Chapter 13
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Quinn
I want to close my eyes, but I refuse to miss even a single second.
She takes my entire cock in one, long, confident motion, not stopping until I’m balls deep inside her. In one brief moment, she’s stolen my sanity, my ability to think rationally, and the upper hand. She’s in complete control, of this moment, of me.
And I don’t hate it.
I place my hands on her hips, trying to stop her movements. I want to make sure she’s adjusted to my invasion, but she has other plans. She’s soaked, which helps her take me easily and completely, and starts to bounce at a rapid tempo.
I want to tell her to slow down, but I can’t. The sight of her riding me, the feel of her body gripping mine like a vise, is too much. All I can do is hang on for dear life and enjoy the hell out of the ride.
Pulling her forward, I latch on to one perfect nipple, swirling my tongue around the tight bud and drawing it into my mouth.
Then, I do the same to the other one. Her hands are in my hair, as if she can’t stop touching it.
There’s a bite of pain when she pulls, but all that seems to do is make my dick even harder.
Apparently, I’m a masochist and didn’t even realize it.
She rolls her hips, grinding down on me. “Fuck,” I grunt out, my grip tightening on her waist. I nip at her nipple and feel her tighten around me. “Oh, you like that.”
So I do it again, just with a little more pressure. It’s not enough to hurt her, but enough to get her attention. Her pussy clamps around me and she cries out. I can feel how close she is. She becomes almost frenzied, driving herself down on me and chasing her release.
“I want to feel it, Charlotte. Come. Now.” I nip at her flesh once more and feel her let go.
My name on her lips will forever be burned into memory, as is the feel of her pussy milking me.
I hold off as long as I can, but in reality, it’s seconds.
I come hard, emptying myself in the tightness of her body until we’re both boneless and unable to move.
She falls against me, and my arms immediately wrap around her.
I kiss her gently, needing to savor every last second of this time together for as long as I possibly can.
I never want to open my eyes.
Because when I do, reality will settle in once more.
The vibration of her heart pounding in her chest makes mine soar, the feel of her lips softly caressing my neck is like a jolt of lightning.
I want to get them tattooed right there, on the side of my neck where they now rest as she tries to slow her breathing.
The intimacy level is high, at least it is for me, despite the fact I keep telling myself this is just sex.
But it’s sex with Charli.
Really fucking good sex.
Finally, I know we need to move. We’re not in the ideal position for snuggles, and Charli doesn’t seem like the type to be game for a little cuddle time post-orgasm.
Carefully, I lift her up and turn us around, gently placing her on the bed.
Her eyes are glazed and hooded as she looks up at me, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to bend down, kiss her, and do it all over again.
“I’ll be right back,” I state, pulling myself from her and moving to her en suite bathroom. I grab a towel and return to where I left her, handing over the terrycloth so she can stop the flow of cum.
“Thanks,” she says, sitting up on the edge of the bed with the towel between her legs. Her bra is askew, her nipples still on full display, and her panties are most definitely ruined, stretched beyond use.
I can’t help but smile.
“What?” she asks, noticing my grin.
“Just checking out those red panties.”
She glances down and wrinkles her nose. “Well, you did warn me.”
“Yep, and I’ll make good on my promise to buy you another pair.”
“That’s okay,” she says, handing me the towel so I can also clean up before walking over and sitting on the bed.
“No way, Charli,” I state, as I eat up the short distance between us. Dropping the towel and placing my hands on the bed at her hips, I bend down until our noses touch and whisper, “Ruining your panties was one of the highlights of my night. We’ll call it my birthday present.”
She snorts and shakes her head. “That’s an odd gift.”
“No, it’s an amazing gift. It’s a reminder I thoroughly ravished you, including coaxing two orgasms from your pussy. I think I want to keep them,” I state, standing up and holding out my hand.
Her blue eyes widen as she gapes up at me. “You want to keep my panties?”
“Hell yes. I’ll pull them out and jack off every night to them,” I say, only half kidding.
“Oh my God,” she replies, flopping back and laughing. “That’s gross. You’re not keeping my panties.”
“We’ll see,” I sing, using the towel to wipe myself off a bit before grabbing my underwear and jeans.
