14. Cup of Coffee?
Cup of Coffee?
Sam
“Want to come inside for some coffee or something to drink?”
It was the most cliché question in the history of dating, but who cared?
Sam didn’t even care that it was their first date instead of their third, fifth, or whatever arbitrary number she was supposedly supposed to make him wait for.
They’d known each other long enough, she didn’t feel like playing that game.
Besides, he’d already spanked her and gotten her off at Stronghold. They’d also be doing much more intimate things in class.
Why not invite him in? They’d kicked ass at trivia, had the best first date ever, and she wasn’t ready for the night to end.
Q flashed her a smile, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement as if he could read her thoughts.
“I’d love to come in.”
It didn’t escape her notice that he didn’t say a thing about getting a drink.
Pressing her lips together to hide her smile, she tried to ignore the way her heart had started pitter-pattering in her chest at high speed and unlocked the door.
Thankfully, she usually kept things pretty neat in her apartment, and she’d straightened up a little more before Morgan and Noelle had come over to help her get ready, so she didn’t have to worry about that.
Shrugging off her coat, she turned to take his as well, hanging them up on the hook beside the door. By the time she turned back, he was well into her apartment and looking around, making her wonder if he was searching for something specific.
The little studio wasn’t anything special.
The main room was shaped like an L with her bed tucked into the shorter branch so that it wasn’t immediately visible from the door.
She was lucky enough to have a very small galley kitchen that was separate from the main room, making it feel a little less cramped and less like a regular efficiency.
The bathroom and closet were tucked between where her bed was and the kitchen.
Getting to the bathroom meant walking through her closet—which was currently in pretty good shape since Noelle had put all of Sam’s clothes back in place while Morgan was doing her makeup.
Most of her furniture were freebies she’d picked up from online or things she’d found at yard sales.
The queen bed was a hand-me-down that she’d gotten from her aunt, and she’d saved up to buy the new mattress after moving in.
The most expensive thing in the whole apartment was her loveseat, which she had instead of a regular couch, and she’d gotten it on sale from a discount store for a couple hundred bucks.
It was the perfect size for two people, not that she ever had much of an opportunity to share it with anyone. Her diploma hung in a place of honor above the love seat. Her dad had been so proud, he’d gone and gotten it professionally framed, despite the expense.
“Nice.” Q turned slowly in a circle taking in the whole room. “It’s like a studio but with a kitchen.”
“It is a studio, just shaped a little different,” she said. “And, like you said, the kitchen.”
“Kind of convenient having the bed in the same room as everyone else.” He turned back to face her, the glint in his eye sparkling brighter than ever. Sam felt a rush of heat flow through her, her anticipation ratcheting higher as her instincts kicked into high gear.
“Yes, I suppose it is. Can I get you some water or start making some coffee?” she asked, though she didn’t make a move toward the kitchen. Her feet were firmly rooted to the floor just beyond her closed door.
She didn’t really want to get him a drink and chat and wait to see what happened next.
She wanted to get right to the good stuff. She wanted to celebrate their win. She wanted him to take her to bed, or her to take him, she wasn’t sure it really mattered.
“I’m not particularly thirsty.” Q took a step toward her as she took one toward him, leaving them less than a foot away from each other.
Sam tilted her head.
“Then why did you come in for a drink?” Her words came out more breathlessly than she intended, making her sound extra flirtatious, which was more than fine.
His smile widened, and he reached for her.
Sam stepped into his arms, pressing her hands against his chest, her curves flattening against hard muscles.
One of his hands flattened against her lower back and the other slid up to the back of her neck.
Fingers curved around her neck, his thumb gently sweeping the side, lips hovering just over hers.
“I didn’t. I came in for you.”
Yes, please.
Their lips met and parted in a rush of need, their tongues tangling with passionate fervor.
Sam’s body tingled all over, the ache between her thighs tightening her inner muscles.
The kiss deepened as Q’s fingers tightened slightly on the back of her neck while his hand slipped between her sweater and her jeans, caressing the skin and making all the littles hairs on her arms stand up.
Heat and need coiled through her, her nipples tightening as her breasts were pressed flat against his hard chest. Rocking her hips as one of his legs wedged between hers, Sam moaned, but the sound was muffled by his kiss.
She ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders, wrapping them around him, and kissing him back fiercely as pleasure pulsed through her.
She rocked against his leg, rubbing herself on his thigh, the thick fabric of their jeans keeping them apart yet stimulating her clit, thanks to the seam’s ridge against her pussy.
“Fuck.” He tore his mouth away from hers, his eyes wild as their gazes met. Sam’s lips felt swollen from his kiss, and she shuddered, her thighs squeezing his, holding herself still from pure willpower. Staring back at her, he tilted his chin up challengingly. “Who’s going to be in charge?”
Licking her lips, she stared back at him, and something inside her rose like a cobra that had been challenged. She wasn’t feeling particularly submissive right now.
“I guess we’re going to find out.”
Q
Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot. Maybe this was why he was a Switch and not a Dom—he didn’t find her words or demeanor at all bratty.
They were a turn-on. Q loved seeing a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it…
sometimes. Sometimes, he wanted to be the one to tie her up and tell her that she would take what he gave her.
Right now, he wasn’t sure what he wanted and felt as though he could really go either direction, but the way Sam was looking at him was making him feel like she might want to be in charge.
Which… yeah, he was down for, yet he couldn’t help but push back.
Chuckling, he spun her around so he could back her toward the bed, re-engaging in their kiss but not until after he’d peeled her sweater up over her head. His suit jacket hit the floor next as she shoved it off his shoulders. They left a small trail of clothes between them and the bed.
