The sight of him there is both a shock to my libido and my heart, and definitely not something I want to unpack right now.
Once he removes his boots, he looks up at me. His eyes feast on my body, at the sight of me standing in the sexiest bra and panty set I own. No, when I put it on, it wasn’t with the intention of someone seeing it tonight. There’s just something about this red set, the lace and lack of coverage, that makes me feel sexy, and that’s what I needed tonight. Even for just myself, I needed to feel alive and spicy.
But now, standing here in a rarely used set of lingerie and having Quinn stare at me as if I’m the most gorgeous sight he’s ever laid eyes on, I feel so much better than I ever imagined. Richard never looked at me like this, and the realization is both affirming and intoxicating. I feel drunker than before, which is surprisingly sobering at the same time.
“This is what you were wearing under those tight jeans and sexy as fuck shirt?”
I glance down at the red lace. “Yes.”
“Why?” he asks, his hand hesitating before slowly moving to my hip.
“Because it makes me feel sexy, and when you’re celebrating your thirtieth birthday, you want to feel good about yourself,” I state honestly.
His hand slips around to my ass, and he groans. “A fucking thong.”
All I can do is smile.
“I want to fuck you in these,” he states, giving the string that flosses my ass a little tug. “I’ll buy you new ones”
“I don’t need new ones,” I reply, my breathing coming in fast pants and my nipples so hard they could probably cut through the lace.
“You will when I’m through with you.”
Wrapping his second hand around me, he pulls me in and licks my nipple. My own hand dives into his hair, holding him in place while he devours me through the lace. I climb onto his lap, straddling his legs and grinding myself against his erection.
“There’s still one little problem,” he whispers before moving to show my other nipple a little attention too.
“What’s that?”
“I’m still wearing my pants.”
I scramble off his lap, earning a chuckle as he stands up and starts removing his jeans. He takes his boxer briefs with them, his cock springing free from its confines and making my mouth water.
On complete reflex, I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around him. My tongue slips out and tastes the salty liquid seeping from the head of his cock. Quinn goes completely still, his pants still wrapped around his ankles. He moves his hand to the back of my head but doesn’t thrust into my waiting mouth.
I lick around the head, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat before slowly drawing him into my mouth. When I feel him tap the back of my throat, I gag but force myself to relax. Swallowing the gathering of saliva, I continue to slide him in and out of my mouth, while gazing up into his thunderous eyes.
“You look so fucking hot right now,” he murmurs softly, yet with a raw edge that makes my internal muscles clench. He leans down, careful not to force himself down my throat, and gently pulls my breasts from their lace confines.
I can feel the cool air blowing across my nipples, sending goosebumps along my skin. Holding his gaze, I suck, steadilysliding my hand and adding a little twisting motion when I reach the root.
Quinn is starting to sweat, and I can tell by the tightness around his mouth and the way his veins are protruding on his neck, he’s incredibly tense. It’s a heady feeling, if I’m being honest. A powerful one. I feel completely in control, and sexier than I ever have before.
He watches my every move, and his hips start to gently thrust. I’ve always been a huge fan of oral gratification, and you have to give to receive. The thought of Quinn between my legs has me clenching my thighs together as best I can to ward off the overwhelming arousal. Seriously, I could get off right now on giving this blow job.
But suddenly, he moves.
Quinn pulls back, dislodging his dick from my mouth and grabbing my upper arms. He spins me around so fast I almost get dizzy from the motion. My back hits my bed and a chuckle slips out.
That humor dies very fast on my lips when he crouches between my legs. “My turn.”
“But I wasn’t done yet,” I tell him, those words coming out quite breathlessly.
“Later. If I’d let you continue, I’d be blowing down your throat, and that’s not how I want to come.”
“No?” I ask, lifting my head to meet his gaze.
“Nope. First, I’m going to eat your pussy. Then, I’m going to fuck you until we’re both coming so hard neither one of us knows what day of the week it is.”
