by Oliver, Tess
His breathing seemed to grow more shallow as he lifted his hand toward my hip. His fingers lightly brushed the tender skin but instead of pain, I felt a comforting warmth. It might have come more from his solemn expression, an expression that seemed to show genuine concern. It had been so long since I'd seen it in a man's face, I nearly forgot what it felt like to have someone care. How could I have stayed with Tate this long? What a fool I'd been.
"Midnight Oil." Quinn's deep voice mingled with the sound of rushing water.
I peered up at him in question.
"This month's subscription box from Plaything is called Midnight Oil. Lots of fun lotions and lubes, but the star attraction is a small bottle of CBD oil. I think it will help ease the tenderness."
"I've heard that stuff is good for pain." I slowly lowered the towel. I wanted to give him a clear signal that I wanted this, that I wanted him. He dragged his gaze away from the bruise on my hip to my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly.
His throat moved with a hard swallow as his heated green gaze stroked along my naked body to my pussy. He took a sharp breath and pulled his eyes back up to my face. "I'll bring you the oil. You can put it on after your bath." He walked out as if a fire-breathing dragon was close on his heels.
My shoulders slumped in disappointment. I'd made a point of dropping my towel to let him know I was up for a night of fun, but apparently, I didn't make the cut. He had slept his way through the entire female staff at work, but it seemed he had found the one woman he could say no to.
It was yet another stunning moment of embarrassment in a long, embarrassing night. Thank goodness I didn't force myself on him or throw my arms around his neck for a kiss. Although, the towel drop was humiliating enough, I supposed.
The billowing mounds of bubbles and fragrant steam weren't nearly as inviting now as I shuffled dejectedly toward the bath. I turned off the spigot and climbed inside, sinking myself down as deep as I could go in my pillowy quilt of bubbles.
Seven
Quinn
I paced outside the bathroom a few times with the bottle of oil clutched so tightly in my hand, I half-expected it to shatter. I needed to recover from seeing Suzy naked. It was a vision I'd imagined more times than would be considered decent. Still, the sight of her standing naked in my bathroom made my pulse race, her pert tits staring up at me with rosy pink nipples, the seductive curve of her waist, the waist I badly wanted to hold tight as I thrust into her again and again, the sweet little triangle of neatly trimmed curls at the top of her thighs. And those thighs. How often I had thought about being pressed between those thighs.
My heart rate had slowed some and my raging erection was fading. The water had stopped running so I counted on her to be completely covered by bubbles. For a second, the dropped towel had sent me mixed messages, and I nearly took it as an invitation. Then, I worried it was more of a test. Suzy already had a shitty opinion of me and my indiscriminate dating life. The last thing I needed to do was deepen that impression by throwing myself at her. She'd had a bad night and I'd invited her to my place with a promise of pampering and relaxation so she could forget about that asshole she lived with.
I took another deep breath and opened the bathroom door. All I could see was the top of her auburn hair over the mounds of bubbles. I relaxed some, thinking I could get in and out of the bathroom with my self-control and dignity intact.
"I'll just put the oil here on the counter," I said quietly.
The water sloshed and she popped her face up above the bubbles. "Oh, I didn't hear you come in."
"Sorry I interrupted your soak. I'll leave the oil here." I was making a quick, cowardly exit, something not normally in my nature but then nothing about my feelings for Suzy were normal.
"Quinn," she called softly from the bathtub.
I turned back. "Did you change your mind about the wine?"
"No, I was just wondering—At the risk of humiliating myself yet again, do you mind staying? I thought we could talk. We're both always so busy, we never get much chance to chat at work."
I hesitated only out of self-preservation. Sitting across from the tub, watching her bare shoulders rise above the bubbles, knowing that her luscious body was naked, soapy and wet beneath the surface was going to take more self-control than I had.
