by Claire Adams
I lifted my head and slid my fingers up through her folds, pulling them out and reaching up, pushed my hard cock into the bed beneath me as I ran her juices over her cherry-red lips. She moaned loudly and closed her eyes, parting her lips and sucking hard on my fingers. I smiled and ran them back down her stomach and twirling them gently over her pulsing nub. She lifted her hips upward and begged for more, so I turned my hand and cupped her pussy, rubbing hard across her clit with my thumb. I lowered my face and flicked my tongue through her flowing juices, tasting her and groaning loudly. She tasted just as amazing as she did when I kissed her, and immediately I found myself rubbing my lips through her folds and sucking hard at her skin.
I looked up at her and moaned as her body arched into the air, pushing her pussy further against my mouth. She moved her hips like waves, reaching and pushing as hard as she could. Before I could get any further, wanting this to last, I gently pulled my lips away from her juices and rubbed vigorously through her folds, biting my lip and listening to her screaming in ecstasy. It was erotic and needy, and I could feel her lust pulsing through the air.
She moaned loudly, letting me know she was ready for more, and there was nothing more I wanted at that moment then to taste her juices and feel her exploding in my hands. I pulled my hand up and rubbed her clit with two of my fingers before dragging them through her wetness and pushing them slowly inside of her. Her body twisted and moved beneath me, and I smiled as I dipped down and massaged her clit with my tongue. I could see her arms move up and grab onto her tits, squeezing hard as I drove her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Yes,” she moaned loudly. “Don’t stop.”
I had no plans on stopping until she was shaking around me. I moved my fingers faster and faster inside of her, feeling her body shaking with delight. She reached her hand down and grabbed onto my hair, pulling her hips upward and grinding against my mouth. Her hips moved harder against me, and I could tell she was at the edge of her orgasm. Immediately, I began to flick my tongue faster against her clit, feeling her body begin to stiffen. She arched her back and grabbed onto the sheets next to her, her breath catching in her throat. I could feel the explosion of juices inside of her, and I pushed deeper, allowing her to feel every wave of pleasure that washed over her body.
She sat there in my hands for several moments, her body slowly beginning to unwind. She let out the deep breath of air in her lungs with a loud moan before collapsing onto the bed. I smiled at my triumph and could feel my cock hard as a rock underneath of me. She reached up and grabbed my face, pulling me up her body. I wiped my chin and leaned down, kissing her lips gently before lifting my head.
“Now,” she whispered into my ear. “My turn.”
Chapter Thirty
Quinn
His eyes widened at the sound of my voice echoing through the room. He sat up in the bed and leaned back on his heels, his hand rubbing up and down his cock. I sat up and got to my knees, leaning forward and crawling seductively toward him. I moved in close, rubbing my red-stained lips across his, feeling his body shudder as my stomach moved against the tip of his cock. I smiled seductively, feeling any instance of shyness completely dissolve, replaced with nothing but lust and want. I moved down his body, pressing my lips against his skin, leaving remnants of my lipstick down his hard, toned muscles. His hand still moved up and down his shaft, and watching him gave me a thrill I hadn’t expected. Before I reached his cock with my lips, I sat back up, looking him in the face and biting my bottom lip.
“Stand up at the end of the bed,” I whispered.
Quickly he scooted backward and stumbled to his feet, his eyes lively with excitement. I scooted to the edge of the bed and hung my legs over the side, grasping his cock with one hand and bracing his hips with the other. I rubbed my lips over his mushroom tip, barely skimming his skin with my tongue. He breathed heavily, his eyes glued to my mouth as I opened my lips and slid them down his shaft, going halfway before retracting, sucking hard until the tip slipped back out of my lips. He groaned loudly, pulling his hand down on the top of my head and caressing my wild hair. I smiled slightly before going back down, this time taking his entire cock deep into my throat.
As his breath escaped his lips, I knew I was tired of playing games, and I wanted to bring him to the point where he couldn’t take it any longer. I reached up and threw his hand off the top of my head and straightened my shoulders. I cleared my throat and took in a deep breath before plunging down on his erection. He groaned loudly as my head moved down to the base and then back up again, the sucking in the back of my throat, non-stop. Forward and back I pushed and pulled my head, wildly sucking his cock as hard and fast as I could. His hips began to move forward slightly, and I allowed his hand back on my head, feeling the rush of his control. I opened my throat and sheathed my lips, preparing for his takeover.
