Midnight Oil: Plaything #5

by Oliver, Tess

  "Every time," I said, with a slightly hoarse throat from the nerves, "No matter what was happening, or how busy we were, I could count on hearing that clank-y armor and those big black riding boots coming down the hall to the serving station. I guess because I'm me and well you"—I clumsily waved his direction—"well, you are you, and let me tell you, you really are spectacular from head to toe. I couldn't let myself even think there was anything there. I thought you were just being nice but then I thought about every time. You really have searched me out every shift with your daisies and donuts, and now that I'm standing here babbling like a loon, you'll probably wish you hadn't brought me those wilted—"

  His hand shot out to stop my ridiculous speech (thank goodness). The door snapped shut behind me as I slammed against his hard, unyielding body. I threw my arms around his neck. His mouth pressed down on mine as his hands slid down my waist and beneath the hem of my dress. His large palms cupped my ass and he lifted me up so my pussy was pressed against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist wanting nothing more than to feel the hard heat of his taut muscles rubbing against my aching pussy.

  He pulled his mouth free for a moment. "Do you have extra panties in that duffle?" he asked. There was an unusual grainy quality to his tone, as if every muscle in his body was stretched tight.

  "I don't just have this one pair, if that's what you're asking." I said lightly.

  There was a tug on my panties and the sound of fabric ripping followed. I wasn't sure, logistically, how he managed it, but my panties fell away from my body.

  I blinked up at him. "You're like some kind of panty magician."

  "It's a gift."

  "I could have just slid them off," I suggested.

  "Sorry, milady, that's not the knight's way. We stick to an entirely different code of chivalry." He swung around with me clinging to him like a koala on a tree and carried me down the long, dark hallway.

  His tongue explored my mouth as his hands held my ass firmly in his grasp. "I can't." He groaned against my mouth. I pulled my mouth from his and fought back tears of disappointment.

  "You don't want me?" I asked, my voice sounding thin and raspy in the empty hallway.

  "Are you fucking kidding?" He turned me and lowered my feet to the floor. "I just can't make it to the bedroom."

  I glanced down the hallway to his bedroom. "It's literally right there," I noted but the fevered glaze of hunger in his eyes assured me those extra five feet were like a mile.

  Quinn pushed the sweater off my shoulders. I felt the soft fabric brush the backs of my legs as it fell to the ground.

  In seconds, I was sandwiched between the cold plaster wall and his hot, hard body. He kissed me in a way that would surely leave my lips swollen and bruised. He pulled the hem of my dress up. His mouth lifted from mine and he gazed with deep green eyes at my face and lips.

  "Is anything wrong?" I asked quietly.

  "Just making sure you want this." His voice was low and strained from arousal.

  I responded by lifting my mouth back to his and reaching for the button on his shorts. They were loose enough on his hips that one button and they slid down to his ankles. His hard cock brushed against my hand. A groan rolled up from his throat as I wrapped my fingers around his erection.

  I pulled my mouth from his with a slight gasp at the size of it. This time it was him to ask the question.

  "Is there anything wrong?" he asked as he continued a trail of kisses along my neck.

  "On the contrary, everything is fucking magnificent," I whispered against his ear. I stroked him, taking in the full length of him. Hot moisture surged between my legs at the thought of him thrusting into me.

  Another long stroke coaxed hot beads of sticky moisture from the tip of his cock. I rubbed my thumb around it, thinking about how delicious the sticky fluid would feel against my pussy. My teasing was too much for him.

  He growled and took my face between his hands. "I have never wanted anything so badly—" He stepped out of his shorts, then paused. "Fuck."

  "Oh my gosh, now what?" I asked with a certain degree of frustration. "I, too, have never wanted anything so badly. I'm so close to orgasm a waft of cool air between my legs might just trigger it."

  "Sorry, I'm usually much smoother, Suzy Q, but you've got me spinning." He swung me around and carried me to the bedroom.

  "Guess you decided that the bedroom wasn't too far after all. Kind of relieved because I really do love that quilt of yours."

