by Frost, Sosie
“It’s what I’ve always wanted, Quint.”
His cock hardened even more, straining against my warmth. The tip left an almost obscene trail as a droplet of wetness beaded over my tummy. He gripped his length. Jerked it. Once. Twice. Then released it as almost as quickly as he’d grabbed it.
His groan killed me.
“I don’t know how to take a virgin, Ladybug.” His voice roughened with desire. “I don’t know how to do this to you.”
“Then we’ll find out together…” I arched my hips and offered everything to him. “I’m sure you can make a girl feel good.”
His laugh was pure aphrodisiac. “Oh, that won’t be a problem.”
“Show me, Quint.”
“This means more than just screwing around.”
I swallowed. “Doesn’t have to be.”
“It’s your first time.”
“And it’s yours.”
And he still couldn’t believe it. “Why me?”
I wasn’t ready to answer that, not even as I bared everything to him.
My body. My desire.
But not my heart.
I sucked in a breath. “Who else could it be?”
His hands moved lower, and his thumb circled my petals. “This is a gift.”
“Will you take it?”
“I don’t deserve it.”
“That’s my choice,” I said.
“And if I were a stronger man, I’d refuse you.”
The heat would burn me alive. I grinded against his hand, wishing for a relief that he threatened to deny.
“Why are you so afraid of me?” I asked.
The answer ripped from his reluctant lips. “I’m not afraid of you…I’m terrified of losing myself in you.”
“Would that be so bad?”
His thumb pressed hard, thick and pulsing, right where I needed it the most. He tested my slit, savored my wetness.
“I won’t be able to walk away after this,” he whispered. “I haven’t even claimed you yet, and already I’m mourning that we only have tonight.”
“We could have forever.”
“I don’t work that way.”
“Have you ever tried?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Wouldn’t even know how.”
I lifted myself onto my arms and arched forward to meet his kiss. “Good thing I’m here to tell you what to do.”
He waited, a shadow looming over me. Threatening me with intensity and dark fantasy. An untold strength coiled in his every muscle. Refusing his instincts. Denying his ultimate pleasure.
We raced to the pit of despair when all we needed was each other to save us from ourselves.
What else did we have to say? We couldn’t bargain with our passion any longer. Couldn’t whisper the words neither of us were prepared to confess.
I reached for his hand, guiding him back to his cock. My fingers wove with his over the shaft. The bulging tip brushed low, and he grazed my slick entrance.
I didn’t let him move away.
“I want you inside me.” The need hushed my own voice. “Please, take me.”
A moment’s pause would have shattered me into a million pieces, but Quint obeyed. His groan mirrored my own, and he moved for me. I stayed as upright as I could get—close enough to kiss, to whisper more sensual encouragement. He held me by the small of my back with one arm. The other poised his thickness within my spread petals.
I breathed his name, quiet and eager. Urging him forward. Begging for relief.
He managed only an inch before my untouched body barricaded around his thick shaft. His cock stretched me. Heated me from the inside out. It wasn’t enough, but both of us stilled. Shuddering. Savoring that moment before our futures forever entwined within that aching heartbeat.
“Lady…”
“Take me.”
Quint sweated, ached, and swore. “I won’t be able to control myself.”
I kissed him and tasted that crazed frustration that darkened his intentions.
My words whispered every permission.
“Don’t you know?” I offered only a timid smile. “That was my plan all along.”
He pushed me onto the bed, fell over me, and consumed me in a single strike.
I arched, helpless to resist as he ripped through my barrier and claimed my enraptured body for his own.
He filled me.
Blinded me.
Stunned and amazed me.
Why had I waited so long and fought so hard against this perfect moment?
I expected the pleasure. That was a promise. A gift. But I hadn’t anticipated the connection.
Just a single motion—that instant thrust which shattered my world and lost me within his—connected us in a moment of utter purity. The pain brought tears, but pure relief soothed me.
I’d never felt so beautiful.
Never known anything so wonderful.
And never believed something so powerful could exist outside of Heaven.
Quint shuddered. His body ached, just like mine. His kiss brushed away the remnants of my shocked whimper, but his lips then remained. Pressing over me. My forehead. My cheeks. My neck. He waited there, holding me close and comforting me through those initial uncomfortable moments as my body adjusted to something foreign and new, but instinctual and necessary.
He’d taken me, and yet I still couldn’t get close enough to this man. Couldn’t bury him deep enough within those invaded secrets and dark corners of my soul. I wrapped myself over him and sought that perfect refuge in his strength. My thighs ached almost immediately, but I clutched him hard, too afraid of falling through my own crumbling sanity if I released my hold on him.
My once imagined fantasies no longer made sense. I thought this moment would be forged of complete and total domination. A conquering, ugly moment of primitive need and monstrous action.
I’d never been so wrong in my life.
Our bodies moved together—and it was everything. We breathed as one. Shared a heartbeat.
We felt each other.
Without fear or light-hearted defense. No excuses or grief, no jokes or lies. Just us. My heat. His size. And in our soul-rending shock, we both begged the other for more of that moment.
