Home Field Advantage

by Liz Lincoln

Her body started to shake and moisture rushed from her pussy. He gladly lapped it up and continued sucking, knowing it would give her maximum pleasure.

  “Quinn oh god yes Quinn oh god oh god oh god yes yes Quinn Quinn Quinnnnn­nnnnn­nnnnn­n.”

  Her orgasm broke as she screamed his name and fuck if he’d ever heard anything sexier in his life. He wanted to rip his pants off now and shove into her while she was still throbbing. He’d done it before and knew how amazing the sensation was. But he held back. This was about her right now.

  Finally she sagged onto the couch, breath still ragged. “Wow,” she huffed. “You, um. You’re still really good at that.”

  He would not preen at the compliment.

  OK, he totally would. He rested his head on her thigh so she wouldn’t see his grin. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman; it was nice to know he hadn’t lost any technique.

  When he could get his expression under control, he pulled himself up her body so he could kiss her. He stretched his chest against hers, skin to skin, and the touch was as intimate as it was arousing.

  Not good. He needed to focus on the arousing. So he ground his still-constrained cock against her. She’d probably leave a wet spot on his pants but fuck if he could make himself care.

  He groaned at how good she felt. “I don’t have any condoms with me.” If he had to run to the nearest drugstore, he would. But please let her have some. He didn’t ask for much in life.

  “Bedroom,” she murmured against his lips. Her teeth scraped his lower lip in a move that jolted him in his balls.

  “Thank god.” He pushed to standing, then held out a hand as she sat up.

  Instead of taking his proffered hand, she startled him by pressing her face to him and running her mouth along his cock. Even through his pants and boxer briefs, he could feel the heat of her breath. He couldn’t stop himself from palming the back of her head and pressing forward. The pressure was unbearably good and he needed more.

  Before he gave in and shoved his dick in her mouth, he hauled her to her feet. “Not now.” His mouth crushed hers, tongue shoving in to show her what he wanted his cock to do in her pussy.

  His hands roamed everywhere on her naked body, relearning her feel, memorizing curves both familiar and new. Her hands slid between them and unbuckled his belt, then opened his fly. Her long fingers wrapped around him through the thin layer of cotton remaining.

  Oh fuck. Now. It had to be now.

  In a completely un-smooth move, he lifted her and stumbled toward the back of the house where her bedroom had to be. Her hand was trapped between them so she continued stroking him. Her fingertips teased and his vision was hazy. He was going to drop her or trip or crash into a wall and injure himself. He pictured the week’s injury report, listing him as questionable due to a sex injury.

  Worth it.

  “Go right,” Natalie told him when they entered a short hall. He followed her instructions and was soon in a bedroom. He didn’t bother looking around other than to find the wide, unmade bed.

  Yes. Finally.

  He set her down. She gave his cock one last squeeze before letting go and his step faltered. She giggled—Jesus, they were having sex and laughing and he’d forgotten how fun sex could be—and backed up to the bed.

  He cocked an eyebrow, keeping his expression stern even though in his head he felt lighter than he had in months. Years, even. “What are you laughing at?”

  She grinned and it punched him right in the chest. She was so fucking beautiful when she smiled like that. “You. Almighty Quinn Lowry can barely walk. And I did that.”

  She sure as hell did. In a quick move, he leaned in and pulled her nipple between his teeth. She gasped, then groaned when he pulled it into his mouth and sucked hard.

  They fell onto the bed, her body wrapped around him. Hands and mouths exploring, relearning. Everything about her felt and tasted amazing.

  “You’re not naked,” she said breathlessly as her hands slid into the back of his shorts and palmed his ass. He loved it when she did that. When she dug her nails into his skin as he drove into her. There was nothing she could do to him that he didn’t love.

  In bed, at least. Once they got dressed, different story.

  But he wasn’t thinking about that right now. “You’re quite observant.” He pulled her earlobe and the dangly purple stone she wore in it into his mouth. Used the jewelry to tug at the skin. “You should be a reporter or something.”

  She huffed out a laugh. It had been a running joke between them from the day they met. He’d said that exact thing and she’d given him a withering stare, rolled her eyes, and said it was her plan.

  As he stood to yank off the rest of his clothes, she scooted over the bed so she was fully laid out before him. When he stood from removing his socks, his hand automatically went to his cock, stroking as his gaze took her in. When he reached her face, he realized she was watching him touch himself.

  Her gaze flicked to his face and a grin came to her lips again. Very deliberately, she made a show of licking her palm. His cock surged, knowing what she was thinking. Then she wiggled her fingers at him. “Come here.”

  He shook his head. As much as he craved her hand on him, he was about out of self-control. “Where’s the condoms?”

  She pouted and he resisted the urge to pounce on her so he could pull that full lip between his teeth.

  It was amazing how simply getting naked could temporarily erase the past eight years. He’d expected things to be hot and intense and solely focused on sex. When she propositioned him, he’d never imagined they could find this playful banter like they used to have.

  Still, it wasn’t real. Tonight was still only about sex.

  “Nightstand,” she said.