  "Yeah, and my condoms are in the nightstand. Didn't think it would be too cool to leave you pantiless in the dark hallway while I roll on a shield."

  "Good thinking." I nuzzled his neck as he carried me to the bed. He smelled like soap and dreamy man.

  He dropped me in the center of the quilt.

  My hands smoothed over it. "Ah, my old friend, Mr. Quilt." I rolled over onto my stomach and propped up on my forearms. My feet danced in the air and I watched with undivided attention as he rolled the condom over his incredible cock. I couldn't stop a mewling sound from rising in my throat at the thought of him inside of me. He caught the sound and didn't try too hard to suppress a cocky smile.

  "Were you surprised to see me at your door?" I asked.

  "Surprised"—he climbed onto the bed, naked and erect and turned me onto my back—"and fucking pleased as punch." He lowered his face to mine and kissed me, gently this time, a stark contrast to the more punishing kisses just a few minutes earlier. I liked the gentle kisses just as much. "Seriously, Suzy, you've got me spinning. I don't want to fuck this up."

  I smoothed my hands over his shoulder and back, feeling each curve and ridge of muscle. Just touching his naked skin rekindled the craving I was feeling in the hallway. "I'm not breakable or special, Quinn," I said as I smoothed my hands over his ass. "There's no way you can fuck this up."

  He moved his kisses down to my breasts. I arched my back against the feel of his tongue as it lathed my nipples. As he kissed and suckled each breast his hand moved down, along my stomach to my pussy. His fingers left a hot trail on my skin and between the folds of my pussy as he teased my clit.

  "Fuck yeah," he groaned as his finger slid into the sticky moisture pooling in my pussy.

  I reached for his hair and tugged it slightly. "Quinn, I'm so close. I'm nearly over the edge and I want you to be inside of me when I fall."

  He shook his head beneath my grasp. "Don't you dare come until I'm inside of you. I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock," he commanded gently but continued to fuck me with his fingers. He leaned down, brought his mouth to my pussy and flicked his tongue against my clit.

  I released his hair and clutched the sheets. "I'm not going to be able to stop," I cried.

  "Not yet, baby. I have to feel and taste you for a minute longer. Don't come yet. Don't you dare come," he teased with words and with his tongue and fingers.

  "Quinn," I said on a breath, "I don't know if I can stop it. Please."

  He lifted his tongue away from my clit long enough to gently bite the inside of my thigh. Not expecting it, I sucked in a shocked breath.

  He grinned up at me from between my legs. "There, did that take you back from the brink?" He returned his tongue to my clit and plunged his finger deeper.

  I tangled my fingers through his hair. My body convulsed with tension as I tried to keep back from the edge. "Quinn, fuck me please. I need you now."

  He removed his fingers and positioned himself over me. I clutched at his arms, no doubt leaving fingerprints in his skin. His mouth covered mine, but I was so delirious with arousal I could hardly focus on the kiss. A cry of anticipation flew out of me as his big hands wrapped around my ass. He pushed my pussy higher as he settled snugly between my thighs.

  His groan was low and deep, like a growl as he slid inside of me. My pussy instantly tightened and clenched around his massive erection. Waves of pleasure pulsed through me as Quinn pumped into me, faster and harder with each thrust. I gripped him with my legs, wantin
g more and more of him, as much as he could give.

  The muscles of his arms tensed and his long, hard body followed as he pushed into me again. His groan circled the room and floated over me, filling me with emotion, an emotion I'd never felt with Tate. He would finish and I would slip out from under him and discretely turn away. But I wanted nothing more than to stay beneath Quinn, his cock buried firmly inside of me, for the rest of the night. That thought made my chest ache. I had to remind myself that the wonderful naked man in my arms and intimately connected to me at that moment was Quinn Armstrong. I'd known full well, as I approached his door this evening, that I was going to be making myself vulnerable and risking heartbreak by starting something with Quinn. It would be fantastic and fleeting, and it was going to take a long time to forget the feel of his arms around me, his hands and mouth on me, but I was going to have to face that cold reality. Given his history, that time would come sooner than later.