It really was convenient having the bed in the main room.
Sam swiveled them around, so she could push him up against the bed. When she dropped to her knees in front of him as she yanked his pants down, Q decided it was probably the best idea he’d ever heard.
“Fuck.” Her fingers wrapped around his cock, sliding over the length of his shaft, and his hips rocked forward at the contact.
Need pulsed through him, tightening his balls as his pleasure climbed.
It took a bit of maneuvering to get his shoes off so she could finish taking his pants off, but it gave him the opportunity to get her turned around.
When he pushed her back against the bed, he lifted her slightly, enough to get her feet off the ground, so she was sitting on the bed instead of being trapped between it and his hip. She was still basically trapped, with her knees spread just enough to admit his body and her ass right on the edge.
“I feel like there’s a power imbalance here, with me completely naked and you still wearing too many clothes.” He’d gotten her down to her bra and underwear, but as far as he was concerned, that was still too much. He wanted her naked.
Sam leaned back, resting her weight on her hands, the position elongating her body and pushing her breasts up, the soft curves of her breasts resting against each other. Sliding his hands over them, he explored her pale, satiny skin while his gaze remained locked with hers.
Her lips curved up in a mischievous smile, and her hazel eyes twinkled with repressed mirth.
“Are you saying there’s a disturbance in the force?”
All movement ground to a halt as his brain assimilated the fact she’d just made a Star Wars pun during sex.
Fuck. If he hadn’t been turned on before… His dick throbbed as he leaned into her, pressing his length along the wet seam of her underwear, rubbing against her through the thin fabric. He didn’t know whether to crack up or just tip her back and fuck her hard.
“Disturbance isn’t the right word. More like protuberance.” That might have been the least sexy way to describe his dick, but he knew she’d appreciate it.
Sam cracked up, and Q had to grin as she shook her head.
Her breasts shook as well, jiggling within their bra cups, and he took the opportunity to slide one hand behind her back and pop the clasp open.
That got her attention, and she stopped laughing.
Her lips made a small ‘o’ as the bra’s support disappeared.
“Holy crap!” Her hands went to her breasts.
“Uh-uh, pretty girl. Don’t you dare cover up.” Q tugged the straps of her bra down and off while she sighed and lifted her hands to let him. “I could spend all day playing with these pretty tits.”
Moaning when he touched her, Sam arched her back toward him as he filled his hands with the soft mounds in question, and her pebbled nipples rubbed against his thumbs.
“I might just let you,” she murmured.
Q smiled as he lowered his mouth to her skin.
Moaning again, she leaned back and gave him full access to her body as his lips and tongue moved over her skin.
He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his cock against her, feeling the wetness that had seeped through her underwear gliding along the underside.
It was impossible to tell who was in charge.
While her hands were on the bed rather than on him, one could argue that she was mostly immobilized, but in truth, she could reach up at any time.
She was the one being pleasured. Caressed.
Catered to. Q worshiped her with his mouth, his lips finding her nipple and sucking hard while his fingers toyed with its twin.
She tasted delicious. Even more so when she moaned and shuddered at his touch, sending his own need soaring higher.
As much as he wanted to push her onto her back and slide into the welcoming haven of her body, he didn’t want to stop… he wanted to hear her beg him or order him to fuck her.
Sam
Whimpering as Q’s clever fingers pinched and tugged on her nipple, his teeth nibbling on the other, Sam squirmed against the hard ridge of his erection where it pressed against her pussy.
Stupid underwear. Without it, she could have him inside her in a heartbeat…
yet the tease was almost satisfying enough on its own.
Especially when she looked into his eyes and saw the heat burning there—the heat was singeing him, too.
When he straightened, his lips left her breast to be replaced by his hand.
Caressing. Stroking. Pinching. The hot sting of pain interspersed with the pleasure made her pussy pulse, clenching in need.
She loved having her nipples pinched, tugged, played with.
The sensitive nubs were on fire from Q’s handling.
Her breasts ached, feeling heavy and swollen with arousal.
He squeezed them hard enough to make her whimper, the soft flesh spilling out between his fingers.
“These would look so pretty with some clamps on them,” he said, pinching her nipples again. Clearly, he’d noticed how much she’d enjoyed the sensation.
Opening her eyes, Sam smiled.
“Funny you should say that,” she murmured, tilting her head to the nightstand next to her bed, shooting a significant glance in its direction.
“Is that an invitation to search your toy drawer?” Releasing her breasts, he reached for it before she’d even answered. He paused, fingers waiting on the knob, and looked at her, waiting for her consent.
“Yes.”
Body humming with anticipation, she watched him open the drawer, and smiled.
There wasn’t a ton in her toy drawer, but there was more than there used to be.
The nipple clamps, butt plug, lube, and leather cuffs were all added after she’d started taking the introduction class at Marquis.
The vibrator and condoms were from before that.
The cuffs had never been used since she wasn’t going to cuff herself just to masturbate and risk not being able to get out.
The condoms… well, she hadn’t used any of those in a while, either.
Something she was thrilled was about to change.
“Well, well, well,” Q said, holding up the cuffs and turning his head back to look at her with a wicked glint in his eyes.
Truthfully, Sam didn’t feel like being helpless tonight. She wanted to be more active. And she knew how to spot a good bargain. Q wanted to put the clamps on her nipples, which sounded good to her, but…
“I’ll let you clamp my nipples if you let me cuff you to my bed,” she purred.