Chapter 2
Quinn
The door clicked shut behind them, and Quinn wasn’t going to waste a second.
She turned, catching Avery by the waist and backing her up against the nearest wall of the hotel suite.
Her hands slid under Avery’s cropped jacket, fingers pressing into the curve of her hips, her mouth already on hers again, decisive and unapologetic, with no one watching and no need to pretend this wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
Avery moaned softly into her mouth, fingers threading into Quinn’s short hair and tugging just enough to knock the breath from Quinn’s chest.
She liked that. Liked the quiet authority in it, the way Avery kissed back with confidence, not just giving in but matching her.
Quinn deepened the kiss, letting her body press flush to Avery’s, one hand skimming up her side, over the soft curve of her breast, thumb dragging over the thin ribbed cotton of her cropped top just to feel the nipple tighten beneath it.
Avery gasped, eyes darkening, and Quinn smiled against her lips. “God, you’re responsive,” she murmured, voice rough with want.
“And you’re cocky,” Avery breathed.
“You like it.”
“A little.”
Quinn pulled back just enough to look at her, really look at her. Hair mussed, breath shallow, green eyes locked like Quinn was the only thing that mattered. She stepped closer, voice low and sure. “Take your clothes off.”
Avery raised a brow. “Please?”
Quinn tilted her head slightly, voice dropping lower. “That wasn’t a request.” That did something to Avery, Quinn saw it. The flash in her eyes, the lift of her chin like she might challenge it…but she didn’t. Not yet.
Avery peeled off her jacket, then reached for the hem of her top. She pulled it over her head in one motion, revealing a black lace bra, scalloped and barely there. Her skin was flushed pink where Quinn’s mouth had already been.
Quinn’s mouth went dry. She reached out, brushing a thumb over the swell of Avery’s breast, just above the lace.“Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re stunning.”
“And you’re overdressed,” Avery said with a smirk, stepping closer.
Avery reached for Quinn’s vest, tugging it open. Quinn let it drop to the floor. The black bra beneath was sheer, the kind meant for power suits and silk blouses. Avery had it unhooked before Quinn registered the motion.
Then Avery kissed her again, messy and unapologetic. Her hands found Quinn’s belt buckle, undoing it with practiced ease. Quinn shimmied out of her slacks, revealing sleek black panties, low-cut, minimal, lace at the sides.
“Bedroom,” Quinn murmured, grabbing her wrist. But they didn’t make it to the bed.
Halfway across the room, Quinn spun Avery and backed her into the window. The skyline spread behind them, golden streetlight washing over Avery’s bare skin.
“Look at you,” Quinn whispered, kissing down her neck. “You could bring someone to their knees like this.”
“You volunteering?” Avery shot back, breathless.
“Fuck, yes I am.” Quinn dropped to her knees.
She dragged Avery’s jeans down, inch by inch, lips finding the soft skin at her hip, then lower. Avery’s panties matched her bra, black lace, already damp, clinging in the low light.
Quinn hooked her fingers under the waistband and slid them down. When she looked up, her breath caught. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” she rasped. “Dripping down your thighs and I haven’t even touched you.”
Avery made a sound that wasn’t quite a moan. It was more like surrender.
Quinn kissed the inside of her thigh with care that felt intentional. Hands firm on her hips. She licked, just to taste, to feel the way Avery twitched under her tongue. Again, slower. Her fingers dug into Avery’s thighs, easing her open.
“Quinn, fuck, please,” Avery moaned.
“Tell me what you want,” Quinn said, low.
“Your mouth,” Avery gasped. “I need your mouth on me.”
Quinn didn’t make her ask twice. She kept Avery standing against the glass and licked into her with practiced precision, enough pressure to tease, not enough to give. She loved the way Avery’s fingers clenched at the window, loved the way she rocked into her mouth needy, messy, real.
Avery was loud and shameless and fucking gorgeous. Her legs gave a subtle shake. Standing was suddenly too much. Quinn noticed and rose. Avery whimpered at the loss, but Quinn guided her to the bed.
As soon as they reached it, Avery moved with quiet confidence, kissing her like she owned the moment, like there was no part of Quinn that didn’t belong to her now. “Lie down,” Avery said.
And Quinn did. Just like that.
Avery climbed over her, straddling her thighs, dragging her nails lightly down Quinn’s chest. Her lips brushed the shell of Quinn’s ear.
“You like being in charge, don’t you?”
Quinn swallowed, heart pounding. “Yeah.”
“Well, so do I. And it’s my turn… Let me,” Avery said, her voice thick.
Quinn didn’t answer, she just nodded.
Avery kissed her with control, claiming. Her hand slid between them and found her; Quinn’s breath hitched hard.
“God,” she gasped, lifting her hips to meet the touch. “That feels so good, don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Avery whispered.
She rolled her hips just right, fingers moving with practiced certainty. Avery sucked Quinn’s nipple into her mouth, tongue flicking just so, and Quinn moaned loud, unguarded.
“Fuck, baby,” Quinn groaned. “Your mouth is so fucking good.”
“You’re so wet for me,” Avery breathed, teeth grazing gently.
Quinn whimpered, hips chasing every stroke.