"That's all right. It's a silly suggestion. I'm sure you're not the least bit interested in a friendly chat or hanging around while I soak in this tub. You know, I think I might just call an Uber after this. My mom lives just twenty miles from here and—"
I walked over and sat down on the bench. "I don't want you to leave," I said with probably too much force. "I promise I won't touch you. I'm not here to seduce you. I just wanted to take care of you tonight. You looked so miserable sitting alone in the dark and so lost when you saw that woman walking out of your house . . ." My words trailed off, and I held my breath as she lifted onto her knees. She had tied her hair up in a loose knot showing off her long, slender neck. How fucking badly I wanted to trail hot kisses over her flawless skin. The silvery bubbles fell away from her breasts leaving silky wet skin and taut rose nipples.
If this was another test, I was sorely about to fail. I swallowed and was just about to speak when her lips parted.
"What if I want to be seduced, Quinn? What if it's exactly what I need tonight?" Her plump lips turned down slightly. "Though, I'd understand if you aren't interest—"
I crossed the floor in one long step. I reached down and took hold of her arms and lifted her to her feet. Bubbles and water dripped everywhere as I picked her up in my arms. I grabbed a towel on the way out of the bathroom. My heart pounded louder than my determined footsteps in the hallway.
Suzy rested her head against me as I carried her to my bedroom, leaving a trail of bathwater along the way. "And here I thought you didn't want me," she mused as I held her tightly against me, soaking my shirt with soapy water.
"That's on you, Suzy Q, because for the past six months, I've made it clear as day that there is nothing I want more. You just didn't believe me." I tapped the bedroom door with my toe and it swung open.
She trembled slightly as she peered up at me. I kissed her gently. The harder, deeper kisses would come later. Something told me Suzy was the kind of woman who wanted to be seduced slow and easy but fucked with wild passion.
"I could hold you like this, naked and wet in my arms for the rest of the night, but as much as I'd like to think that the tremble in your body is from me holding you, something tells me it has more to do with your wet skin and the cool air in this room."
She reached up and ran her fingers over the stubble on my jaw. "A mixture of both, I think."
I lowered her feet to the ground and opened up the towel. Just like earlier when I'd covered her shoulders with my coat, I wrapped the soft plush towel around her. I rubbed my hands over her back and shoulders.
"Hmm," she sighed. "This is what I call truly being pampered. And this towel." She rubbed her hand over it. "It's like being dried off with a warm, fluffy cloud."
She sucked in a breath as I knelt down in front of her. I patted dry her legs but quickly tossed away the towel. I wrapped my hands around her ass and brought her pussy hard against my mouth. Suzy tangled her fingers in my long hair, holding me harder against her. Soft, mewling sounds cascaded over me as my tongue pushed between the folds of her pussy to the magic button.
"Quinn," she whispered as she spread her feet wider to expose herself more. My hands gripped her ass, and she sucked in a sharp breath. In my fog of wanting her, I'd forgotten about the terrible bruise on her hip. I relaxed my grip but still held her firmly against my probing tongue. She gripped my hair and held my head to keep my mouth against her.
With just my mouth, I brought her quickly to a shuddering climax. Her fingers wound tightly around my hair and her groans of pleasure rolled down over my back. Her knees seemed to weaken as I licked away the last few waves of pleasure.
I pushed to my feet. Her long lashes flu
ttered at the end of heavy lids and a pink blush covered her skin. Once again I lifted her into my arms.
She rested her head against my chest. "A girl could get used to being carried around in these arms," she said drowsily.
I lowered her down on my bed, taking care not to press against her sore hip. She stretched and sighed in comfort. "Oh my gosh, your bed quilt is even softer than the towel." She stared up at me as I loomed over the bed, taking pure fucking pleasure in seeing her stretched out on my blanket.
"Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked.
I knew my answer before she asked it. I shook my head. "This night is for you, Suzy Q. I'm going to show you what it's like to be loved, adored and admired."