  But in the meantime I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it and try not to think about the hurt that was sure to come afterward.

  Fifteen

  Quinn

  I rolled over and reached for Suzy but found an empty bed. I covered my eyes with my arm to shield them from the daylight seeping around the blinds. I searched around the bedroom. It was empty. I shot straight up to sitting and was instantly relieved when I saw Suzy's sundress hanging over a chair. The smell of coffee brewing and eggs cooking pried me from the bed.

  I had woken her three times through the night, finding it impossible to sleep soundly with her naked in the bed next to me. Just as I predicted, I couldn't get enough of her, and frankly, I was feeling pretty renewed as I stepped out of bed. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and marched toward the kitchen with purpose.

  Suzy was wearing one of my t-shirts, like she wore her first night with me. Her long legs jutted out from beneath the hem as she stood at the stove stirring the eggs. She glanced back over her shoulder when she heard my footsteps.

  "Hope you don't mind that I cooked some breakfast," she said as she turned back to the stove.

  I reached her and turned off the stove.

  "Hey," she protested and then laughed as I picked her up in my arms and put her down on the opposite counter.

  "You're wearing my shirt," I muttered through my kiss on her neck.

  "And you're not wearing a damn thing." Her voice softened and became raspy as she relaxed in my grasp. She placed her hands back against the counter and pushed her ass closer to the edge. "Quinn," she said on a sharp breath as I dropped to my knees in front of the counter and rested her legs over my shoulders.

  I reached around her ass and pulled her hard against my mouth. She chirped excitedly as I drove my tongue into her to taste every bit of her sweetness. I gazed up at her as my mouth worked its magic. There was nothing fucking better than Suzy in a dizzying state of arousal. Her head dropped back as she braced herself on her hands. Her long lashes fluttered down and her mouth parted, begging to be kissed, just like her pussy. She contracted her ass to push her pussy tighter against my mouth. I responded by pushing my tongue farther into her, my face smothering against the hot folds and her taut clit. She writhed against the feel of my mouth on her. Every time she moved, silently begging for more, my cock grew harder than rock.

  "Oh, Quinn, fuck yeah." She lifted her ass nearly off the counter allowing my tongue to penetrate every inch of her. The soft, drowsy moans coming from her throat were too much. I continued my attention to her pussy

  She groaned as I lowered her legs and pulled my mouth from her pussy. She opened her eyes, her lips parted first with disappointment and then with anticipation as I settled myself between her legs. Her hands stuttered across the counter and she gasped as I yanked her forward. Her head dropped back again as I pushed my throbbing cock into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I drove my cock deeper.

  Her arms nearly collapsed behind her as her eyes drifted shut. I reached forward with one hand and pushed the t-shirt up above her breasts. I needed to see all of her. I drove in with long, sweeping thrusts.

  "I can't get enough of you, baby," I growled as I moved my hips and contracted my ass. I wanted to reach her very core, to let her know that I planned to stay there buried inside of her forever.

  A pink blush covered her skin and her nipples tightened to tiny hard buds as her cries of pleasure floated around the kitchen. Her pussy clenched around me, milking me to an orgasm. I continued to pummel her, not wanting the sensations to ever end. Her arms grew too weak to hold herself up against my thrusts. She kept her legs wrapped around me and threw her arms around my neck as her body shuddered and writhed with ecstasy.

  As the waves slowed, she crumpled against me. I tightened my arms around her. "Now about that breakfast," I said as I kissed her forehead.

  She pulled back and peered up at me. Her pale blue eyes were slowly becoming a permanent fixture in my mind. "Worked up an appetite, have ya?" she quipped.

  "I'll say." I gripped her closer. "And she's a saucy little wench to be sure."

  Sixteen

  Suzy

  I'd heard him entering my dining station. It was impossible not to. But I still startled when his arm snaked around my waist. His armor breast plate pressed against me as he kissed the back of my neck. "I love the way you keep the hair up off your neck. Gives me easy access."

