“Good night, then.”
I wave them off and count the number remaining. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine. With Saffie, there are ten, because I know Vic left right after midnight, as did Connie. All that’s left are her current flatmate, Tayler, and the former ones with their men.
Standing from my chair, I make my way into the kitchen. Quinn’s asking her friends if they want to take some of the leftovers. “There’s more in the fridge, so you guys can take this.” She points to the plate of vegetables and one with meats and cheeses.
“Sure, we’ll take it,” says Patsy.
I see what Quinn’s doing. She’s putting the idea in their heads that it’s time to go. Bloody brilliant if you ask me.
I reach into a drawer and pull out some plastic bags. “Here, let’s fill these up.”
God, I want to fill Quinn up.
My dick is unrelenting. I move behind her and get as close as I can to hide my hard-on while also letting her know I’m in dire straits.
She pushes that round bottom of hers up against me and it’s on. I pinch her arse, and she laughs. “Naughty lass,” I whisper in her ear.
Another eternity passes, but we finally get everyone but Saffie out of the house. I send Quinn off to bed, but before I go, I warn Saffie to wear some headphones.
“What?” Then her face scrunches up in disgust. “No. Now I can’t unsee it. Don’t ever say shit like that to me again, ever, you fecking git.”
I chuckle all the way into our bedroom, then stop immediately because Quinn was on the bed, wearing my jersey. I swallow hard because I’ve got mixed feelings about that now. I may never play the sport again. Odds aren’t in my favor. But she looks sexy as fuck, so I’m going to do my best to think only of the beautiful body that’s touching my clothes.
Pushing the door closed behind me, I press the lock and limp toward her. Setting my stick next to the bed, I sit beside her. “Love.”
“Happy New Year, Cooke.”
Leaning closer, I take her top lip between mine and suckle it. Her lips are plump and soft, always glossy, always delicious. She brings her hand up to my cheek and touches me gently. I peek down at her fingernails and smile. “Like what you did this time.” She’s painted them in pale shades of glittery blue. Like snow and sparkle.
“Pretty simple, but I thought it was appropriate for the holiday.”
I lift her hand to my lips and kiss the tips of her fingers. God, I can’t wait until she’s wearing my ring. Soon. I hope it’s soon.
“So, tell me about this YouTube thing you watched?”
“Well.” I pull her off the bed and place her between my legs, my brace off to the side. “First, this has to come off.” I point to the jersey.
She places her hands on the bottom edge and slowly lifts it past her gorgeous breasts, over her face, and off, tossing it on the floor behind her. I stare at her. She was completely nude beneath the shirt. Her chest moves up and down, and it’s flushed pink. Starting at her neck, I slide my palm down over each breast to the tip, watching it harden with just a touch. They’re too tantalizing to pass over without the attention they deserve. Leaning forward, I lick all around one areola, nibbling some after that. Suckling on the nipple comes next. The sounds Quinn emits when I devote time to her breasts make my body hum.
I focus my attention on the other side while still touching her with both hands, pulling her closer so I can touch as much of her as I can. “Your skin is so soft, love.”
“I m-moisturize.” She can barely say the words as I nip beneath her left tit.
“It pays off.”
She giggles and I smile, kissing her from her chest down to her stomach. My hand seeks the warmth in her center. “You’re wet.” I moan at the feel of her. Using my middle finger, I swirl and press her clit. She widens her legs without my asking, which allows me to slowly enter her with one finger. I know tonight is the night, but I don’t want to hurt her. Right now, I want my beautiful girl to come on my hand.
“Feel good?” I ask, focusing my attention on her needy clit.
Her hands are on my shoulders, but her head is thrown back. “Yeah. Feels good.”
Her hips begin to work in tandem with my fingers. She’s getting close. Taking her breast in my mouth, I work her into a frenzy until she breaks. Her body vibrates against me as my fingers are soaked with wetness.
This is it. I can’t wait any longer. With her help, I stand and pull off my tee. I’ve taken to wearing those athletic pants that snap on either side of my legs, which means I can take them off without fussing with the brace. It also means that in seconds, I’m completely nude and harder than I’ve ever been. I sit on the bed and scoot farther into the center while still having my feet on the ground.
“What next?” she murmurs.
Lying down, I reach for her hand. “Climb up onto the bed, love. Straddle me.”