"I believe all those words mean essentially the same thing, but I'm fine with any one of them." She chuckled lightly as she sat up on the bed. She reached back and pulled the knot out of her hair. It cascaded over her shoulders and tickled the tops of her breasts. "It's been awhile since I've been adored or admired."
"That is where you are wrong. Now relax back against those pillows. I'll be right back."
I practically skated to the bathroom for the CBD oil. I hurried back to the bedroom, all the while reminding myself that this wasn't the night. It was going to take every ounce of my self-control but tonight wasn't for me. I wanted her badly, so badly that I was sure I wouldn't think straight. But her hip was sore and what she needed tonight was tender loving care. And I planned to give her plenty of it.
I stepped into my bedroom and smiled at the woman reclining against my pillows. She looked so perfectly right in my bed.
I held up the oil. "Let's start the pamper session, milady."
Eight
Suzy
It was only my hip and some soothing oil rubbed on the terribly tender reminder of my night, but it warmed me to the core. Quinn had brought me so easily to climax with just his tongue, I could only imagine what he would be like in the full throes of passion.
His hand moved past the bruise. He gently nudged me to turn onto my stomach where he spread the silky oil over my ass. The bed moved under his weight as he moved his knees closer and leaned down over me.
"I think this might help you relax." His voice rolled over me as a soft blindfold covered my eyes.
Instinctively, I reached for the blindfold. It was a new experience. I was trying to decide if I was experiencing excitement or fright. Quinn took hold of my wrist and moved my hand away from the blindfold.
His mouth pressed against my ear. "Trust me, Suzy Q," he whispered. I'd made up my mind. It was excitement that was made more intense by a sliver of fright.
Quinn pushed my hair away and kissed the back of my neck, sending a shiver of delight through my entire body.
"Hmm, I think I found a magic spot to kiss." His deep voice drifted over me like a warm blanket. He kissed the back of my neck again, then planted a long trail of hot kisses down my back. His hands massaged the oil into my skin. As he smoothed it over my ass cheeks, he lowered his mouth to kiss each one.
Moisture pooled between my legs. All I could think about was having him yank me to my knees to take me right then. The damn bruise on my hip seemed to be holding him back. Then my erotic wish seemed to come true. He pushed a pillow under me lifting my ass high in the air.
"Please, Quinn, I want this." How easily I'd slipped past reasonable thought and into pleading, but his hands and mouth had once again made me delirious with need.
Blindfolded, I rested my face against the pillow. My fingers gripped the sheets and I listened intently for pants to be unbuttoned, a condom package to rip open, some kind of sign that I would soon find that anticipated explosive release. The mattress moved and lifted. Footsteps padded across the floor. I waited for the sound of clothes dropping to the floor but it never came.
The footsteps neared again. Curiosity made me reach for the blindfold, but he took hold of my wrist before I could lift it. A tiny buzzing sound followed. I lifted my head from the pillow but didn't take off the blindfold.
"Relax, milady, this special toy came in this month's subscription box and now I've found the perfect use for it." He pressed the heavily lubricated vibrator against my ass first to ease me into the feel of it.
I startled at first. He leaned over and kissed my back to relax me. My body melted into the soft quilt, but my fingers still clutched it in anticipation. My pussy ached for attention. I lifted my ass higher in invitation.
His mouth moved down to my ass again and he kissed and bit my skin as he slid the vibrator along the crack and down between my legs. I moved my thighs wider and pushed my knees forward, my throbbing pussy searching, waiting and begging for attention. The slick round tip gently gyrated against the folds of my pussy. I cried out in relief as Quinn slid the vibrator into me. A small vibrating protrusion settled against my clit. A low moan rolled up from my chest as I clenched the vibrator inside of me.
"Do you like that, baby?" Quinn's low voice melted over me.
"Yes, fuck, yes," I sighed into the pillow.
He leaned back down and his mouth pressed against my ass. His tongue flicked against the tight puckered hole. I clutched at the quilt, first stunned and then pleased at the intrusion. I had never experienced anything so intimate. I'd never been the center, the entire focal point of the pleasure. I was loving every damn second of it.