Luke spread his legs apart further and began to thrust harder, holding the back of my head still, and fucking my mouth with force. I could feel his cock in my throat, and I reached down between my legs and started to rub my clit, the ecstasy of all of it too much. He looked down at my hand and moved faster with his hips, moaning loudly as he drew himself closer and closer to orgasm. I moaned every time he pulled back, sending the vibrations of my voice echoing down his shaft. After several minutes of constant erotic pounding, I put my hands up and stopped the movement of his hips. I slowly withdrew my head, watching as he let out a deep breath of air and looked down at me.
“Fuck me,” I said pointedly.
“God, yes,” he said, smiling and reaching down, grabbing me under the arms and tossing me back on the bed.
A thrill ran through my stomach, and I could already feel my heat rising. I moaned at him as he reached over and quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand and pulled it over his cock. I spread my legs wide and pushed my hips forward, begging for his throbbing shaft to enter me. At that point, he lost all self-control and immediately gave me what my body wanted. He thrust hard and deep, pushing against me and holding it there for several moments before releasing. He began to pump his hips in and out, pulling my arms over my head and holding them with one hand. I leaned my head back and rolled my eyes, my moaning voice in key with the rhythm of his hips.
I wanted him to make it last, I wanted him to fuck me all night long, but the passion was so deep between us that I knew he didn’t have long. The way his body pushed into me with every thrust drove me absolutely wild. I could feel his balls slapping hard against my ass as he moved faster and faster inside of me. As I could feel the bulge of his cock, and the warm sensation escaping my stomach, I screamed out, my body convulsing beneath him, the walls of my pussy pulsating around his cock. It was unexpected but welcomed, and before I could even begin to feel the magnitude of my orgasm, he exploded, our bodies shaking and writhing into one another.
The sound of our short moans and heavy breathing echoed through my mind as the feeling of ecstasy shot through my veins. He put his hands down on each side of my head and closed his eyes, thrusting short and gentle until the last of his orgasm had run its course. He sat there with his head hanging down for several moments before collapsing to the side of me, my arm trapped beneath him. He breathed heavily, and so did I, my heart pumping fast in my chest. I had never had two orgasms before, and my body felt like Jell-O in the bed. I rolled my head to the side and looked at him, his eyes still closed as he attempted to get control of his body. Slowly my lips curled up into a smile, knowing that he was completely, one-hundred-percent satisfied.
When he had finally controlled his heart and his lungs, he pulled himself from the bed with a groan and walked to the bathroom to clean up. I laid there in the bed, pulling the covers up over my breasts, and stared at the recessed ceilings. That had to have been the best sex I had ever had, and the most open I had ever been with a man before. I had experienced every possible emotion—lust, passion, erotica, and gentleness—and all in one session in his bed. This man was going to break me before I even ha
d a chance to get to him.
When he came back out of the bathroom, he hung his shoulders low and let out a deep breath, laughing at how exhausted he was. He walked around the bed and crawled in, scooting up behind me and pulling me close to him. I could feel his big strong arms wrapping around my body, and I felt completely content. We laid there in blissful silence for several minutes, just enjoying the aftermath of something so passionate that it left us both speechless. He cleared his throat and scooted closer to me, lifting his chin onto my shoulder.
“You know I’m a kicker, right?”
“A kicker? Like in football?”
“No,” he chuckled. “I am a kicker in my sleep. I am actually a lot better than I used to be. I used to toss and turn so bad I would wake up upside down in the bed.”
“That must be where Jake gets it,” I laughed. “There have been numerous occasions where I went to wake him up for school, and he was in his bed, completely uncovered, and upside down.”
“Yep, that sounds like my genes,” he chuckled. “It actually took me several years to stop kicking Sarah at night,” he admitted. “It got so bad she thought about buying shin guards to protect herself. She had like little bruises all over her legs. I tell you this as a warning; you might want to watch out.”
“Well, thank you for the warning,” I said.
“Well, it’s apparently a law that if I know I have deadly skills, I have to tell you beforehand. Otherwise I could be charged with a serious crime,” he joked. “It’s like I am a ninja, but only once I am dead asleep. I’m pretty sure that over the years, I have saved many babies, women, and small animals with my ninja skills, I just don’t remember any of it.”
“Is that so? So, what your saying is I am sleeping beside a Ninja Warrior hero, then,” I said, trying to control my giggles.
“That is precisely what I am saying,” he said sternly. “Just be careful; I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I don’t know about this,” I joked. “I might just have to kick you back out to the pull-out in the den.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” he said grabbing me and starting to tickle me.
“Okay, okay,” I said, laughing and balling up. “No pull-out. I take it back. I mean I could go round up all the pillows in the house and build a giant wall between us, so you kick the pillows instead of me.”
He reached across and pulled me in close, wrapping his body around me and nuzzling his face into my neck. I relaxed and leaned into him, loving the way it felt to have him completely wrapped around me. The warmth of his skin was intoxicating, and I thought to myself that if I never had to move from that position, I would spend the rest of my life a happy woman. He tilted his head toward my ear, and I could feel his lips curve into a smile.
