“May I touch you?” he asked gently.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He hummed his approval and slid his hand into my underwear, two fingers delicately slipping through my center with ease. I was soaked.
“Gods,” he whispered, circling his fingers on the sensitive bud. I moaned as my eyes rolled back, my head resting against his chest.
He slid his fingers out, and I followed them as they trailed up…to hislips.
I gasped as he slipped his two fingers along his tongue, smirking at me as he did it.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmured as he pulled them out of his mouth. He grabbed my chin and spun me around, his mouth clashing with mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I loved the feeling of his tongue against mine.
“Can you taste yourself, Lena?” he purred against my lips.
I nodded, and my face flushed further as he grinned and then kissed my neck, his hand cupping my right breast again. I moaned louder as his thumb traced the peak, then squeezed it gently.
Then, he broke away and pulled back, observing my body. Biting his lip, he knelt before me, slipping off my underwear. My breathing staggered, and here I was, completely exposed. He saw everything. He looked up at me through dark lashes.
“Damn perfection.” He stood, unbuttoning his shirt, his voice low as he murmured, “You’ve no idea all the things I wish to do to you.”
When he tossed his shirt to the floor, I was left in awe at his muscles. He looked like no teenager. No, he looked like a man—a perfectly sculpted man.
I gave a roguish smile. "Then show me," I whispered. I ran my hand down his chest and his hard stomach as he studied me with lustful eyes. When I pulled away, he began unbuttoning his pants, and I fought the urge to look away.
He slid his pants and undergarments down, the length of him springing free, and I gasped again, the cocky bastard smirking at my reaction.
I had never seen a naked man before and had only felt him in the pond. He gripped himself and stroked, his length reaching his belly button.
That’s…supposed to go inside of me?
He lowered his hand, then tilted his head, examining me with playful eyes. I hesitated, then wrapped my hand around him, causing him to inhale sharply, the muscles on his abdomen tensing. Gods, if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever.
I wrapped my left arm around his back, and he held me close as I began to work him up and down. He groaned as his lips met mine again, the pressure between my thighs becoming unbearable at the sound of his pleasure.
He hooked his arms under my legs without warning, causing me to squeal as he lifted me and gently laid me on my bed. He stepped back and observed me.
“Can I admit something to you?” I asked quietly, a smirk spreading across my face.
He gave me an amused grin. “Please.”
My heartbeat quickened, and I squeezed my legs together, running my fingertips along my breasts. Quill’s eyes dilated at that. “That first day you trained me. That was the first time I touched myself to the thought of you.”
His eyes flared, and he released a breath at my confession. He wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself as he stepped forward. My breathing hitched as I watched his eyelids grow heavy, the veins in his arm becoming pronounced while he slowly pleasured himself.
A mischievous smile took over his face. “Show me.”
I could thank the alcohol for my lack of embarrassment. Or perhaps it was the way Quill was looking at me. I felt no shame as I trailed my fingers down my stomach and placed them between my legs.
Using three fingers, I began circling my clit, loosening breathy moans as I did so.
“Let me see you,” he breathed.
I bit back a smile, pulled my knees up, and spread them apart.
Quill’s eyes darkened. “Fucking hell, Lena,” he panted as he stroked himself. “You are so beautiful.”
And for the first time, I truly felt like I was. I grinned as I quickened my pace, my eyes rolling back and my breathing becoming louder as the ecstasy grew.
