Quinn #4
Then I closed my mouth around him, sucking hard. Tobias let out a deep groan as I started to move, taking him as far as I could down my throat as my hand stroked the rest of him.
“That’s it,” Tobias moaned. “You feel so godsdamned good.”
He sounded far too in control. And as much as I knew he craved it, something told me that getting him to let go with me was exactly what he needed.
I gripped his hips with both hands, tugging him closer. Tobias caught my chin, holding me in place.
“Are you sure—”
I nodded slightly, my tongue flicking against him impatiently. If he had any doubts about how much I wanted this, they seemed to leave him as I suctioned my mouth around him, urging him deeper. The sound he let out was utterly unlike him—so unrestrained, it was almost feral.
“If you need a break, tap my leg,” he panted, his pupils blown wide.
I sucked in a breath through my nose, letting my throat relax as he nudged himself deeper. His hand fisted in my hair as he rocked himself back and forth, sliding further in with each thrust. The sounds coming from my mouth were obscene as he used me, and I didn’t want them to end.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Tobias groaned. “You’re doing so well.”
I hummed deep in my throat at the praise and felt his entire body jerk. He swore under his breath as he pulled himself all the way out with a wet pop.
His thumb brushed against my lower lip, wiping the trail of saliva left behind. With a grin, I lightly nipped his finger. “Why did you stop—”
I squealed as he lifted me, throwing me down on the bed. I laughed as I barely bounced once before he was on top of me, shoving my legs wide and nestling between them.
“Time’s up,” he murmured against my mouth.
I pouted, only for him to catch my lips in a soft kiss that quickly turned deeper.
My arms wrapped around him, my nails digging into his back.
His muscles went rigid beneath my touch as my fingers brushed against his scars, but as I started to pull away, he let out a low sound of protest against my lips, kissing me with a new sense of desperation.
By the time we broke apart I was breathless. “So if I’m good, do I get to do that again?”
“Hmm.” Tobias lifted his hips and fisted his cock, sliding it against me. I sucked in a breath as his head bumped against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. “I’ll consider it.”
I tilted my hips against him, needing him to fill me.
I needed him, period.
He did it again, watching as I writhed beneath him.
“I need you inside me,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Good,” Tobias groaned. “Because I’m done waiting.”
I tensed as he nudged against my opening. I was already so wet, but the way I immediately needed to stretch around him was almost too much to bear.
“Breathe for me,” Tobias ordered, his own breathing shallow. “Relax.”
I sucked in a breath, and he slid further inside me, filling me so deliciously my eyes watered.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Tobias panted into the curve of my neck. “Wanted you?”
“I think I have some idea,” I murmured, then gasped as he retreated before pushing in another inch.
He shook his head, then pulled back, his features contorting like he was in pain. “Stay still. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I said, innately knowing it was true.
Tobias sank in further. The pain quickly turned into pleasure as he hit a spot inside me with every shallow thrust, filling me so fully my eyes rolled back in my head. Was it possible to come just like this?
He pressed his forehead against mine, both of us losing our breath as he finally slid in to the hilt. I shifted my hips, squeezing around him, and he let out a guttural moan. Sparks twirled in the air between us, tingling as they brushed against my skin.
“Give me a second. You feel—” He swore under his breath. “Gods, you feel like you were made for me.”
I stilled beneath him, letting myself adjust too. He swiveled his hips like he was testing the way we fit together.
“Oh,” I gasped. My breathing turned ragged as he pulled out to the tip, then pushed all the way back in. That ache was growing fast, the pleasure so sudden it took me by surprise. My gasp turned into a moan as he did it again.
“Fuck,” Tobias groaned. “I could hear you make that sound every day for the rest of our lives, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
The feeling of how he fit inside me might drive me to madness. I closed my eyes, savoring it. I never wanted this to end.
My arms tightened around him, my fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. The next second, my wrists were pinned above my head. My eyes flew open. One of his hands held mine in place, gripping my wrists together.
His eyes searched mine. “Is this alright?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “Don’t stop. I want you—” I rolled my hips against him, watching the way his arms flexed as he tried to keep himself in check. “—deeper. I need you to fuck me…” I squeezed my inner muscles and couldn’t help my grin as I saw a muscle quiver in his jaw. “Hard. Please, Tobias.”
Something primal flashed in his eyes. I saw the moment he decided to stop holding back, my pleas severing whatever was left of his control.
“I love hearing you beg.”
He drove into me so hard I gasped. His elbow sank into my pillow, holding his weight as the hand not holding my wrists reached between us. I whimpered as his thumb played with my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, each circle in time with his thrusts.
His pace turned relentless. All I could feel was the building heat as I lost myself to the overwhelming sense of friction—the pleasure almost too much. He filled me entirely, each thrust brushing against a spot so sensitive I was almost afraid for the moment I finally let go.
I was going to break apart. I was going to shatter into pieces that would have to re-form around the piece of himself he had irrevocably placed in my heart.
Perhaps it had always been there.
“Say it again,” Tobias panted, his thumb lifting.
I blinked up at him through the haze of my pleasure.
A moan tore from my throat as he thrust back into me, sending a tremor through my core. I was close, so close…
He stilled, and I nearly cried out in frustration.
“Quinn.” His teeth pressed against my throat, trailing along my skin. “Say my name when I make you come.”
“Tobias…”
He pushed back inside me, this thumb pressing down on that sensitive nub of nerves, and I broke apart with a sob. It was too much—almost too perfect. One wave of pleasure turned into another as Tobias rocked his hips, my body shaking like I might indeed come apart.
When it finally ebbed, I lay limp against the sheets, satiated and utterly spent. Tobias gently rubbed my wrists as he kissed the pulse point of each one. Then he leaned forward, brushing kisses up my neck and across my cheeks, bringing a different sort of blush to them.
“That’s my girl,” Tobias murmured against the shell of my ear.
I felt delirious, like that orgasm had wiped everything away except that need for him and the sort of satisfaction I had never felt before. This was something raw and real and undeniable—something we would have to face together in the morning. But for now…
“Here I thought you were going to make me lose count.”
I barely had time to appreciate the dimple that appeared before he flipped me over. One hand kneaded my ass cheek appreciatively, as the other spread my thighs apart.
“A promise is a promise, sweetheart.” His lips pressed against the top of my spine as he positioned himself between my legs. “I’m not done with you yet.”