing through me with an intensity that left me seeing stars.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the kitchen floor, both of us breathing like we’d just won a race. I rolled to my back, pulling her on top of me, her hair a wild mess around her shoulders.
For several minutes, we lay there, heartbeats gradually slowing to normal. She traced lazy patterns on my chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
“Well,” she finally broke the silence, “that was worth waiting for.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me. “Agreed.”
She propped herself up on an elbow. “Though I think we might have traumatized your kitchen.”
I glanced around at the scattered clothing, the table that had shifted position, and the puddles of water still drying on the floor. I stroked her back, enjoying her skin against mine. “Are we going to tell them that we defiled the kitchen?”
“Then they’ll want details.” Her finger traced a circle around my nipple. “We could always reenact it for them.”
The image that conjured sent heat pooling in my belly again. “Or we could drop increasingly obvious hints at dinner and watch them try to figure it out.”
She lifted her head, eyes gleaming with delight. “Oh, that’s evil. I love it.”
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I bet I can make Kellan choke on his food at least twice.”
“I bet I can make Reid blush three times. Winner gets a free orgasm anytime, anywhere.”
“You’re on.” I sealed our bet with a kiss that threatened to reignite everything.
She reluctantly pulled away, glancing at the clock on the microwave. “We should probably clean up.”
I sighed, knowing she was right. “Shower first?”
Her smile turned wicked. “Together? To conserve water, of course.”
“Of course.” I stood, pulling her up with me. “It’s the environmentally responsible thing to do.”
As we gathered our wet clothes from the floor, she paused. “Hey, Enzo?”
I looked up, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in her tone.
“Thank you for not overthinking it and jumping in.”
A quiet kind of warmth took root and spread. “Thank you for making me want to.”
We might not know where this thing between the four of us was going, but for once in my life, I was okay with the uncertainty.