Chapter Forty-Six
Quinn - Present Day
Sin So Sweet – Warren Zeiders
If this man doesn’t grab hold of my hair and fuck me into next week within the next sixty seconds, I think I might spontaneously combust.
He’s like the perfect mix of hench and muscles, but without the muscles being over the top and all you can see.
They’re covered under a layer of soft fat.
His nipple is pierced and so is his dick.
It’s thick, hard. I have no idea if it’s a decent size, but it doesn’t look like it will fit inside me.
Almost like he can read my thoughts, he says to me, “Don’t worry, Little Magpie, it will fit. I’ll make sure of it.”
Shivers run down my spine at the sound of his voice when he talks to me like that.
He pushes me back onto the bed as he kneels on the floor and pulls me down to meet him with my legs around his ears.
His piercings glint in the dim light as the cold metal of his tongue piercing hits my clit.
His lip and septum piercing graze across other parts of me that I couldn’t possibly name in this moment.
“Bones, fuck.” I gasp as his tongue connects with my clit and shocks fire through my body.
How did I not know this is what it feels like?
He licks my clit over and over. I can feel myself dripping, and I have to talk myself out of stopping him so I can clean myself up.
The stickiness from the dripping and the overstimulation of my clit is sending me into a frenzy, and I feel a warmth spreading through my body.
My legs stretch as I try to talk myself through what’s happening in my head.
“Wait, I feel like I’m going to wet myself,” I say.
“That’s your orgasm, baby, lean into it. Let me have it, baby.” I didn’t realise how much I would need to concentrate to achieve a proper orgasm. All this time I thought my finishing was something I was incapable of. He slides his finger into me, keeping the pressure on my clit at the same time.
“You’ve got this, baby, come on. Give it to me. Come for me.” Like his words ignited a match, my body responds, and I convulse all over his fingers.
The sensitivity of my clit is next level as he continues to rub me through the orgasm, and slowly the convulsions fade. I sit up, and he passes me a bottle of water sitting next to an empty glass on his bedside.
He puts a towel underneath me so I’m not decaying away in the wet patch and gets back to work. “I’m not done with you yet. Want to go again?”
I nod. Pulling my lower lip into my mouth, biting down and making sure I’m actually alive. His finger curls into my pussy until I feel it rub against something that makes me buck against him.
“Oh, my god. That felt good.”
“Yeah? Here, give me your hand.”
I pass him my hand, and he separates two of my fingers before putting them in my mouth and telling me to suck on them.
He pulls them free, replacing them with his fingers that have just been inside me.
“Taste yourself, baby.” I suck on his fingers, oddly aroused at the action.
This should feel wrong, but coming from him, it’s fucking hot.
He pulls his fingers out, and using my own hand, he pushes two fingers inside me. “Curl your fingers round.” I do as he says. “Do you feel that ridge?” I nod. “That’s your G-spot.” My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I fall against the pillow. “Fuck. That feels good. Don’t stop.”
He blows his breath across my stomach as he continues to fuck me with his fingers.
I feel it coming and tense up. “Relax. Breathe,” he says.
I try to do as he asks, but it’s like when you’re told to do something you don’t want to do, and you do the opposite.
My toes curl and my stomach muscles tense.
The smell of sweat douses my senses, the salty, musky sweetness a pleasant surprise to my previous encounters. The warmth in my body begins to build again, and I writhe under his touch, trying to get away. The sensitivity of my nerves increases as the warmth creeps up.
I close my eyes, the darkness needed for me to come. My brain focuses on the physical feelings as he talks me through it. “Come on, baby, you ‘ve got this.”
He reaches for something, pushing another finger into me at the same time his tongue is dancing with my clit.
He stops licking but continues circling my clit with his thumb so the emptiness of him doesn’t last for long, and he says, “Come for me, baby.” Those four words and that’s it, game over.
It feels like something bursts inside of me.
Warmth spreads beneath me as my body tingles and my legs quiver.
My breaths are rapid and shallow, and I feel like I’m looking in on myself from the outside.