I didn’t recognize my own words. I spoke quickly, voice shaken with an astonished bliss that tortured me with perfection.
“Deeper…” My eyes fluttered closed. “More.”
I offered every inch of me, and Quint took what we both desired. He pulled away only to crash once more upon me. Testing my body. Teasing that tightness before surging forth within my flames. I whimpered in surprise. He comforted me with yet another kiss. Gentle. Soft promises that layered protection in time to his thrusts.
My commands were lost in excited encouragement and hopeless confusion. I ached for him. Asked things of him I didn’t understand. But he needed no more orders. His body moved with instinct, delivering me every pleasure I demanded while delighting us both in a barrage of shivers, tensing muscles, and even greater desires.
“Please…” I gave my all to him. “It’s so…I never thought…”
His growl echoed my cries. He feasted upon my every word and savored the trembling anticipation that clouded my mind. I strained to touch him. Fought the pleasure. Fell back to give him more and groaned for reprieve. He swore, holding me close, pinning me against his muscle.
“Never resisted it before…” He grunted, punctuating the words with every hardened thrust. “So fucking beautiful…”
He couldn’t see me in the darkness, but maybe the fires he’d lit within my core had finally set me aflame. Maybe I glowed in his arms, bending and arching, coiling myself into a tight, endless onslaught of his greatest fantasy.
“I want to watch you come,” he said. His first order for me, and one I’d eagerly obey. “Christ, Lady. I’ve never felt anything like you. It’s like…”
“Good?”
“Better.”
“Perfect?”
“N
ever understood the word before now.”
I groaned. “Everything you hoped?”
Quint stilled, his voice a roughened gasp. “Fuck, it’s like I’ve never felt it before…like it’s my damned first time.”
Neither of us understood the truth behind his revelation. He sunk over me once more, moving faster, tasting his name as it mewed from my lips.
“Don’t ever stop…” I gasped. “Promise me.”
He actually laughed. “That’s an impossible order.”
“Then promise you’ll do it again and again once we’re done.”
“Fuck. I don’t know if I’ll ever be done with you, Lady.”
The tension strangled me. I couldn't speak. Couldn’t think. Every instinct screamed for me to breathe, but even the quickest gasp of air couldn’t soothe that roaring inferno that tortured me.
He took me harder. A tentative exploration, just to see if my body would submit so he could delight us with all his raging strength. I offered everything, would have done anything to remain forever bound to this man. I welcomed that pulsing desperation that dizzied me raw from within.
He belonged within me. It was like I’d never taken a full breath without him. Hadn’t lived until I’d felt his touch. Hadn’t understood pure bliss without the thickness of his cock bursting from inside. I’d feared this for so long, terrified of what I might lose.
But I’d never once thought about what I might’ve gained.
A connection. An understanding.
A man who so thoroughly understood my body it was as if he’d been there beside me, inside me, protecting me all along.
I searched his kiss and promised him every deep and dark secret with his movements. I couldn’t speak, but he must’ve known. Must have realized that truth burning in my heart. Together, we moved, and every collision of our bodies nearly jostled that confession into reality.
I’d been created for this man.
And he’d been made in kind for me.
A rumbling, terrible and amazing excitement blitzed over my body. I gripped him. Called to him.
“Come with me.”
My command turned moan and echoed against the thunder.
His grip tightened, a delightful pain I’d forever treasure. “Are you sure?”
“I want to feel us…together.”
“Fuck, Lady.”
“Show me what it’s like…I wanna feel…you.”
Quint leaned close, pressing our foreheads together. “I don’t know what it’s like.”
“You’ve never…?”
“No.” His words broke. “Never been bare. Never skin against skin. God damn it, Lady, I’ve never felt anything as perfect as you.”
Sweat beaded over my skin. The hot humid air caressed me like another pair of hands. Either the room would burst into flame or I would. He grew thicker, nearly ripping me apart. And yet I wanted nothing more than for him to burst so deeply inside me, to lose himself so completely, that we’d never be able to part from the other.
He spoke through clenched teeth. A wish. A prayer.
A demand.
“I want to come inside you…want to fill you.”
I nodded, unable to speak the thrill of such a fantasy. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his endless, exhaustive fucking. All the way out. Back inside. Skin to skin. Inch after inch. Filled then the void.
“Come with me,” he whispered. “Let me feel you come.”
The pressure overwhelmed me. So did every other sensation in his arms. But the rush of release was nothing new. It’d always been there. Dormant and asleep. Peaceful. Just waiting for the right man to seize me, push too deep inside of me, and rouse that beast from perfect silence into a roar of sensual agony.
He owned my pleasure.
Stole my heart.
Claimed my body.
Three solid strokes, and I gave myself to Quint Payne—bound forever and lost to all else.
I tensed, crashed, and cried out in every desire and fantasy, fear and affection that had poisoned me with insecurity for so very long. The pleasure seared it all away and reduced me to a quivering, beautiful, helpless bundle of energy contained only by the strength of his arms.
He jetted within me. Hot. Thick. More than I’d ever imagined possible, and fierce enough that I gasped with every burst of desire that consumed my core.
