by Oliver, Tess
I put the towel down and allowed myself the pleasure of watching him dry off his naked body. Every inch of him was spectacular. "What exactly do you mean by adventure?" I asked.
He walked over and circled his wet towel around me to draw me against his body. His cock was already pushing at the t-shirt I'd pulled on. I had grown fond of wearing his oversized t-shirts after work. They were comfortable and they smelled of his soap.
"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Or have you forgotten my family connections to Plaything, 'your pleasure is our business'?"
I leaned forward and licked a drip of water off his chest. "How could I forget when I've been on the receiving end of some of their wonderful lotions and toys. I'm tired from my shift, but I think I could manage energy for a little adventure."
"That's the spirit." He tossed the towel onto the dressing bench and grabbed my hand. I had to hurry my pace to keep up with his long strides as he led me out of the bathroom and across his vast bedroom.
"Lose the t-shirt, milady," he ordered as he walked to the panel in his room that would adjust the lights to a warm romantic glow and usher music from the mostly hidden sound system. He glanced back at me just as I reached for the hem of the shirt. "Hmm, what music should we set our adventure to? Is there any singer whose voice makes you hot and horny, Suzy Q?"
"Well, now that you ask, Eddie Vedder," I said quickly without having to give it any thought. Vedder had always been my favorite.
Quinn pushed a button and Counting Crows came on.
"That's not Pearl Jam," I noted.
"Nope. The last thing I want is for you to be dreaming about Eddie Vedder while I'm fucking you."
"Never took you as the jealous type," I quipped.
"Only when it comes to you, Suzy Q. Why the fuck are you not naked yet?" He stomped across the room to pull the t-shirt off. He lifted my chin and lowered his mouth for a gentle kiss.
"Where are these hidden tricks?" I asked. "Although, I must admit I could stand here in the center of this room and have you kiss me like that for the rest of the night, and I'd be happy with that. Eddie Vedder or not."
"Well, we can kiss in the center of my room another night." His long, muscular legs carried him across the room to the walk-in closet. He disappeared inside and emerged pushing out a large wedge with his foot. It was covered with soft gray leather and looked like something a person would use at the gym. Every sort of vision went through my head as I tried to figure out exactly what our adventure would entail.
I blinked up at him, innocently. I was certainly feeling it. "Are we going to be doing sit ups because I think you'll outperform me there with that six pack."
His mouth tilted cockily up on one side. "No sit ups tonight." He drew two fluffy pink cuffs out from behind his back with one hand and pulled out a satin blindfold and bottle of lotion with the other. "Are you ready?"
I took a deep, steadying breath and was suddenly thankful for the glass of wine I'd had when we got home from work. "I'm ready but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous. Confession time, that blindfold and vibrator on my first night here was about the wildest thing I've ever done on a bed."
"Then this is perfect because we won't be on the bed." His voice trailed off and his gaze grew dark and green, a glazed look I'd seen before and one that sent a thrill through me. That look meant I was about to be taken to the height of passion by a man who could push me over the edge of an orgasm by just whispering dirty words in my ear.
Quinn's arms went around me and he pulled me against him. His cock pushed and nudged my belly, letting me know the adventure had started. His tongue probed my mouth, coaxing a soft mewling sound from my throat and a swirl of hot moisture through my pussy.
I was so lost in his deep kiss, I hadn't noticed the fuzzy cuffs going around my wrists until the last one snapped shut. Each cuff had a leather strap and a metal loop attached to it.
He peeled his hot, hard body away from mine and circled behind me to tie on the blindfold. I startled slightly as his mouth pressed against my shoulder and neck. "God, every damn inch of you is as sweet as sugar."
The silky blindfold made it impossible to see. I was at his mercy, which was exactly where I wanted to be. His warmth left my back and I sensed that he was circling around me again. My right arm lifted, and he tugged me gently forward by the leather strap.
I scooted my bare feet across his plush carpet. After a few steps my shins touched the side of the wedge. The leather was soft and supple against my skin.
"Get down on your knees, milady," Quinn muttered against my ear. "You are about to get the royal treatment."
