Chapter 18 #2
Quinn took his time kissing a path down her slit before she felt the tip of his tongue teasing her clit, gently flicking it before tracing it and-
“Oh, God!” Dylan moaned when she felt his lips wrap around her small clit and gently suckled. When he released her clit and slid his tongue down to her core, her back arched off the bed and she had to stop herself from screaming.
While he drove her out of her mind, Quinn reached up and covered her breasts with his hands, gently kneading them in time with his licks. He groaned against her as he slid his tongue inside her and slowly fucked her.
“Please don’t stop,” Dylan whispered as she reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to keep licking her.
Nothing had ever felt this good before.
Absolutely nothing.
When he pulled his tongue back so that he could tease her clit again, Dylan licked her lips hungrily before she asked, “What do you like?”
“I like doing this,” Quinn said, groaning against her clit, the move sending more pleasure between her legs.
“What else?” she asked, only to moan when he said, “Everything.”
“And what does everything entail exactly?” Dylan managed to ask around a moan.
“I’ll show you,” Quinn said, pressing one last kiss against her clit before he pulled away and lay down on the bed next to her before he reached for her, pulling her over him.
“This is what you like?” Dylan asked, surprised that he was letting her take control.
“God, yes,” Quinn said as he leaned up and took her mouth in another hungry kiss as he helped her settle on top of him until she was straddling his lap and-
Tore a moan from him when the move caused her to settle on top of his cock, so she did it again as she placed her hands on the bed and moved, rolling her hips while Quinn ran his hands over her, encouraging her to keep going.
She kept moving, kept sliding over the underside of his cock until that wasn’t enough and she found herself shifting forward as Quinn shifted beneath her so that the next time she rolled her hips back, the tip of his cock was against her core and-
This was it.
There would be no going back after this, Dylan realized as she broke off the kiss and found herself staring into familiar green eyes and-
“Oh, fuck…”
-this was just a deal.
As she pushed back, Dylan closed her eyes and stopped thinking and focused on just how good he felt as he slowly filled her, stretching as he slid inside her.
She’d never been filled like this before, never realized just how good a man could feel before, and she wanted more.
Leaning back down, Dylan kissed Quinn as she moved until she couldn’t take any more of him and pulled back, slowly rolling her hips back and forth, the move allowing her to take more of him each time until finally, she took all of him.
When she moved to sit up, Quinn stopped her by wrapping his arms around and letting her know that this was what he wanted.
So, she kept moving, kept rolling her hips and savored the way that he filled her.
It was so good, Dylan thought as the kiss turned hungry and his hands found her hips, encouraging her to keep moving.
Her moans became louder, her movements frantic as she felt him swell inside her and-
Screamed his name while he shouted hers as intense pleasure like nothing that she’d ever experienced before tore through her body, leaving her struggling to catch her breath as she collapsed on top of him.
For several minutes, they lay like that while they struggled to catch their breath until she realized that it was time to go.
This was just a deal and as long as she remembered that, she would be fine, Dylan told herself as she moved to climb off Quinn only to frown when his hold around her tightened briefly before he reluctantly pulled his arms away, letting her go and-
“Tell me that you didn’t just boop me,” Dylan said, glaring down at the large bastard that should honestly be reduced to tears of joy at this point.
“Of course not,” Quinn said, keeping a straight face as her eyes narrowed on him.
“This will not be forgotten,” she said, following that up with a firm nod as she finished climbing off him and made her way to the edge of the bed and-
Damn it!
-ruined her perfect exit when her wobbly legs threatened to give out on her.
“You need some help there?” Quinn asked, sounding really freaking amused.
“I’m fine,” Dylan muttered, deciding to help herself to one of his tee-shirts along the way to teach the bastard that she was a force to be reckoned with.
Once she managed to pull the oversized tee-shirt on, she stumbled the rest of the way to the living room door only to grumble when she heard the large bastard murmuring, “So fucking adorable.”
Deciding that it was in her best interest to pretend that another one of her exits hadn’t been ruined again, Dylan made her way into the living room, reached for her bag only to sigh when she heard the soft chime letting her know that she had a message.
Grumbling to herself about unappreciative bastards that ruined her exits, Dylan grabbed her phone from her bag only to forget how to breathe when she saw the message waiting for her.
Brooke was engaged.