  He stayed focused on his task as he got the protection from her drawer and rolled it on. He needed to get his inconvenient emotional reaction under control. It didn’t mean anything that they’d fallen into their usual flirtatious routine. That was how they related to each other.

  Condom in place, he crawled across the bed and settled himself on top of her. She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but he couldn’t handle whatever it might be. So he kissed her. From the way she wrapped her arms and legs around him and tangled her tongue with his, she seemed OK with that plan.

  His cock slid between her legs, rocking back and forth through her wetness. Her heat excited him, even through the latex.

  “Quinn. Now. I need you.”

  I need you.

  Oh fuck. Sex. Just sex. She wanted his cock inside her. She needed gratification. A third orgasm.

  She didn’t need him, Quinn Lowry.

  He gripped his base and lined himself up to slide into her. To give himself what he’d been craving all night. All season.

  Her lashes fluttered open and she looked up at him, a soft smile on her face. She cupped his cheek, slid her hand back to hold his head while her thumb stroked his cheekbone.

  His cock slid in the first inch. Her heat gripped him, pulling him farther inside. He dropped his forehead to hers, but she didn’t close her eyes like he expected, and he couldn’t make himself look away.

  “Quinn,” she breathed, a note he couldn’t place in the soft word.

  As he stared into her eyes and continued sliding into her body, he couldn’t shake the sensation that something was changing. Something he could never change back.

  Chapter 16

  Natalie wasn’t sure she could take much more pleasure. But it was easier to focus on that intensity than the intensity of the way Quinn stared into her eyes. The words yes and finally bounced around her brain. Which made sense. More perplexing was the third word that kept popping up.

  Home.

  Quinn wasn’t home. Far from it. It was just a trick of nostalgia tangling with attraction, making he
r think this was more than a hookup. More than one night.

  As amazing as both her orgasms had been, as many things as she wanted to squeeze into their night together, this wasn’t them getting back together. This was them getting off.

  Quinn settled fully inside her, his pubic bone pressed to hers. He rolled his hips, catching her clit, making her moan.

  OK, this was them getting off a lot. But still just sex.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she shut them and arched into his shallow, circling thrusts. How did he remember after so long the best way to make her come when he was inside her?

  Already the next orgasm floated around the edges of her pussy. How did she have anything left after two huge, blow-her-mind orgasms? She should be satisfied for hours. Days, maybe even weeks.

  “Fuck, Natalie. You feel so fucking good.”

  She stretched forward to bite his bottom lip. Because it was there. And she could. “So do you.” She strained up against him. She needed more. Needed him deeper.

  So she wrapped her legs around him in a way she could pull him to where she needed. Her hands gripped the tight, flexing muscles of his ass and dug in.

  “I love it when you do that.” His face dropped to her neck, lips open and wet against the skin beneath her ear.

  “Harder” was her breathy reply.

  He lifted his head and she could feel him watching her as his thrusts remained shallow and steady.

  “Look at me.” His voice was nearly a growl, low and husky and the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

  She struggled to obey his request. Finally she dragged her lids open and was able to focus on his face.

  “If I fuck you hard and fast, I’m not going to last. I can’t—” She clenched tightly around him and he broke off on a moan. “Fuck, sweetheart. I can’t…I can’t promise I’ll be able to…Jesus, woman. That’s so good.”

  She couldn’t help smiling. She loved that she could make big bad Quinn Lowry tremble and lose his train of thought. “Not everything’s the same as it was. I like it harder now.”

  His face tensed, a shadow passing over his gaze. Was he actually jealous of the guys she’d been with since they broke up? She mentally rolled her eyes at him. As if she hadn’t been forced to read about his reputation as a playboy when she was researching her story.

  No one forced you to write it.

  Nope, she was not listening to the guilty part of her brain right now. She hadn’t had sex in more than six months, and hadn’t had multiple orgasm sex in eight years. She was enjoying tonight guilt free. Tomorrow she could go back to beating herself up for putting her career ahead of Quinn’s.

  Forcing herself out of her head and back into her bed, she released his ass with one hand so she could cup the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss. “Just fuck me, Quinn. If you can’t make me come again, I promise not to doubt your skills. You’ve already done it twice.”

  With a low rumble from his chest, his mouth crashed over hers. He jerked his hips back, then slammed into her. She yelped into his mouth and arched up to meet him. Pleasure surged through her as he continued to fuck her, hard and steady like she needed, with that extra swing in his hips that caught her clit in a way that only added to the pleasure.

  He ripped his mouth away, panting. “You’re coming again. I will fucking make you come.”

  He was. He would. Already she was throbbing, a third monster orgasm hovering. “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  The pleasure crested, hovering at the peak. “Yes. Oh god, yes. Now, please now, please Quinn.”

  His next thrust broke her. Her vision dimmed until she shut her eyes. Her body shook as ecstasy gripped her, tossing her high and holding her there for a moment that lasted forever and was over too soon. Every part of her gripped him tightly, needing him to ground her so she didn’t lose herself. A fresh jolt of pleasure ran through her and she thought maybe he’d pinched her nipple but everything was so fluid, melting together into one big swirl of pleasure, she couldn’t be sure. Far away on the edge of the swirl, she heard his voice, sexy and encouraging, adding that extra something she needed to take it from amazing to perfect.

