Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Ferris
I could have kissed Quinn all day and all night long. His mouth fit perfectly against mine. It was never too messy or too wet. His kisses weren’t too soft or too hard. Everything about him felt perfect with our naked bodies pressed together.
But the longer his tongue teased mine, the more my body began to want. It was wild to think I’d waited so long to do this, but it also made sense. I knew for a fact I wouldn’t have felt this way if I’d fumbled into bed with someone my age.
They wouldn’t have understood me. They wouldn’t have taken the time. They wouldn’t have known how to touch, or kiss, or fuck me the way I needed.
With Quinn, it was easy. His steady, firm hands held me for as long as I needed and let go before I had to ask.
And when he turned me onto my side and gently pressed the head of a slicked-up dildo against my hole, I was ready.
His teeth dug lightly into the top of my shoulder as he pushed, and he groaned along with me as the pleasure-pain shot through my limbs as I was stretched and stretched and stretched.
“More,” I gasped, my back arching.
He gave me exactly what I was begging for. First the dildo, then—when I was out of breath but not filled enough—he added one of his fingers.
It was overwhelming. The edges of my vision went white, and my chest felt like it was going to implode. I couldn’t form words. All I could do was gasp, groan, and writhe against him as he prepared me.
“Please,” I managed to sob. I was too fucking close yet not close enough. All I wanted was to take my dick in my hand and stroke myself—to get some relief from this buildup of pleasure. But I knew better.
I knew I wouldn’t regret waiting.
Quinn kissed the back of my neck as he removed his finger, then the toy. It hit the ground with a thud, which sent a jolt through my body, but before my senses could start to feel overwhelmed, he had two fingers back inside me, pumping, grazing that spot that made me see stars.
“Condom or no condom?”
“Do you…have you…” I had to take a breath. The way he was fingering me was entirely distracting, and words were already hard enough when I was worked up like this. “With anyone since me?”
“No. You’re still the only person I’ve been with in years.” He kissed my shoulder again. “But the condom will make it less messy.”
That was a good point. The lube was bad enough, and the sensation of having something all wet and sticky inside me and dribbling between my legs would be too much.
“Okay,” I gasped, fucking my hips down hard on his hand.
He grunted, then began to finger-fuck me hard, deep, and fast. The sound of his hand slapping against my ass filled the room, and for a moment, I thought I might come that way. I turned my face into the pillow and made a noise somewhere between a sob and a scream.
And then his fingers were gone. I gasped. I knew he was going to pull away, but the shock of being so suddenly empty was overwhelming. My head shot up, and I looked back just as he was grabbing his dick and pressing it against me.
The wrinkled tip of the condom didn’t feel great at first, but then he gave a single thrust with his hips, and the head of his dick slipped inside. I collapsed forward again as he wrapped one arm tightly around me, wedged between my body and the mattress.
His other hand took my hip and began to guide me back against him as he slid all the way inside me. It took me a couple of seconds to understand that the weird noise I was hearing was my own voice. I wasn’t sure I’d ever made that kind of sound before in my life.
It was raw. It was real. Visceral. Feral. Profound.
My eyes slammed shut, and I simply let myself feel as he rolled his hips, rocking himself deeper and deeper inside my body.
“Love the way you feel,” he murmured as he began to pick up speed. The sound of my grunts was now accompanied by an orchestra of his skin slapping against mine. “Love the way you respond to me. Love how much you fucking want it.”
“Oh god.” The words came out thready and weak. I thought maybe I should do more, use my arms to push myself harder into his thrusts, but I couldn’t.
Quinn didn’t seem to care. He was lost too, chasing his orgasm deep inside me. “Look at you fucking take it. Look at you take me. Ferris, Ferris, fuck,” he gasped.
His dick thickened, throbbing as it hit that spot deep inside me that brought me to a place of pleasure I didn’t know existed. His hips moved faster now, his breathing coming in hard grunts, and I could feel him shaking.
“Please,” I managed to get out in a trembling wheeze. Touch me, stroke me, make me come with you. But the words wouldn’t move past that barrier that existed between my brain and my mouth.
It was like he knew though. He knew what novel I was trying to speak in that single word. His arm draped over my hip, and he caught my cock in his palm, stroking me upward against my stomach as he fucked me harder. Faster. Deeper.