I quickly slip them both on, fastening the button, zipping the fly, and securing my belt. Then, I grab my wrinkled T-shirt off the floor and put that on. As I pull it down over my head, I catch her watching, a look on her face I can’t decipher. “Everything okay?”
Her eyes move from my chest to my face. “Yeah, of course.”
I grab my boots and move to the bed, taking a seat beside her. I don’t bother lacing them up, just slide them on and stick the laces down into the boot so they’re not flopping. When I’m all set, I turn to my left and look at the beautiful woman lying beside me. “Need anything before I go?”
“Like that?” she asks, a naughty little glint sparkling in her blue eyes.
“Not that,” I say, standing up and bending over her. I press my lips to hers. “You good?” I ask, not wanting to leave but knowing I need to.
This isn’t an all-night kind of thing. She doesn’t want me that way.
She made it very clear the first time we fucked.
She wants orgasms and then for me to go, not breathing a word of what happened to anyone.
Though, I’m pretty certain she told Sommer.
While she never came out and said, she hinted enough throughout the night for me to catch on.
“I’m fine,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders and gently pushing me away as she sits up.
I go easily, despite wanting to say fuck it and climbing back onto the bed with her—or in the bed with her, if she’d let me. But I’m certain that wouldn’t be the case. She’d probably remove my balls then shove them down my throat.
“I’ll lock up,” I tell her, not moving toward the door yet.
“Fine.” She crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her chin.
“Good night, Charli. Sleep well.”
I walk away, shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching out as I go.
I pause at the entryway to the kitchen, and when I hear the door close to her bathroom, I move to the fridge and grab a bottle of water.
Not for myself though. I return to her bedroom, listening as the water runs just on the opposite side of the door.
I picture her stepping beneath the shower spray, soaking her naked body with hot water, and the result of those images makes my pants a little tight once more.
Placing the bottle of water down on the nightstand, I spin around to exit before she catches me in her room. A flash of red is noticed out of the corner of my eye, and when I pause, I realize what it is. Smiling, I scoop up the destroyed panties and shove them in my pocket.
Whistling, I head for the front door and exit her condo, making sure the door is locked behind me.
It’s a little chilly in a T-shirt as I walk the three blocks over to my house, but I barely notice. Not with the red lace practically burning a hole in my pants.
You couldn’t pry the smile off my face with a putty knife.
“What’s up with you? You look like shit.”
I narrow my eyes at my best friend, who laughs at the small rise he got out of me. “Just didn’t sleep all that well,” I reply, my mind drumming up the image of Charli on her knees in her red lace lingerie and causing me to squirm.
“Too much to drink?” he asks, returning his attention to the brake pad he’s changing on his truck.
“Something like that,” I mutter, spinning from side to side on the stool I’m sitting on.
“Everything go okay with Charli last night?” he asks, and I almost choke on air. When I don’t answer right away, he glances over his shoulder and adds, “Talked to Collin when he was driving to work. Said there was an issue with the lock at the bar, so he had to hurry back to check it out.”
I nod. “Yeah. I walked home.”
I leave out everything that happened between the drop off and me walking.
“Charli give you a hard time?”
Hard is the key word there. It was me giving the hard time.
“Nope.”
He raises his eyebrows, as if he doesn’t believe me.
“What happened with the lock at the bar?” I ask, steering the conversation away from Charli.
“It’s old and needs replacing. He was able to get it closed, but there’s something wrong with the mechanism inside. Cade went to North Ridge to get a new lock from the big box store and had it installed before she opened at noon.”
“Well, that’s good. Glad it was an easy fix, and she didn’t need a whole new door or something.”
“Yeah, she didn’t want to do that. The door is part of the nostalgia of that building, and when she bought the place, she tried to keep as much of the history in place as possible,” he says, even though I already knew that.
It was one of Collin’s big hang-ups when it came to an outsider buying the bar a year ago.
He thought whoever bought it would completely update the place, much like they did at the other bar in town when the younger generation moved in.
But Lizzie didn’t do that, and even though she made some solid, positive updates, the place looks as timeless and comfortable as it possibly can.
She changed the name, painted the walls and refinished the floors, but she kept all the old beer signs, the bar itself, and the vibe that made the place feel like home.
“If you were talking to Collin on his way to work, you were up awfully early,” I say.