Chapter 20
Cassie
I don’t even realize we’re moving until I feel the back of my knees hit the thick mattress. A gentle push, and I collapse back on top of the velvety comforter while Quinn finishes undressing.
He grabs his wallet out of his trouser pocket, tossing it onto the bedside table and then his boxer briefs come down. Kicking at them violently as he fumbles to get his foot out of one leg.
Any patience he once had is long gone, apparently.
“You’re overdressed,” he says roughly, yanking his socks off one at a time. His chin tips toward the sole piece of clothing I have left on my body. “Lose the panties.”
Wow. He’s really bossy.
And I really like it.
I know I shouldn’t, but there’s just something about a man who knows what he wants and knows what he’s doing. I don’t want to think about how Quinn got so good at this or how many women he’s practiced with. The less I know about any of that the better. I don’t want to think about it at all, or I’ll end up hyperventilating.
My thumbs hook into the sides of my underwear, and I slowly drag them down my legs, wriggling until they’re wrapped around my ankles where Quinn takes over for me. He eases one foot out, and then the other, taking the time to kiss each of my ankles before he whips my panties across the room.
There and gone in a second.
Wow. That was fast.
Mischief dances in his eyes. “We’re leaving the stilettoes on.”
“We are?”
“Hell yeah we are. You have no idea how hot you look in these heels.”
Exhaling hard, he holds my legs with rough hands, and then he climbs up onto the bed, kneeling beside me. God, he’s so incredibly sexy and masculine, and every part of him turns me on.
I take a quick peek, and oh yes , his erection, it’s magnificent. His cock is hard and glistening. Long and thick, he gives it a couple of painfully slow strokes, his shaft visibly pulsing beneath his fingertips.
Arousal starts deep in my core, spreading like a wildfire to all my erogenous zones, zinging throughout my body. I’m on sensory overload here, and there’s not a single thing I can do about it.
My breath lodges in my lungs at the sudden realization that I’m totally naked, and Quinn’s totally naked, and he’s stroking his cock while he stares down at me, and right now I envy his self-assurance as a nervous sensation fills my stomach.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” His eyes are focused on nothing other than my eyes, but his fingertips skim my outer thighs. That feels so good. “You just tensed up. Why? Where’s your head at?”
“I just got kind of nervous.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip. “I…it’s just…been a while. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“Disappointing me isn’t possible, beautiful.” He smiles down at me, and the gentle light from the lamp on the bedside table makes his eyebrow ring glisten. So damn sexy. “And just so you know, I’m a little nervous, too. I’ve wanted to do this with you for longer than you’ll know.”
My head and my heart are both screaming at me for vastly different reasons. It’s just sex. Right? Therefore, I shouldn’t be nervous. And yet through the nervousness is a sense of anticipation that can’t be denied.
Because I really do want this.
I want Quinn Tanner in ways I’ve never wanted anyone else.
Quinn leans over me and threads his fingers through my hair. He tugs me closer, one powerful arm sliding beneath my head to keep me right where he wants me. And then his mouth comes down over mine, warm pressure against my lips, and everything else ceases to exist.
Despite the strength and urgency behind them, his lips are as soft as silk. His beard. Yes. So many sensations. Rough and soft and ticklish, and I’ve never appreciated facial hair more in my life. He deepens the kiss, his tongue searching for mine, and when our tongues meet, he makes a low, husky sound that does unimaginable things to my pulse.
When had kissing gotten so good?
His tongue continues to caress mine in tantalising strokes, and as the kiss grows more passionate, my hips push forward, seeking him out in all the ways.
It feels so good.
It feels like torture. And pleasure. And pain.
It feels sublime.
“I want you, Cassie,” he says against my lips. A growling sound echoes around the room. “I want every beautiful part of you.”
I swallow, trying to remember how to form words. “Do…do you have protection?”
“Yeah.”
He leaves me only to reach for his wallet on the bedside table, and my heart races again because I know what’s about to happen. In the dim light, I watch him pull a silver wrapper from his wallet, tearing it open with his teeth, and then he rolls the condom down the length of him one-handed.
“Are you on the pill?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time.”
“Trust me?” he asks, positioning the broad head of his cock against my opening.
I think I nod, or maybe I don’t, who knows because all I can focus on is the feeling of slippery latex sliding up and down against my lips, and then I experience the most glorious stretching sensation as he presses himself into my body, inch by inch, until he’s all the way inside me .
“Feels so good,” he groans, his face buried in my neck. He’s not moving, though. He’s buried deep inside me, but he’s not moving. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I whimper. Or beg. Because it feels amazing. It does hurt a little, but in the best possible way. The pressure between my legs is unbelievable. It’s unbearable, in fact, and I so badly want his hips to move. My body craves the relief.
“Quinn…”
“I’ve got you,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “But you’re so fucking tight. If I don’t take this nice and slow, I’ll be done way too fast, and I’m not going to do that to you.”
His calloused fingers feel rough against the back of my thigh when he lifts my leg up, hooking it around his waist. He starts sliding in and out of me, slowly at first, letting me get used to the feeling of him, the sensation of being so full.
After a short while, he starts to increase the pace, and it’s the most erotic feeling I’ve ever experienced.
“Yes, yes…” I pant roughly between thrusts.
The friction feels so good. Inside of me, his cock throbs, and I can feel it everywhere. The walls of my pussy clench around him, and my hips lift involuntarily, seeking contact, seeking more of him, seeking more of everything. His mouth is fierce and desperate, kissing me everywhere he can reach.
“Never felt anything like this,” he mumbles, easing back to thrust forward again.
He does this again and again, and each time he drives himself inside me, my thigh muscles flex, tightening my hold on him. His body trembles and sweat breaks out across his brow, and the way his beard rubs against my neck, nothing else compares .
My nails dig into his back, and his muscles flex beneath my fingers. His chest muscles quiver when he pushes up on his arms, and I rake my eyes over the dark hair on his chest, his grooved abdomen, and then the deep V that leads south to paradise.
I wonder briefly if he tastes as good as he feels, but that will have to come later because right now I would seriously kill him if he dared to stop fucking me. And he is fucking me. He’s unapologetic in the way he’s fucking me.
“Hold on,” he whispers between deep breaths, moving his lips to my cheek. “I want you to hold on to me. This is going to be hard and fast and really fucking deep. I know you can take it.”
My stomach tightens. I love his filthy mouth.
It’s so unexpected.
My body writhes beneath him, searching out more of that delicious friction. Chemistry, hormones, primal needs. All that other fun stuff, it comes firmly into play. Before I can stop myself, I wrap both legs around his waist, holding him there with my feet pressed firmly against his sculpted backside. The cut-outs on the outer side of his ass-cheeks, good Lord , they’re a real and honest thing of masculine beauty.
Apparently that’s all the consent he needs because Quinn starts pounding into me so hard and fast that I literally scream his name into his chest. And then I bite down on his shoulder to muffle all the sounds that come after it.
He slides all the way in and then pulls out so that just the tip of his cock remains lodged inside me. And then he repeats the action over and over again, and he keeps pounding into me until I’m not sure how much more I can take.
I can tell by the tensing of his back beneath my hands that he’s getting close. The muscles in his legs become tight, and he begins to shake as he works himself inside me.
I hold my breath, savouring the sensation because all I want is him and this and everything he has to offer me.
Gripping his shoulders, I unravel around him, and the whole time he continues to drive into me, over and over, until his face tightens, his eyes clamp shut, dark brows draw together, and he explodes inside me.