A tiny squeak chirped from my lips. His soft chuckle drifted over me like warm fingertips as I lowered myself to my knees. The wedge was pressed against my thighs now.
Quinn tugged against on the leather tethers, both at the same time and a little harder than before.
"Oh," I squealed as I found myself leaning over the tall side of the wedge with my head at the bottom. My arms were being fastened to each side of the wedge, something that thrilled me and sent a slight shiver of fear through me.
Quinn, who never seemed to miss even the slightest reaction, placed a kiss on my jutting, naked bottom. "No need to worry, Suzy Q. I think you'll have a lot of fun on this adventure." He kissed my ass again and trailed his mouth along the back of my thigh.
My body relaxed as my pussy grew wet with desire. I dropped my head and rested my cheek against the soft leather, deciding to give in to the intense physical stimulation. He had proven himself such a master of my body, it was as if we had been together for years and not just weeks. It would be too easy to ruin the moment by allowing my thoughts to drift to the reason why he was such a master so I pushed them away. All my focus went to the cravings I was feeling, the intense need to be satisfied.
A splash of oil on my lower back made me jump slightly. Quinn chuckled again, then began smoothing the luxurious fragrant liquid over my back and bottom.
"Hmm," I said as I relaxed again. "Like the world's best massage. I like the feel of that lotion on my skin."
"It's from the Midnight Oil box. It's really popular. Lots of sweet hineys getting lotioned up this month." With that he delivered a sharp, tantalizing slap to my ass.
I jerked up but was instantly reminded that my hands were bound.
He spanked me again, but this time instead of startling and pulling against the cuffs, I groaned in pleasure and pushed my bottom higher. Surprising the hell out of myself.
He spanked me once more, then soothed my stinging flesh with more lotion. I sensed Quinn moving behind the wedge. He spread my legs wider with his knees as he settled in behind me.
"I have to say, I like this view a lot." His settled his mouth on the crack of my ass and leaned down to impale the tight hole with his tongue. I was both sensory deprived and on sensory overload. The intimacy of his pressing his tongue between my cheeks sent a new shiver of delight through me, one that he noticed immediately.
"You like that, baby," he growled from behind before continuing.
I was so focused on the ass play, it took me by surprise when his cock slid into my pussy. I cried out in pleasure, nearly delirious with the feel of his tongue and cock, both invading my most intimate spots.
"Quinn!" The intensely erotic position and his masterful skills took me easily over the edge. My body trembled and I writhed against him to feel every pulsating sensation. It seemed to last forever, each wave of pure pleasure rushing through me, making me dizzy and breathless.
"That's it, baby, that's what I wanted," he growled as his hands took firm hold of my hips. I collapsed over the wedge and clutched its edges to hold on as Quinn pummeled me hard from behind. Each thrust renewed some of the earlier sensations. I instinctively braced against his punishing thrusts just to feel them again. I was so out of my mind with it all, I hadn't realized that he had brought me right back to the cliff again. My pussy had hardly recovered from the first orgasm, but I was heading ov
er the edge again.
Quinn sensed I was heading for another orgasm. He slowed his thrusts, keeping himself in check so that I could come again. He gave me a little spank. "Let's do this again, baby. I want a second act." He held me firmly against him with one hand and slipped the other down between my legs where his finger went to work teasing my clit. He strummed my magical nub like a maestro, with just enough pressure to bring me back to orgasm.
This time my cry of pleasure was weaker. Quinn had milked away all of my energy and I was merely a frail, trembling rag doll being filled with an explosion of sensations, "Quinn," I said weakly, blissfully as I again collapsed in a heap on the wedge.
Quinn's low groan filled the room as he once again gripped me firmly with both hands. He slammed into me three times, his grasp on my hips getting stronger with each thrust. "Fuck, your pussy is so sweet," he growled as his body stiffened and he came.
He collapsed down over me, warming me like a big heavy blanket. He kissed the back of my shoulder. "I knew you were the adventurous type, Suzy Q."
"Hmm." A luxurious sigh hummed from my throat. "I had a great tour guide. And it turns out he doubles as a warm blanket."