He continues to lick my pussy like I’m his next meal, cleaning up every last drop until I can’t take the touch anymore and try to scramble away.
“What the fuck just happened?” I can feel the embarrassment flood my face.
“You just squirted, baby,” he says to me, his face looking almost proud.
“Ermmm, that sounds fucking disgusting.”
He laughs. “Trust me, it’s the complete opposite of that. I even managed to catch myself some for later hydration.” He holds a glass up, looking like he’s just won the lottery.
“There’s something really fucking wrong with you.” I laugh. “Talking of hydration, I need a drink.”
He disappears from the room stark-bollock naked, with his glass of my juices, the freak, and all I can hear is clattering around downstairs. Doors opening and closing and then ice clattering into a bowl, then he reappears with a glass of ice water for me to drink and an electrolyte sachet.
“Hydration is key. I’m not finished with you yet.” He stands there as I take a couple of mouthfuls and puts the glass to the side.
He pins me to the bed with his body, the head of his cock rubbing against my clit.
Holy fuck, that feels insane. He rotates his hips, not touching me with any other part of him except for the head of him, and within seconds I can feel the same warmth spreading through me as I ride my orgasm out against the head of his dick.
“Bones. Please. Fuck me,” I beg.
“Fucking finally. What took you so long, Magpie?” He goes to reach for the drawer, presumably to find a condom, and I reach out to stop him.
“I want to feel you. I don’t want there to be one iota of material between us.
Not the first time.” He takes a second, listens, and lines his dick up at my entrance, telling me to take a breath.
He pushes his dick inside me, and the sting from the stretch almost makes me want to stop him.
I fist the sheets and remind myself to breathe.
Once he is fully seated inside of me, he checks in. “All good, Magpie?”
“Move,” I whisper.
“Sorry, baby, I can’t hear you.” He smirks, pulling himself out of me.
“I said, fucking move.”
“Say please like a good girl.”
I grit my teeth. This fucking man. “Please.”
“I’m sorry, that was a whisper. Did you say please?”
“PLEASE!”
He slams his dick back into me and my back arches. His mouth finds my nipples, which take a minute to pebble, and he continues to thrust in and out of me. Just as he enters, he angles his hips, and my mind goes numb. This man is going to send me into oblivion. I feel like a virgin.
“Think you can give me one more, baby?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” I say.
“Wanna bet?” He asks. And just like that, I forget all of my insecurities and lean into the next orgasm he wants to send me into.
I’ve not so much as touched the man sexually, but at the same time I feel his dick pulsing as he spills inside of me, jerking as he slows his thrusts down once he’s finished.
My legs are wrapped so tightly around his waist I have a cramp in my thigh, but I’m too scared to let go in case this is all a figment of my imagination.
He leans over me, his forehead wet with sweat and his hair damp, while I’m still lying on my back like a pillow princess, and kisses me. Not a seductive kiss that says he wants to go for another round, an emotional kiss. One that says more through his actions than he can with his words.
“What was that for?” I ask.
“I just wanted to reassure you. I know the minute we move from this position, you’ll be in your head and asking yourself whether this was because I desire you or just wanted the pleasure of being with you.”
“They’re both the same thing.”
“No, baby, they’re not. There is a difference.
Pleasure is something you feel for someone you wish to conquer.
It’s fleeting, temporary. Desire has the ability to renew itself, finding that love and attraction over and over again.
I don’t want to fall into that trap where you think I no longer desire you.
Because what I feel for you is so much more.
He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth.
I try to cover myself over, but he opens my legs and starts to clean me.
I hide my face behind a pillow. “One day, you’ll look at me as I do this, and it will be the best day of my entire life.
” He chucks the cloth in the basket, opens the door to call for Ted, and climbs into bed beside me.
For the first time we are intentionally sharing a bed.
Going to sleep with his arms wrapped around me encased in his scent is what dreams are made of.
And they’re dreams I never thought I’d get to live.
Ted plods into the room and jumps onto the bed. He plops himself in front of me. Harley turns my face towards his. “Goodnight. Sweet dreams, Little Magpie.”