Quint nearly collapsed over me. His arms strained on either side of my body, and he held himself upright as the pleasure and tension threatened to rip him apart. I pulled him down upon me, crushing myself under his weight. But his kiss, his embrace, protected me from everything as he poured every drop of his ecstasy deeper inside me.
It took minutes, but we both fell still. He remained deep within me, unable to soften. Raging. Twitching. As if all he wished was to grind his hips against mine to savor that absolute mess of our own excitement and sticky-sweat soaked bodies.
The storm slowly passed, and only the flickers of distant lightning illuminated the truth of what we had done.
I’d imagined this moment since I was a teenager. Tormented myself with perfect visions of sensual touches and whispered confessions.
But I’d always assumed that beautiful moment would be a fantasy. And I never once allowed myself to think beyond that terrifying fear of what would happen after.
I’d loved him for so long that the Quint in my arms was no longer the Quint in my head. This man was not made of wishes and dream, but flesh and blood. And for as many times as I had wanted him, for as often as I had imagined lying heart-to-heart, bodies flushed and words lost to pleasure, I realized how very wrong I had it all.
The only way I’d ever survived harboring that secret crush was to convince myself that nothing would ever be as good as my fantasy.
But the world crashed around us, and with it, any hope I had for denying my true feelings.
I would forever be in love with Quint Payne.
Because being with him was greater than anything I’d ever imagined.
12
Quint
For my entire life, sex was nothing more than a way to get me off.
A distraction. A fun distraction, but just some nightly ritual of drinking, fucking, and regrets.
Sex was for me. The women knew that. They supplied the parts, I gave them a ride, and, by the end of the night, we were both sated and miserable.
Then I found Lady.
And she ruined everything for the better.
For the first time in my life, I realized that sex wasn’t about me. Wasn’t about what I wanted, how deep I could thrust, or wondering if I could come hard enough to forget my name.
It took two people to fuck, but only one woman to shatter my entire world.
And her tender, torturous touch had nearly destroyed me.
I’d never understood how a man could become so thoroughly addicted to a woman. Not interested. Not even infatuated. Beyond compulsion.
But one night in her arms, and I fucking got how obsession could rake a man’s brain, blind his vision, and stop his heart until her smile surged it back to life.
The woman was worse for me than a bag of pure sugar. A kiss turned my blood to syrup. A touch clouded my mind. And savoring her—taking her—would land me in a fucking coma.
Lady was beautiful.
Compassionate.
Virtuous.
And I’d never been so terrified of any single person in my entire life.
The municipal park was no place to fuck a woman like her, but my cock rarely observed Butterpond’s rules and regulations. For the moment, the tree line obscured us from the general pandemonium that was a town war-reenactment.
As long as the historical society depended on mock cannons to raise funds for the preservation of whatever old snot-rag some descendent of George Washington once used to wipe his ass, the town would take great care to unfold their chairs behind the artillery lines.
That gave us a little privacy.
And that could get us into a hell of a lot of
trouble.
I seized Lady in my kiss, bumped her against a tree, and hauled her around my waist.
She must have been part-koala. When those thighs gripped me, nothing in the world could shake her loose. Good thing she knew how to hang on tight. I hadn’t been the most sensitive of lovers since she’d first welcomed me to her bed.
Not that she minded.
“I’ve got an idea.” I prefaced my proposition with a kiss. “Feeling adventurous?”
Never thought I’d find any part of a woman as thrilling as that secret between her legs. Until her. Until her soft fingers coiled behind me to tease where I’d buzzed my hair on my neck. Her touch wove up and down, and each tickle sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock.
“Will I like it?” Lady asked.
“You seem to like everything I do to you.”
Her soft smile hid nothing from me anymore. “It’s a blessing and a curse.”
“Or maybe I’m that good to you, Ladybug.”
She shrugged. “Ever think I’m just desperate for attention?”
“Still not satisfied?”
“Thought you liked a challenge?”
I hummed. “Someone really ought to fuck that sass out of you.”
“I think I know a guy.”
“Trying to make me jealous?”
“Just wanted to get a rise out of you.” Her mouth popped into an O of mock surprise as she ground against my waist. “And look at that—I did.”
Hell, that wasn’t a trick. The real miracle would be finally going soft around her. Maybe then I could get some goddamned rest.
“Why don’t we skip the reenactment?” I asked. “I’ll take you back to your place.”
“Why would we do that?”
“So we can get in trouble.”
“What kind?”
“Up to you…” I squeezed her hips with eager hands. “If we have it my way—you’ll sit on my face and tell me every dark and terrible fantasy you’ve ever imagined. Then I’ll make it come true.”
Her gaze lowered. “Just being with you is my perfect fantasy.”
Fuck me.
The woman could boil my blood and run it cold with a single promise.
Nothing had ever shaken me like this before. Every day, I punctured my skin with a blitz of needles. I’d woken up in hospitals. Lost feeling in my right foot. Buried both of my parents when they were far too young. We’d nearly ruined the farm, and, still, the future seemed bleak. My family nearly tore itself apart, but now with us all together, we had even more to lose.