His laugh tickled my neck. "I suppose we could move this to the real blankets."
"We could but I don't know if downy quilts have anything on your body heat."
"I never said anything about losing my body heat," he said as he peeled himself off of me. "Although, I have to say, I do love seeing you draped over this wedge, with that perfectly spankable ass sitting high in the air."
I wriggled my bottom with the bit of energy I had left.
He crawled around to the front of the wedge, pulled off my blindfold and released me from the cuffs. Before I could peel myself off the leather wedge, Quinn leaned down and plucked me into his arms. I relaxed against him, breathing in the scent of his skin as he carried me to his bed.
He lowered me onto the bed and pulled a quilt up over me. "I'm going to the kitchen to get us each a bowl of ice cream. Adventure night has made me hungry," he said.
"Wow, double orgasm and ice cream in bed? Please don't wake me. I want this dream to last forever." My body ached with sexual fatigue as I snuggled up under the lush quilt and drifted into a luxuriously drowsy state of bliss.
Eighteen
Quinn
Suzy and I sat on the deck, sipping margaritas and watching the sunset. We'd been dating only a month but I felt more at ease and happy with her than anyone else I'd ever met. We were instantly best friends and perfectly suited in bed, only confirming my initial feelings that we were made for each other. It was early and still tenuous, so early in the relationship that I hadn't dared mention it to my brother. He would be annoying me with fatherly lectures about not blowing it, and if it ended, then he'd never let me live it down. Our coworkers knew nothing either, even though we'd risked being caught more than once. That was mostly due to the fact that the Red Knight just couldn't seem to keep his hands off the pretty tavern maiden.
We'd both had the night off, a rarity. Normally, I would have been up for a night out at a club or dancing, but I'd discovered I didn't want to share Suzy with anyone. I wanted her all to myself, and since we both spent many hours in a crowded, noisy dinner theater, we were happy to stay home and order food in.
"My brother called earlier today. He's taking the Plaything I out for a day on the water next weekend. Do you think you're ready to meet him?" Trey would expect me to bring a date but what he didn't know was that this wasn't just a date. This was the woman I'd been admiring for months. I would definitely have to prep him ahead of time so he wouldn't embarrass the hell out of me, a skill he had honed in his lifelong role as my older brother.
Suzy twisted her pink lips in thought. "Not sure. That sounds kind of scary." She sat forward. "Wait, did you say Plaything I. Since it's on the water, I assume it's a boat. But does the one mean there are multiple Playthings?"
"Just two. What can I say, sex sells. A lot."
"Guess he certainly picked the right business. Seems kind of soon to meet the family but I'll give it some thought."
"It'll just be Trey and Georgie. I could make it really stressful and invite the whole darn gang," I suggested.
"Definitely not ready for the whole gang but I would like to me Trey and Georgie. If my work schedule permits, I think we can consider it a date." Suzy stretched her long legs out on the lounge and patted her stomach. "I hope the food arrives soon. I'm withering away with hunger."
I put my glass down next to the lounge and folded my arms behind my head. "I'm hungry too. Who knew a night in could burn so much energy?"
She turned her head to face me without lifting it from the lounge. "It might have been the three hour adventure session in the bedroom," she quipped. "I must admit, sex with you is like a few hours of exercise boot camp. It always leaves me exhausted, achy and extremely satisfied."
"As your personal trainer, I'm happy to help you meet those training goals." The doorbell echoed through the house. "Ah ha, nourishment has arrived. Which is good because we need calories for the next adventure." I lowered my feet to the ground.
Suzy sat up too and flashed her empty glass. "I'm going to head to the kitchen for a refill. Are you interested?"
"Nope, I'm good." I waved her past and into the house. We split off as she headed to the kitchen and I walked to the front door. I pulled it open, expecting a pimply faced kid holding two bags of food. Instead, Ginger and Ellie, two friends, strode right inside in tight mini skirts and high heels. Ginger was carrying a bottle of wine.
"We are tired of the new hermit style Quinn," she said as she waved around the bottle.
