Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Quinn
Something about the weight of him on my thighs was soothing in ways I had never expected to feel.
I’d done this with strangers more times than I really wanted to think about—which wasn’t to say it was a lot, but it was enough.
And yet, no one—not even people I thought I was half in love with—made me feel this way. Not even the man I’d once married.
It was something about the trust he put in me—the way his wide eyes never quite met mine yet locked on a freckle or a mole or a scar and held there like I was his ballast. Like I was the person giving him everything he wanted.
The power would get to my head if I wasn’t careful with it, and the only thing that mattered right now was making sure that this moment—this final act of giving himself to another person—was one of the best memories he ever had.
My first time was…not.
I wanted his to be different.
“Lean your chest against me,” I said, shifting my leg so I could take the rest of his weight.
He hummed softly as he obeyed, his skin impossibly warm, his cock hard as it dug into my lower stomach. I cupped his ass and urged him to rock forward, to chase how good it felt, and he did. He moved like flowing water, responsive to every touch.
God, the thought of watching him on the ice was almost too much. I’d never be able to go to a game after this. I’d have to watch him from the privacy of my future living room with my dick in my hand.
“Good,” I murmured softly. “Such a sweet thing.”
He shivered and pulled back, swallowing thickly as his gaze roamed my face. “Am I?”
“You have no idea.” Gripping the back of his hair with one hand, I slammed his mouth against mine as my freshly lubed fingers found the crack of his ass. I skimmed a touch down the center, pressing against his hole with tiny little pumps until the muscle relaxed and he took one in.
He grunted into the kiss, ripping his mouth away with a gasp, and he buried his face in my neck. “Oh god, oh god. It feels so good I—I can’t. Hnngg.” I heard the stutter in his voice, and I knew he was losing his words.
“That’s right. Take it, sweetness. Take my fingers.
Let me make it good for you.” I pushed in a little further, then pulled out and added a second one.
I could tell he liked that better—the pressure of it, the fullness.
He was restless on my lap, whimpering and moaning and fucking the tip of his wet cock against my pelvis.
If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come just like this.
“Come here,” I told him, easing him back. I shifted a bit lower, then adjusted him while I grabbed the condom and stared at him as I rolled it on me. His eyes moved around like he couldn’t bring himself to focus on one thing, and yet all of his attention was on me.
“I’m gonna fuck you open instead of fingering you, okay?” I could tell from the way he responded to being stretched he’d enjoy this more.
He nodded, biting his lower lip, making another humming noise I’d started to recognize as his version of yes.
“I think you’ll like it better this way. But you’re going to have to ride me unless you want me to fuck you standing up, and I don’t think your legs will support you this first time around.”
His swallow caught in his throat with a loud click, and his breath left his lungs with a heavy tremble. He nodded, then lifted high onto his knees, presenting his ass to the rest of the room. I fought back a chuckle. It was hot and endearing, and the thought of giving this up was fucking gutting.
But he wasn’t mine to keep. Only this moment was—this experience. I would keep something precious of his with me forever, and that would have to be enough.
“Quinn?” His voice sounded rough. Strained.
I realized he had lifted his hips, poised to take me, but I’d frozen while I was lost in my head. “Sorry, gorgeous.” Feeling around for the lube, I found it beside my thigh and coated my hand, smearing it over the condom before grabbing my dick by the base.
With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his hip and then urged him to shift back a bit.
“Just like that,” I told him. “Perfect. Now, slowly sit down. Breathe deep and let my cock open you up.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his face.
His own gaze was far-off, foggy. Maybe a little lost. But he was still so fucking obedient as his trembling thighs began to release their tension and he began to drop down over me.
It took a second for the head of my cock to catch his rim, but when it did, he let out a heavy groan and bowed his head forward. A single shudder ran through him from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes, which were pressed against my calves.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Hnng.” He nodded almost frantically, and I could see how hard it was for him to take this slow.
“You’re doing so fucking well. God, look at you,” I murmured. I brushed my fingers through his hair, then down his cheek. Cupping his chin, I urged him to tilt his face up and watched as his eyes settled somewhere over my left shoulder. “Feels good?”
He nodded again.