  "I hate to let you down but I actually keep it up for food sanitation reasons. Not to lure rogue knights into kissing me." I rested my head back, forgetting temporarily that he was covered with metal. I pulled my head forward and rubbed it. "I think I prefer you in the flesh instead of armor." He released his hold on me. I glanced around to make sure no one had seen him kiss my neck. My coworkers were all busy in their own stations, hurrying to get ready for the boisterous crowds about to sweep into the dining areas.

  Quinn caught me looking around. "So you've made your mind up," he said. "You're not going to tell anyone about us?" There was a small edge of hurt in his tone.

  "First of all, the last thing I want is angry, jealous glares from my coworkers. I also don't want to be trading bedroom stories with any of them."

  His face dropped with a slight look of shame. "Good point."

  "Plus, we've only been seeing each other for three weeks. This is so new and to be honest, I'm still reeling about it all. Which is partly due to the non-stop mind-blowing sex but it's also because I came right off a long term relationship and I landed straight in your arms."

  He took my hand, glanced around and planted a kiss on the back of it. "That's because these arms have been open and waiting for a long time, waiting for you to see that you belong to me."

  I stared up at him, unable to hide my feelings. He slowly released my hand. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked.

  "No, not really. I want to be yours, Quinn. If you truly mean it, but I don't want to be owned. I realize I've let myself be that person before, never questioning anything Tate said or did. I don't want that. I just want to be loved, unconditionally and forever."

  This time he didn't make sure the coast was clear. He took hold of my face and leaned down to kiss me. "I can do that, Suzy Q. I promise," he whispered against my mouth.

  His words sounded genuine. They sent a deep curl of hope through me but I needed to stay on guard. I couldn't lose myself to this man yet. There were too many variables, too many cautions to give in to the overwhelming sense of connection I was feeling for Quinn. I knew if I didn't keep my wits about me, I could lose myself to a world of disappointment and heartbreak. And I was in too fragile of a state to let that happen.

  I reached up and placed my palm on the side of his face. I wasn't ready to respond to his promise so I switched topics. "If I don't get these pints of ale ready, the diners in the Yellow Knight's section might throw me into the jousting ring."

  His mouth turned down for a second, assuring me that he was disappointed in my non-response. Then his magnetic smile returned. "And just how did milady end u
p rooting for the yellow knight, my sworn enemy, this fair evening?"

  "Good sir, you know how excited I get when you talk like a knight." I pressed my body against his, but it was so coated in layers of costume it was a lost attempt at flirtation.

  "Then I must say ado"—he bowed—"and wait until later this evening when I can talk dirty in my knight-speak."

  I laughed. "Can't wait for that. Not quite sure how that will sound."

  He nodded. "That makes two of us." He leaned closer. The scent of his soap was already becoming familiar. It triggered a surge of tingles in my pussy. "Doth—spreadeth thine thighs, milady work?"

  I laughed again. "Not sure if ending every word in th is exactly considered medieval English."

  "Then I suppose—I will fucketh you until you screameth my good name—is a no go."

  I pushed at his chest. With the armor it was like pushing against a brick wall. "Be gone, Red Knight, so I can get my friggin' work done."

  "See you later, Suzy Q . . . preferably naked." He turned around in his unwieldy costume and tromped out of my station in his heavy riding boots.

  Seventeen

  Suzy

  “Are you cool with a little bedroom adventure?" Quinn asked as he stepped out of the shower.

  I patted my face dry to rid myself of the sticky scent of medieval dining fare and all around work odor. We had rushed home after work, barely able to keep our hands to ourselves on the entire drive home. I was especially glad Quinn had been behind the wheel and not me when he reached across the console and put his hand under my peasant dress. He deftly managed to make me come without even removing my panties. It probably helped that I'd stayed in a permanent state of arousal as I watched him ride around the jousting arena on his fine black steed. He truly fit the bill of the breathtaking, brave knight with his long hair and finely chiseled jaw. After all the months of watching him perform, admiring him from afar, squelching a bit of jealousy knowing that other women had the pleasure of being seduced by the tall, dark Red Knight, I was thrilled knowing that I would be the woman in his bed for the night. And hopefully many nights after.