She cries out, her body tight and hovering right on that ledge. One more pinch. Another swipe of my thumb. And she goes tumbling off, shuddering against me as another orgasm tears through her.
Quinn Dawson is covered in my cum, the remnants of tequila sticky on her skin. Her hair’s tangled and her mascara is running.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Let Him Ruin Me
Quinn
My body is limp, boneless in the aftermath. But as the euphoric feeling of two orgasms starts to fade, something unexpected pinches in my chest.
Tripp’s fingers skate up and down my spine, slow and grounding.
“You alright?” he murmurs.
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, eyes stinging and throat tight.
I don’t move. I don’t want him to see the emotion written all over my face. It’s silly, really. But no one’s ever made me feel this seen before. Thisunderstood.
He didn’t brush me off or make me feel weird for wanting something a little different. A little messy.
And then hedelivered. Boy, did he deliver!
He pinches my chin, coaxing me to look at him.
“Talk to me, Quinnie.”
“I’m good,” I say, even though I have to blink back the tears to keep them from falling.
“Then why do you look like you’re going to cry?”
There was a whole different kind of vulnerability in this moment—one that spoke to an intimacy that went beyond the bedroom.
It would be easy with some random guy who didn’t know me so well to brush off the feelings bombarding me after all of that.
But it wasn’t some random guy.
It was Tripp.
And Iwantto tell him what’s going through my head.
I swallow the onslaught of emotion clogging my throat, then whisper, “Because you’re the first person who’s ever actually listened. And given meexactlywhat I wanted.”
His fingers thread gently through my tangled hair, and he rests his forehead on mine.
“I’ll always do my best to listen and give you what you want,” he says softly.
A flicker of doubt crosses his features. “Was it okay?”
“More than okay,” I say, smiling. “That was the hottest, most erotic thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
He grins, his dimples denting his cheeks. “It definitely topped my list too.”
The openness in his gaze lightens the weight of uncertainty that was settling in my chest. Maybe he was as into this as I was.
We hadn’t had sex. Not technically. But tonight had been about more than that. It had been about trust. About asking for something without being afraid of the answer.
It was easier to do that with Tripp.
