I let out a loud cry, forgetting we were in a hotel, forgetting everything but him.
I tried to claw at him, at the duvet beneath me, trying to move into his drives and unable to because he held me so tightly. There was no undulating into his thrusts, there was only taking what he wanted to give, and it was more erotic than I could have imagined.
I was held captive while Quinn fucked me, and it was the hottest moment of my life.
Every push into me elicited a cry as his cock seemed to hit this nerve inside of me that caused the coiling pleasure to tighten exponentially. My pleasured cries only grew louder, making Quinn more savage, more needful. His grip was bruising as he kneeled between my thighs and pounded into me. My body shifted up the bed with his exuberance.
“Quinn!” I was on the precipice of coming. It was right there. I was going to come, and I hadn’t even needed him to touch my clit to do it. “Fuck!” I gasped in amazement.
“Come, Taran,” Quinn commanded harshly. “I need you to come first, Mo luaidh.”
“I’m coming,” I promised. “I’m … Oh, Quinn, yes, yes …” I shattered around him on a scream of his name as my inner muscles tightened and released, tightened and released in a powerful climax.
Quinn’s eyes flared. “Oh fuck!” His hips suddenly shook against mine as his cock pulsed against my contractions. His masculine groan was loud and satisfying as he trembled through his orgasm.
He released my thighs, falling over me, his face in my neck as he ground into me. He smelled and feltright. I put my arms around him, telling myself the tears in my eyes were just from the awesome orgasm. My hands smoothed possessively over his back. His skin was damp with perspiration, his muscles warm under my palms.
“Mo luaidh …” The words were mumbled against my neck. “Mo luaidh.”
My inner muscles twitched around him in response, even as my legs fell limp with exertion.
I wanted to berate myself for what I’d just done.
But as Quinn raised his head to study me, his features slackened and relaxed with his climax, tender and warm with affection … I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. So when he kissed me, I tangled my hands in his hair and returned his neediness with mine. I rolled him onto his back, peppering kisses through his beard and down his throat.
“Taran,” he groaned.
We aren’t done, I thought, almost panicked as I relearned his body with my mouth and hands. If this was all I could give him, then we weren’t done. It couldn’t be over just yet.
It was my turn to savor Quinn.
32.Quinn
After fooling around, I was hard again like a fucking teenager, and I lay under Taran as she rode me, half in the moment, half in awe that she was there and riding my goddamn dick.
There was a controlled desperation to both of us. It zinged in the air, almost ominous.
Afterward, she tried to leave for her own room, but I knew if she did, it would break whatever spell we were under. And I needed her in that spell for as long as possible so I could convince her that this wasright.
It wasn’t just that the sex between us was off-the-charts phenomenal. It was that even when we were at odds with each other, there was this easiness. Thisbelongingthat I had never felt with anyone else.
“I won’t take it to mean anything,” I promised her as I pulled her back into my arms. “But stay.”
“It’s a waste of a hotel room.”
“I’ll pay.”
“No, you will not.” She huffed but relaxed into my arms, settling her head on my shoulder and her hands on my chest.
Her bare breast pressed against me, and between that and the musk of sex in the air, my dick twitched. Apparently, Taran Macbeth made my dick think it was nineteen again.
I smirked but didn’t move to do anything about it.
I was enjoying the warm weight of her against my body.
“You’re sure this wasn’t a mistake?” she asked quietly.
No.
