Chapter 12 #2
But now, standing here in a rarely used set of lingerie and having Quinn stare at me as if I’m the most gorgeous sight he’s ever laid eyes on, I feel so much better than I ever imagined.
Richard never looked at me like this, and the realization is both affirming and intoxicating.
I feel drunker than before, which is surprisingly sobering at the same time.
“This is what you were wearing under those tight jeans and sexy as fuck shirt?”
I glance down at the red lace. “Yes.”
“Why?” he asks, his hand hesitating before slowly moving to my hip.
“Because it makes me feel sexy, and when you’re celebrating your thirtieth birthday, you want to feel good about yourself,” I state honestly.
His hand slips around to my ass, and he groans. “A fucking thong.”
All I can do is smile.
“I want to fuck you in these,” he states, giving the string that flosses my ass a little tug. “I’ll buy you new ones”
“I don’t need new ones,” I reply, my breathing coming in fast pants and my nipples so hard they could probably cut through the lace.
“You will when I’m through with you.”
Wrapping his second hand around me, he pulls me in and licks my nipple. My own hand dives into his hair, holding him in place while he devours me through the lace. I climb onto his lap, straddling his legs and grinding myself against his erection.
“There’s still one little problem,” he whispers before moving to show my other nipple a little attention too.
“What’s that?”
“I’m still wearing my pants.”
I scramble off his lap, earning a chuckle as he stands up and starts removing his jeans. He takes his boxer briefs with them, his cock springing free from its confines and making my mouth water.
On complete reflex, I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around him.
My tongue slips out and tastes the salty liquid seeping from the head of his cock.
Quinn goes completely still, his pants still wrapped around his ankles.
He moves his hand to the back of my head but doesn’t thrust into my waiting mouth.
I lick around the head, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat before slowly drawing him into my mouth.
When I feel him tap the back of my throat, I gag but force myself to relax.
Swallowing the gathering of saliva, I continue to slide him in and out of my mouth, while gazing up into his thunderous eyes.
“You look so fucking hot right now,” he murmurs softly, yet with a raw edge that makes my internal muscles clench. He leans down, careful not to force himself down my throat, and gently pulls my breasts from their lace confines.
I can feel the cool air blowing across my nipples, sending goosebumps along my skin. Holding his gaze, I suck, steadily sliding my hand and adding a little twisting motion when I reach the root.
Quinn is starting to sweat, and I can tell by the tightness around his mouth and the way his veins are protruding on his neck, he’s incredibly tense. It’s a heady feeling, if I’m being honest. A powerful one. I feel completely in control, and sexier than I ever have before.
He watches my every move, and his hips start to gently thrust. I’ve always been a huge fan of oral gratification, and you have to give to receive.
The thought of Quinn between my legs has me clenching my thighs together as best I can to ward off the overwhelming arousal.
Seriously, I could get off right now on giving this blow job.
But suddenly, he moves.
Quinn pulls back, dislodging his dick from my mouth and grabbing my upper arms. He spins me around so fast I almost get dizzy from the motion. My back hits my bed and a chuckle slips out.
That humor dies very fast on my lips when he crouches between my legs. “My turn.”
“But I wasn’t done yet,” I tell him, those words coming out quite breathlessly.
“Later. If I’d let you continue, I’d be blowing down your throat, and that’s not how I want to come.”
“No?” I ask, lifting my head to meet his gaze.
“Nope. First, I’m going to eat your pussy. Then, I’m going to fuck you until we’re both coming so hard neither one of us knows what day of the week it is.”
A fresh wave of wetness floods my core. “Yes, please.”
He gives me a cocky smirk before lowering his face. I lift up onto my elbows so I can watch as his tongue glides across my panties. “I can taste how fucking turned on you are.”
I’m not embarrassed, nor do I shy away from my arousal. I’m so wet, it should be humiliating, but I refuse to let my desire cause me any shame, especially not where Quinn is concerned. He’s obviously as turned on by it as I am, so I let it all go and just feel.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs before sliding my red panties to the side. “Hold on tight, my little cactus. I’m not stopping until you come all over my face.”
Then, he lowers his face and devours. That’s the only way to describe it.
He flattens his tongue against my clit and licks.
He sucks it into his mouth before dragging his tongue downward.
He swirls it around my entrance before thrusting it inside.
I can already feel my body tightening like a coil, the impending release building.
Using his fingers, he slides two inside me. The most delicious stretch occurs, and I cry out when he’s knuckles deep. He lowers his mouth and sucks on my clit, all while holding my gaze and wiggling his fingers. He does this little curling motion, rubbing against my G-spot.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m certain every man before him didn’t even know what the G-spot was, let alone where to find it.
I reach down and grab his hair, my hips rocking and grinding against his face. “So close,” I mutter, the sensations flooding my core.
“Come all over my face, Charlotte.” It’s a demand, and like someone tripping the trigger, I detonate.
I cry out his name, gripping his hair and pressing myself into his face as far as I can. I don’t even realize I’ve pushed myself off the bed to get as close to him as possible until I drop back down on the bedding.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, releasing my hold on his hair and relaxing my legs from the death grip they had on his head.
He looks up and licks his lips, drawing every ounce of my pleasure into his mouth. “Delicious.” He leans over me, pressing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it’s like tossing a can of gasoline on an already raging inferno.
I wrap my arms around his neck and suck on his tongue. His hands slide under my ass as he grips tight, rocking his hips and thrusting against my body. Need for him builds quickly, despite the fact I just got off.
I need more.
I need Quinn.
Giving him a gentle push, we both climb from the bed. I spin him around and shove against his shoulders, allowing him to fall back. It’s easy to do, considering his pants are still around his ankles and his movements are limited.
Reaching down, I grab the legs and tug, tossing his jeans and underwear behind me.
Then, I climb on, straddling his body the way I did earlier.
His dark eyes are molten lava, and his breathing hitches in his throat.
He scoots back just a bit more to ensure he’s still lying on the bed with a place for my knees beside him.
I raise up, reaching between us and grabbing his cock.
Making sure my wrecked panties are out of the way, I position him exactly where I need him and lower just enough to take the head inside my body. He visibly shakes with desire.
“My turn.”
Then, I drop down and almost come a second time.