Gripping his hips with both hands down, I helped him start to fuck himself down—tiny lifts, tiny falls as he took me centimeter by centimeter. When he had me halfway in, his eyes found mine, almost frantic.
“What if—what if…hnng.” He swallowed heavily, and I could feel his fingers twitching where he was gripping my shoulders like he was holding back his stims.
“Take your time. Breathe. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
We sat there like that for an eternity, the erotic agony of being nearly inside of him and my desperate cock wanting me to grip him and thrust home. But I wouldn’t be doing that. Not today.
Not ever, if the universe had her way, but that was neither here nor there.
A short forever passed before he spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “What if I can’t take it all. It’s…god, it’s so much.”
I ducked my head until I found his gaze for a second. “Do you want me to help you?”
He looked like he wanted to cry with relief. “Yeah? Can you?”
“I will give you anything you want,” I promised him. I meant it only for this moment, but that was fine. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled his chest up against mine again, and this time, I pressed down on him as I lifted my hips.
It wasn’t an easy feat with my fuck-ass bum knee, but I managed it.
He was tense but loosened by his desire, and my cock was thick but not impossibly huge.
With the slick lube and the heat of our bodies, after a short moment, he slipped down and landed hard on my thighs, his ass slapping my thighs loudly.
The noise he made was raw—feral. Damn near hysterical, but he buried most of it against the side of my neck. I held him even closer as he began to move his hips in experimental circles, rising and falling just a little, then a bit more.
“Take it,” I whispered. “God, take it. You’re so good at this, Ferris. You’re so perfect.”
He sobbed a little, his teeth scraping against my tendon, lips closing over my skin, sucking a mark that would last for days. “Yeah. Yes. Yes. Can you—I need it harder. I think I need it harder.”
“I can’t,” I said, hating those two words more than I’d ever hated anything in my life. Fuck my body. Fuck my fucking leg. Fuck not being able to do what he wanted. “I’m sorry, gorgeous.”
“No, I…can I—” He stopped and pulled back. “Can I fuck your cock harder?”
My head spun. I gripped his waist tighter and thrust upward as fast and hard as I could manage as I slammed him down on me.
His eyes rolled back a little, and he nodded again. “Yeah. Yes. Like that.”
I did it again—then again. He matched me, and we found a rhythm that had him grunting and bouncing on me, taking every single inch of me as deep as he could go. His cock was fat and thick, leaking a stream of precome down his shaft, but I wasn’t ready to touch it yet.
I was so fucking close, but I wanted another minute. I wanted this to last.
I wanted to lie here and watch him lose his mind as he rode my dick all night.
“You’re such a pretty little mess.” The words slipped out, and he looked at me, his lush lips parted, his dark eyes fixed on mine with both wonder and uncertainty.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Pretty?”
“You’re a lot of things, Ferris. Do you want to be pretty?” They were just words, after all, and he was so many of them.
Biting his lower lip, he nodded. “I…I like it. It feels…no one’s ever…” He hummed in frustration again, so I cupped his jaw and ran my thumb over his lower lip.
“Well, you are. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I’m…hnng.” There was pain in his eyes, like he was trying to speak and couldn’t. My heart ached for him in a way I understood profoundly. His voice, my knee. We were sometimes betrayed by our bodies, but we could make this work.
“You don’t need to use words right now. Just, I don’t know, bite my tit if I say something that bothers you.”
He burst into laughter as he nodded, squeezing around me, making me see stars. It only took him a second to realize what he was doing to me, and then his smile turned almost sinister. He took a breath, and then his abs twitched, and he did it again.
Deliberately.
Perfectly.
It was like his ass was milking my dick, and I wanted to spill deep inside him. “Fuck. Fuck, baby. I need it. I need you. Fuck me harder.”
He began to bounce harder, faster. His hands pressed to my pecs, he threw his head back as he took me over and over and over. My balls went tight, and sparks erupted the moment I closed my eyes. I was going to come. Hard. I was going to blow through the fucking condom if I wasn’t careful.
“Yeah, yes. Yes,” I babbled. “I’m…baby, I’m so close. I can’t…I can’t hold back.”
He hummed to encourage me, squeezing around me again as he dropped into my lap, and I only had time to inhale a single breath before I was letting go. My entire body tensed, then went boneless as I collapsed against the headboard.