Ellie took my arm and started pulling me toward the kitchen. "We haven't seen you at the club for weeks so we decided to bring the party to you." Something behind me caught her attention. I didn't have to turn to know exactly who was standing behind me . . . with a look of pure hurt on her pretty face.
"Ginger, Ellie—" I pulled my arm free of Ellie's grasp. "This is Suzy."
"Fun, she can join the party," Ginger chirped. She cast a sly smile my way. "After all, what's that you always say? The more the merrier." She winked and poked my side. Ginger smiled at Ellie. "Though we've never gone past a threesome. Maybe tonight is the night."
"Actually, I was just leaving," Suzy said with a waver in her voice. "If you'll excuse me." She hurried past us. Once again I was freeing myself from Ellie's grasp.
I hurried after her.
"Quinn," Ginger called after me.
I glanced back. "It was nice seeing you both but if you could see yourselves out that would be great." I wasn't so much angry at their uninvited intrusion as I was at myself for living like a partying playboy for the last two years. It might have been fun at the time but now it was coming back to bite me in the ass big time.
I reached the bedroom and knocked lightly on my own door. I could hear Suzy sniffling as she rummaged through the drawers for her things. I opened the door.
"Suzy, they just showed up. I haven't seen them in months. I haven't seen any other woman since you came into my life. I swear. I haven't even so much as returned a text." Fuck, I sounded like a pathetic loser pleading for a lifeline. I sensed right away it wasn't working.
She swiped clumsily at her tears. "I don't blame your friends." She pushed her clothes into her duffle bag. "I blame myself. I don't know what I was thinking jumping into this. I'd just come out of bad relationship and then without thinking, I —"
"Jumped into another?" I asked, feeling about as hurt as she looked. "This isn't a bad relationship, Suzy Q. Far as I'm concerned, it's the start of something brilliant. I know I have a lot of baggage from my previous life but I swear I can change."
She struggled to close the zipper on her bag but got a shirt stuck in it. Then she struggled to open it. It wouldn't budge. She shoved the duffle away, sat on the bed and dropped her face into her hands.
I walked over and freed the fabric from the zipper, then
sat next to her. "Don't give up on this, Suzy. Please."
She lowered her hands and turned to me with a pink nose and glassy blue eyes. "I think I just need to step back for awhile, Quinn. I was reeling from my breakup, then you swept in with all your knightly gallantry and those pecs. Damn those pecs. I just need some space. I need to just be me, with no strings attached, for awhile. I need to get my head straight. I can't do that around you because you have the opposite effect. You make my head spin." She placed her hand on my arm. "In a good way, mind you, but I think I need to take some time to clear my head."
She stood up from the bed. It felt as if a tether she had attached to my heart snapped in two. She was leaving me. Those were the only coherent words in my head and they were brutal.
"Where will you go?" I asked.
Suzy took a deep breath. "My mom's. For as long as I can take it, anyhow."
I picked up the duffle and carried it out of the room. There was no sense in me trying to make myself a fine, upstanding, gentleman. That ship had sailed. Hell, it had sailed and sunk at sea. Now I was losing the one woman who I was certain could be my port, my person to come home to.
We headed to the door. Thankfully, Ginger and Ellie, who were not always the sharpest, took the hint and cleared out. I opened the door. The food delivery guy was standing on the porch with dinner, just about to ring the bell. Our quiet, romantic night in had been blasted to pieces. I pulled a twenty out of my pocket and tipped the guy and told him he could have the food too. I knew my only dinner tonight was going to be a few beers and a long night in bed staring at the ceiling counting how many ways I deserved this.
The kid looked stunned, then shrugged as he headed back to his car with the bags of food. I walked Suzy to her car. I briefly considered not handing over the duffle but desperation never looked good on me. Even though I was feeling a good dose of it as I watched her open the trunk of her car. She avoided looking at me, and I was somewhat relieved. It was hard to look into her pale blue eyes and think I wasn't going to see them peering over the pillow at me in the morning. I'd grown way too used to having her next to me. The big bed was going to feel pretty fucking lonely without her.