Chapter 35 #2
“I want to see it more.” It’s a demand, and I don’t care how selfish it sounds. “Please.”
Instead of replying, Quinn pushes herself off the bed and reaches for me. Her fingers curl around my cock, and I hiss, knees wobbling. I stare between us and watch her start to slowly stroke me, her breath sizzling between us.
“Don’t tease me,” I beg, panting.
She makes me lose my mind. It’s the most terrifying yet exhilarating experience I’ve ever had.
Whether it’s a fleeting, bored look or a skim of her fingers across my arm, I’m completely taken by her.
I’ll do anything for her, no matter the time or place.
She’s taken the wheel at the centre of my being, and I couldn’t be more at peace with that.
“This isn’t teasing. I just want to touch you. Explore . . . learn.”
She parts her lips like she’s expecting me to kiss her, but I push my forehead against hers instead. Her sigh tickles my face, and I just let go.
Her soft thighs fill my hands so beautifully as I wrap them around my middle and kneel on the bed, moving us to the centre of it.
She arches against me, plastering us together before I lay her down, my body following.
With her legs falling open for me, I settle in the cradle of them and push the jersey up to her collarbones.
Dumbstruck awe wiggles through my chest as I stare down at her, soaking in the image of her bare body.
A rough growl builds in my throat, and I don’t bother hiding it before lowering my face to her stomach.
She’s so warm and soft, and I rub my beard against her just to hear the way her breath kicks and a stuttered laugh fills my bedroom.
Her fingers run through my hair, then stroke my face and down the side of my neck.
I run my lips across her skin, sucking softly on their journey upward.
My cock twitches as it nestles between her legs, sliding over her pussy.
Running my tongue over the black designs inked beneath her chest, I explore the lines slowly, tracing them.
“Is that a tattoo?” she whispers, fingers stroking back and forth behind my ear.
My stomach tumbles nervously, and I hide the reaction by taking her peaked, dark pink nipple into my mouth.
Her breath hitches as she digs her heel into the base of my spine, drawing me further into her.
My shaft continues to glide over her wet pussy, splitting her pussy as I repeat the movements purposefully.
Quinn tugs on the tip of my ear and whines, “Beck.”
I flick my eyes up. Her stare pierces me, the unanswered question burning inside it.
“It is.” I reach between us and guide my cock through her slit, getting it wet. Her eyes cross when I tap the head to her clit. “You have more of them than I do.”
“What is it?”
I swallow, teasing her entrance, pushing in just enough to make her breath catch before pulling back and spreading her slick across her clit. Over and over, I distract her with the same movement, hoping she’ll forget what she’s asking about.
She snaps her thighs shut, forcing me to stop. I want to tell her to drop it, but there’s no chance of that. It doesn’t take seeing the determination in her eyes to know that.
Licking my lips, I adjust myself until I’m hovering above her, my hands fisting the bedding. Unease crackles beneath my skin.
“You’ll freak out,” I mutter.
She arches a brow, skin flushing in an entirely different way as her nails dig almost painfully into my side. “It’s the name of another girl, isn’t it?”
“No.”
The blunt answer seems to settle a bit. Her claws don’t retract just yet.
“So? Tell me before I kick you out of here and sleep in your bed without you. You can jerk off in the shower again.”
I bow my head and laugh into her wild hair. “You’re vicious.”
“Surprise. Now, tell me, because I don’t like feeling jealous, and that’s exactly how you’re—”
Even with most of my blood concentrated in my groin, I have enough common sense not to push her further. I shift my hair away from my ear and turn my head.
The ghost of a touch caresses the small black tattoo.
I gulp, my shoulder screaming from the position I’ve put myself in.
I’m exposed right now, and while that’s never bothered me much before—especially with Quinn—this feels entirely different.
I might as well be telling her that I’m in love with her.
The only reason I haven’t said those words is because I know the moment I do, she’ll take off. Quinn is like a deer in the woods. One wrong move, and I’ll lose her. And this . . . this is the very reason I kept it a secret for so long.
“You hate coffee,” she muses, a small smile creeping across her face.
“I don’t hate it.”
“You do.”
“It’s a part of who you are, and that makes it impossible to hate.”
“So, this is for me, then?” She leans up and kisses the coffee bean tattoo.
“It is.”
My throat tightens as she holds the back of my neck and shifts her lips to mine.
It’s a soft kiss, almost teasing. I deepen it and lower her head to the pillow again as I slide my fingers between us.
This time, I avoid my dick and press them to her clit.
She gasps, and I slip my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her fully.
Her pussy’s searing hot, and it doesn’t take long for her hips to move in time with my fingers.
I rub her in slow circles before sliding my middle finger inside.
She tightens around it, forcing a groan up my throat.
I press deeper, then add another, stretching her until she takes me into her hand and tugs.
My brain short-circuits. I’m not ready to be inside her.
I don’t trust myself enough not to come too fast and ruin this.
The nerves are completely unfamiliar to me, and I stumble over what to do with them.
The last time I had sex was months ago, and it was so boring, so emotionless. This is nothing like that.
“Need a condom, baby,” I whisper, drawing away from her addicting mouth.