A fresh wave of wetness floods my core. “Yes, please.”
He gives me a cocky smirk before lowering his face. I lift up onto my elbows so I can watch as his tongue glides across my panties. “I can taste how fucking turned on you are.”
I’m not embarrassed, nor do I shy away from my arousal. I’m so wet, it should be humiliating, but I refuse to let my desire cause me any shame, especially not where Quinn is concerned. He’s obviously as turned on by it as I am, so I let it all go and just feel.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs before sliding my red panties to the side. “Hold on tight, my little cactus. I’m not stopping until you come all over my face.”
Then, he lowers his face and devours. That’s the only way to describe it. He flattens his tongue against my clit and licks. He sucks it into his mouth before dragging his tongue downward. He swirls it around my entrance before thrusting it inside. I can already feel my body tightening like a coil, the impending release building.
Using his fingers, he slides two inside me. The most delicious stretch occurs, and I cry out when he’s knuckles deep. He lowers his mouth and sucks on my clit, all while holding my gaze and wiggling his fingers. He does this little curling motion, rubbing against my G-spot.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m certain every man before him didn’t even know what the G-spot was, let alone where to find it.
I reach down and grab his hair, my hips rocking and grinding against his face. “So close,” I mutter, the sensations flooding my core.
“Come all over my face, Charlotte.” It’s a demand, and like someone tripping the trigger, I detonate.
I cry out his name, gripping his hair and pressing myself into his face as far as I can. I don’t even realize I’ve pushed myself off the bed to get as close to him as possible until I drop back down on the bedding.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, releasing my hold on his hair and relaxing my legs from the death grip they had on his head.
He looks up and licks his lips, drawing every ounce of my pleasure into his mouth. “Delicious.” He leans over me, pressing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it’s like tossing a can of gasoline on an already raging inferno.
I wrap my arms around his neck and suck on his tongue. His hands slide under my ass as he grips tight, rocking his hips and thrusting against my body. Need for him builds quickly, despite the fact I just got off.
I need more.
I need Quinn.
Giving him a gentle push, we both climb from the bed. I spin him around and shove against his shoulders, allowing him to fall back. It’s easy to do, considering his pants are still around his ankles and his movements are limited.
Reaching down, I grab the legs and tug, tossing his jeans and underwear behind me. Then, I climb on, straddling his body the way I did earlier. His dark eyes are molten lava, and his breathing hitches in his throat. He scoots back just a bit more to ensure he’s still lying on the bed with a place for my knees beside him. I raise up, reaching between us and grabbing his cock. Making sure my wrecked panties are out of the way, I position him exactly where I need him and lower just enough to take the head inside my body. He visibly shakes with desire.
“My turn.”
Then, I drop down and almost come a second time.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Quinn
I want to close my eyes, but I refuse to miss even a single second.
She takes my entire cock in one, long, confident motion, not stopping until I’m balls deep inside her. In one brief moment, she’s stolen my sanity, my ability to think rationally, and the upper hand. She’s in complete control, of this moment, of me.
And I don’t hate it.
I place my hands on her hips, trying to stop her movements. I want to make sure she’s adjusted to my invasion, but she has other plans. She’s soaked, which helps her take me easily and completely, and starts to bounce at a rapid tempo.
I want to tell her to slow down, but I can’t. The sight of her riding me, the feel of her body gripping mine like a vise, is too much. All I can do is hang on for dear life and enjoy the hell out of the ride.
Pulling her forward, I latch on to one perfect nipple, swirling my tongue around the tight bud and drawing it into my mouth. Then, I do the same to the other one. Her hands are in my hair, as if she can’t stop touching it. There’s a bite of pain when shepulls, but all that seems to do is make my dick even harder. Apparently, I’m a masochist and didn’t even realize it.
She rolls her hips, grinding down on me. “Fuck,” I grunt out, my grip tightening on her waist. I nip at her nipple and feel her tighten around me. “Oh, you like that.”