Avery slid two fingers into her, knuckle-deep, her thumb circling Quinn’s clit while she fucked her with steady precision.
Quinn moaned, desperate, hands roaming Avery’s body like she needed to touch everywhere at once.
“You like when I fuck you, don’t you?” Avery asked, voice gone dark. “Like coming undone, letting go, giving up control.”
“Fuck yes, baby. Right there. So much,” Quinn panted.
“Such a good girl for me,” Avery said, fingers driving deeper, thumb relentless.
Quinn’s hips lifted into Avery’s hand, body unraveling at every word, every touch.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” Avery asked, soft and lethal.
“Yes,” Quinn choked, legs shaking.
“Good. Do it. Come all over my hand.”
Quinn came apart all at once.
Her back arched, hands clawing at the sheets, mouth open in a silent cry as wave after wave ripped through her. Avery slowed her hand, gentled her mouth, but didn’t stop until Quinn was shaking, panting, spent.
“There you go,” Avery murmured, kissing her softly now. “Such a good girl.”
Quinn clung to her, arms weak, lips finding Avery’s mouth in a kiss that left her light-headed, wrecked in the best way. They were slick with sweat, breathing like they’d just survived something.
“Still think I’m the one in control?” Quinn finally asked, voice hoarse.
Avery turned her head, a small, satisfied smile curving her lips. “I think you like giving it up.”
Quinn didn’t answer. She didn’t need to—her chest rose and fell, limbs loose and trembling. Avery pressed against her side, one hand lazily stroking her stomach, the other curled in the sheets. Sweat cooled between them, but neither moved away.
For a few quiet moments, there was only breath and heat. Then Avery shifted. Her fingers brushed along Quinn’s ribs, soft, aimlessly lingering before trailing down across her hip, along her thigh, then back up again. Light touches. She wasn’t asking for anything, just feeling.
Quinn turned her head, catching the soft curl of a smile at Avery’s mouth. “You’re insatiable,” she murmured.
“Oh, babe, I haven’t even started,” Avery said, voice low and rough.
Then she kissed her softer this time, languid tongue sweeping against Quinn’s in a rhythm that made her toes curl. She kissed like she wanted to taste her again, like she was already thinking about what came next.
Quinn answered without thinking, one hand threading into Avery’s hair, the other gliding down her back. Their bodies pressed together again, skin sliding on skin, heat sparking to life.
Avery shifted over her, straddling just to kiss her deeper, then rolled her hips, wet skin on wet skin, and Quinn let out a moan so delicious Avery did it again, grinding down harder.
Quinn inhaled sharply. “God,” she whispered. “You’re soaked.”
“Yeah,” Avery gasped, dragging her nails down Quinn’s side. “Been like that since you walked into the bar.”
“Oh my—fuck,” Quinn said, gripping Avery’s hips, feeling the slick heat between them.
Avery set a rhythm, biting her lower lip and cupping her own breasts. “Yeah, baby touch yourself for me.”
Quinn moaned, lifting her hips to meet her, chasing every bit of friction.
Avery threw her head back, gasping, “Fuck, right there.” Her fingers pinched her nipples as she moved in rhythm with Quinn. “God, Quinn.”
“I love it when you moan my name,” Quinn managed, voice thick.
“I love the way you make my pussy feel,” Avery breathed, hips rolling harder.
Quinn’s gaze locked on her. Avery flushed, wild, gorgeous. “You look so pretty riding me, playing with your tits,” she growled. “I want to put them in my mouth. I want to put you in my mouth. After we come together.”
“Yeah?” Avery smirked, breath catching. “You’re not done with me yet?”
“Not even close. Fuck,” Quinn gasped, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m going to lick your pussy till you beg me to stop.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna,” Avery said, reaching down to rub them both as they moved.
“Avery…fuck!”
“I’m going to come all over you,” Avery moaned, rocking faster, harder.
They came together loud, desperate, clinging. Quinn cried out, her whole body tensing as she fell apart, stars bursting behind her eyes. Avery’s head dropped forward, her voice breaking on Quinn’s name as her orgasm hit, thighs trembling, hands gripping Quinn’s shoulders.
Their hips eased, breath shallow and fast, pulses racing. Quinn wrapped her arms around her, holding her through the aftershocks.
Still, neither moved away.
A long moment passed before either spoke. Quinn’s eyes stayed closed, chest still heaving.
“That was so fucking good,” she finally said, hoarse, reverent.
Avery chuckled softly beside her. “Yeah. It was.”
They lay there, skin slick, the room warm with the scent of sex and sweat. Then Avery’s fingers found her again. This time light, teasing, indulgent. Just a brush across Quinn’s stomach, the inside of her thigh.
Quinn turned toward her. Avery was already watching.
Their mouths met again, savoring, but heat flared quickly.
Avery rolled over her, straddling her hips once more, but this time Quinn moved with her, flipping them gently, rolling until she was on top.
Her mouth traced down Avery’s neck, then her chest, then lower, focused in a way that made Avery gasp
Avery’s hands fisted the sheets.
“Fuck,” she moaned, breath catching as Quinn kissed the soft skin just above her center. “Oh my god. Quinn.”
Quinn didn’t answer. She just lowered her mouth, and Avery lost every last bit of control.
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