I drifted in and out of a dizzying warmth, a warmth that covered my entire body inside and out, then, suddenly, I found myself focused on one thing, the vibrating pleasure between my legs. I writhed against the vibrator as it tickled my clit and pressed against a tender spot deep inside that pushed me instantly over the edge.
Moans of pleasure pulsed from my lips as my body splintered into a million glorious pieces. Quinn did not stop his tender tongue caresses or pull the vibrator from my pussy until every shuddering wave had passed.
I was already stretched out on a soft quilt, but I managed to relax even more and melt into its pillowy comfort. Every inch of me, from the top of my head to my toes, felt lusciously satisfied. I no longer had a care in the world. It was just my naked body, the dreamy quilt and the even dreamier man whose mouth was still pressing warm kisses against my skin.
I reached up and lifted away the blindfold, peering back at him over my shoulder. "You, sir, deserve knighthood."
Nine
Quinn
I hadn't taken my clothes off or even had the pleasure of feeling Suzy's writhing hot body in my grasp, yet I felt amazingly content. The earlier despair was gone from her pretty face and she was wearing that million dollar smile.
I climbed onto the bed and sat next to her, leaning against my headboard. I reached over and pulled the edge of the quilt up to wrap her in its cocoon of downy warmth. She turned and moved so that her head rested on my lap. I stroked her silky hair. It still took all my willpower not to touch all of her.
"That was super-tacular," she mused. "Which is a new word I made up because what I just experienced deserves an entirely new term."
I smiled down at her as I caressed her bare shoulder. "I'm glad my efforts were worth a new word. I have to admit, I was sort of making things up as I went. The end result was a success."
"More than a success." She rolled her head to peer up at me. Just the tiny movement stirred my cock. "Seriously, Quinn, thank you for tonight. You managed to make a truly terrible evening turn out like a wondrous fantasy. Reality will return in the morning but at least I have tonight."
"Damn that morning reality shit," I said. "Suzy, one question. Feel free to ignore it but I'm going to ask it anyhow."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Did fuckface give you that bruise?" My muscles tensed as I waited for her answer. I had already envisioned myself dragging the asshole out to the front lawn to give him a proper pounding when the woman walked out of their house, but if he had physically abused Suzy, I was ready to destroy the jerk.
Suzy hesitated just long enough to push adrenaline through me. I couldn't believe
how badly I wanted to hurt the guy if he'd laid one angry hand on her.
"Technically, he caused it but he didn't hit me. I would never have stayed with him if he hit me. As it is, I keep asking myself why I stayed with him this long."
I relaxed my jaw but wasn't thoroughly rid of the vision of pounding the guy into ground meat.
Suzy seemed to sense the tension seeping out of me. She pushed up to sitting, keeping herself rolled in my quilt. "It may not always seem like it, but I do know how to take care of myself."
I put my arm around her shoulder. "I know. I guess I was just looking for a reason to hurt fuckface. Just sounded satisfying."
She nestled close to me. "It sure does. But let's drop this subject. I'm in my fantasy zone, remember? And what you did to me a few minutes ago was pure, unadulterated erotic fantasy. The only thing that could make it better would be a hot fudge sundae as a finale."
I laughed. "Well then, we need that damn finale. You're in luck. I hosted the gang for a barbecue a few weeks ago, and by gang I mean my brother and his friends and their girlfriends. I told people to bring dessert and every damn person brought ice cream. It was my fault for not coordinating it better, but long story short, my freezer is packed with ice cream that never got eaten."
I got up and went to my dresser. I pulled out one of my t-shirts and held it up. "I think this'll work."
I walked back over to the bed. Sex looked good on her. Her cheeks were pink and her long hair was ruffled enough to make her look extra adorable. I handed her the t-shirt. "Put this on and follow me to the refrigerator."