  The haze receded, the shakes ebbed back to trembles, and Quinn resumed fucking her. Even harder than before. He slid his arm behind one thigh, lifting her leg high. The stretch felt good, though a reminder that it had been too long since she did morning yoga with Annie.

  He kissed her, hard enough to walk the line between pleasure and pain. She gripped his ass and dug in with her fingernails.

  “Oh fuck, yes, Nat, don’t stop don’t stop fuck.” He rammed into her a final time, then went ramrod stiff and held himself deep. He started to tremble, then shake, his breath escaping on a harsh groan.

  “That’s it, baby,” she murmured, gripping him with one hand while stroking his cheek with the other. She peppered his face with kisses because she couldn’t not give them both that connection.

  “Oh fuck that’s good.” He sagged on top of her, but his muscles were still tense, like he was holding himself back.

  “Relax,” she murmured in his ear. “I can take it.”

  He sighed as more tension went out of his muscles, until his full weight pressed her into the bed. It should be too much, but it was perfect. She loved holding him like this.

  Her pussy still fluttered around him, and a few times she felt his answering throb. He should get up and take care of the condom, or at the very least he should pull out. But she couldn’t make herself remind him. She needed to hold on to this a little longer before she let reality rush back in. She was on the pill so they were covered as a backup. And while she didn’t know what his sex life had been before he came to Milwaukee, she was almost certain he hadn’t been with anyone since.

  Without warning, he surged to his knees, his hand between them to hold the condom as he pulled out. Before she had time to miss the heat and weight of him, he groaned and dropped back to his belly.

  With his face between her legs.

  “I need more.” He licked her, his tongue hot and wet and wide and perfect.

  She shuddered, her skin almost too sensitive to handle the intimacy. Almost. A few hours ago, she’d have sworn she wasn’t able to come three times in an evening, let alone four. But after one firm suck of her clit, she was already so turned on again, she knew it wasn’t just a possibility.

  He wouldn’t be done with her until he’d completely ruined her for any other man ever again.

  * * *

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  Natalie hurt everywhere. She felt like she’d been pummeled, every muscle stretched well past its limit. Completely wrecked in the best way. Which wasn’t far from the truth.

  She’d never felt so satisfied in her life.

  She straightened her legs and raised her arms above her head, the stretch burning her tender muscles.

  The human furnace behind her stirred. Moved closer until all that solid heat pressed against her back. Until a very solid heat pressed the crease between her buttocks.

  “You awake?” Quinn’s voice was thick and deep with drowsiness.

  “Ummmm,” she murmured, covering his hand on her belly and drawing it up to her breast. As well-used as she felt, she needed him inside her one more time before their time together was over. Sure, they’d had a midnight snack and ended up fucking on her dining room table. And yes, they’d exchanged oral sex somewhere around three in the morning.

  But she didn’t quite have the closure she’d been seeking. Just once more, then she had to be good.

  Quinn flexed his hips, his cock sliding against her. His lips trailed along the slope of her shoulder. “Is this OK?”

  No. She needed so much more than this teasing. So she hooked one leg back over his, opening herself, and reached between them so she could rearrange his cock. She pulled it down between her
legs and pressed his head against her clit.

  They moaned in unison. His teeth scraped her skin and his fingers found her nipple.

  “Now it is,” she breathed.

  “Yes,” he agreed. He jostled her as he shifted his other arm, until it slid under her waist and around to guide his cock as it slid against her.

  The tension inside her coiled tighter and she already felt ready to burst. He was so good at turning her on, like he had a Natalie Griffith instruction manual built into his brain.

  His tip nudged her entrance. “I need a condom,” he rasped.

  She patted the bed next to her, searching. When she’d hurried in here last night while he waited in the dining room, she’d scattered her supply all over the bed. They’d been too exhausted to pick them up when they stumbled back to bed. There had to be one close—there.

  She ripped it open and tried to maneuver her hands to hold his erection at the right angle. But after three attempts, she gave up and handed it off. “You do it.”

  Quinn rolled away for a moment, not all the way, but enough that she felt the rush of cool air against her back and immediately missed the heat of his chest. It somehow seemed even more lickable now than it had that first day in the locker room at training camp. She’d spent quite a bit of time testing its lickability in the wee hours, before sliding down to give him a blow job that he’d claimed was the best he’d had since college.

  The cock in question slid back between her folds and her brain jumped from the blow job to the present.

  Quinn stroked her a few times, and she was so wet, he slid easily against her. The hand between her legs no longer aided his cock, and instead began pressing all around her clit. Because he knew it drove her wild without driving her over.

  She needed to kiss him. Needed that connection, despite the fact they were completely entwined. She turned her head and forced her eyes to focus so she could see her target.

  Their gazes connected and for a moment, everything around them stilled. She was lost in that gray-blue, lost in eyes she’d once thought would be hers forever. On his next stroke, Quinn eased himself inside her; he moaned as she sighed.