My vision was lost entirely. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were open or closed.
All I could see was a rainbow shower of sparks as my orgasm hit me like a freight train.
It was intense and powerful, my spine arching against him, my ass pushing backward as hard as it could, taking him as deep as I could manage.
I was tense from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, and I knew I was going to feel the pain in my leg later, but right then, it didn’t matter. Right then, it was this, and nothing else.
The only thing in the world that mattered was his cock deep inside me.
“Ferris,” he whispered. That single sound broke the spell, shattering the bubble around us.
He laid kisses across my shoulders, my wet, spent dick lying against the sheet as he rocked himself gently out of me.
He kept his chest pressed against my back, and his hands roamed over my body with a perfect weight that kept me grounded.
“Oh god,” I managed to get out. I was shaking now, but my breathing was starting to even out.
“Stay with me,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. Tell me what you need.”
“Kiss,” I said.
He rolled me over, and I could feel the slight squishing sensation from the lube, but it wasn’t as bad as before. The sheets were wet with my come, but I ignored it for the moment as he shoved his leg between mine, grabbed me by the jaw, then kissed the absolute breath out of me.
Forcing me to keep air in my lungs as his tongue plundered my mouth kept me from floating off into a sea of overstimulation. And when he pulled back, I was still a little out of it, but not nearly the way I had been the first time we’d done this.
He was my ballast.
“Okay?” he asked. He stroked a firm touch down the edge of my jaw.
I swallowed heavily and nodded. “Sticky.”
His mouth twitched up into one of his rare grins. “Give me five minutes, okay? I’ll get a shower going, then get your leg out of the boot so you can get a proper wash.”
I said nothing, just watched with slightly foggy vision as he slipped away from me. I shivered, but before I could feel the distance between us too profoundly, he laid a quilt on top of me. It was a little too cool, but the weight of it was perfect.
I nestled, still doing my best to ignore the wet spot I was lying in as he walked off to the bathroom.
He returned a few moments later, still naked. I let myself indulge in his form—the curve of his body, the way it looked so different from mine. He was beautiful—tall and graceful, and there was power in the way he moved.
Quinn caught me staring, and I saw the tips of his ears go pink as he walked over and leaned down. “Ready? The water’s already getting warm.”
I managed to get up from the bed, but before I took a step toward the bathroom, I tugged on his arm. He turned, and I felt a sort of heaviness in my chest.
He’d said he wanted me. That much was obvious. I believed him when he said he was willing to take the risk and have this. But there were no defined lines to who or what we were. We were with each other for now, and when I was better…we wouldn’t be.
In that moment, I wanted to beg him to keep me forever, but I knew what it must have cost him to do even this much.
So instead, I took him by the jaw, cradling his face gently because it was so precious, and then I took a breath and kissed him.
The euphoria of what had just happened fizzled into nothing the moment I saw the apartment building come into view.
I’d never introduced anyone to either of my parents before, and while I knew deep down that it wouldn’t matter what they thought of Quinn, I also knew that socially, hooking up with my physical therapist and someone so much older than me was treading dangerous water.
I didn’t trust that my mom wouldn’t go after him professionally if she thought the relationship was toxic, and I didn’t trust my mom to know what was toxic for me.
She still, at times, fully believed I didn’t understand the world around me.
She didn’t seem to grasp the fact that I did get it—that I did know—but mostly, I didn’t care.
But I wasn’t willing to put Quinn at risk, even if he was willing to take it.
“She shouldn’t know.”
Quinn glanced over at me as he came to a stop at the red light just before the turn. “Who shouldn’t know what?”
“My mom. About us having sex.”
His ears pinked again, and I gave in to the urge to reach up and touch them. They were as warm as they looked, and he laughed as he turned his gaze back to the road. “I wasn’t going to tell her that we were having sex, sweetheart.”
I felt so warm when he called me that. It was like a hug for my insides. It was such a simple term—one used by probably millions, if not billions, of people in some form or another. But it felt unique and singular, the way he said it to me.
“I can’t hold your hand,” I said as I pointed to an empty disabled space close to the building. “Or kiss you.”
“Did you kiss other boyfriends in front of your mom?”
Other boyfriends? Surely he was joking. “I’ve never had a boyfriend.”