“I prefer your skin against mine,” he whispered. “In fact, I don’t think I want to sleep any other way for the foreseeable future. Screw your pillow wall; I promise to keep my legs to myself.”
“I’ll hold you to that promise,” I said, breathlessly.
With the sound of his words, a thrill shot through my body. My temperature immediately started to rise, and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster in my chest. Butterflies fluttered around through me, and I couldn’t think of anything better than that. I was completely enamored by those words, and I wanted nothing more than to feel his skin against mine every single night. I had never had a man tell me something like that before, and it made me feel wanted, lusted for, and cherished. It had been a really long time since I felt cherished, and my emotions started to rage all over the place. I was terrified, happy, aroused, and content all at the same time, a mixture of feelings I didn’t even think were possible before that moment. I laid my head against his arm and could feel his pulse in his biceps.
It was at that moment that everything came rushing down on me. Every emotion, every want, every wish, and every fear blew through me all at the same time. I felt completely overcome by the feeling in my chest, and I opened my eyes, staring off into nothing as his body warmed mine in a cocoon of skin and limbs. I knew exactly what I was feeling. At that moment, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was no longer an infatuation or a hope that he would find that he needed me in his life. This was now way bigger than that in every way possible. I had let myself get swept up, and now it was too late to turn back.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to stop my heart from racing in my chest, not wanting him to know what I was feeling. As my eyes clenched shut, I could feel a single tear escape, cascading down my cheek and curving into the edge of my lip. The truth of it was, I was madly, completely, and totally in love with Luke, and that was a pretty big deal.
Chapter Thirty-One
Luke
The sound of very early birds jolted me awake in the bed. My eyes blinked, trying to focus on the room around me. I had slept so soundly that I hadn’t moved an inch. I turned my head and looked at Quinn, realizing that I was still holding her tightly in my arms. She looked so peaceful in her slumber, and for a moment I felt more content than I ever had in my life. It felt so good to have her there in my arms, to feel her skin pressed against mine. It felt amazing to open my eyes to someone so absolutely stunning, sleeping soundly next to me, enjoying the feeling of my body wrapped around her. Electricity fluttered in my chest as she moved slightly, running her hand over my chest and then settling back into the covers.
I took a deep breath in and smiled, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. However, as my lips pressed against her skin, I froze, fear bearing down on my chest unlike anything I had ever felt before. Yes, it felt good to have Quinn in my arms and to wake up next to her, but I quickly realized that good didn’t even describe it. In fact, the fear weighing down on me made me realize that it felt almost too good, and I began to panic slightly. Shit, what had I done? What had I allowed myself to do? I had fallen for this woman even though I repeatedly told myself over and over again to keep my distance in order to focus on the object at hand. This was bad, really bad, and I instantly started to think about the fact that there was a really good chance I was going to break this beautiful woman’s heart, and possibly mine in the process. I didn’t know what to do.
I looked over at the clock on the nightstand and realized it was much earlier than I had originally thought when I opened my eyes. Slowly, I moved Quinn’s arms from my waist until she moaned softly and turned over in the bed, releasing me from our entanglement. She pulled the covers close to her and immediately fell back into a blissful sleep, not noticing my pending departure. I needed to get out, to clear my head, and a run would accomplish just that. I carefully stood up out of the bed and grabbed some clothes, going to the bathroom to throw them on. I quietly shut the door behind me, and when dressed, slipped out through the hallway door.
As soon as my feet hit the pavement and moved me forward, my thoughts were racing through my brain. After only a few days of having a fake fiancée, I had already moved into the same space with her, and we were sleeping in the same bed: something I did not see coming at all. I had a plan from the beginning, to have Quinn help me get my son back, have her help me settle him in, get through the court bullshit, and when everything was finalized, go back to my former ways, dating whoever I wanted, with nothing serious in mind. This situation, however, was not on my radar, and not even close to being in my plans. I wasn’t sure how I had even gotten to this point. I started to run faster, hoping it would help me work through this issue.
To be honest, she was the replacement wife of any man’s dreams. She was kind, sweet, generous, caring, and started taking care of everything as soon as she walked in the door. She couldn’t be more perfect if I had sculpted her myself. She had sucked me in from the first day with her, her, well, her everything. Her smile, her demeanor, her willingness to go above and beyond for both Jake and me, and especially her sexy as hell body and surprising openness in the bedroom.
I shook my head as I ran, bringing my hands up to my face and rubbing them through my hair. W
hat had I gone and done? I hadn’t agreed to any of this, not one bit of it, but my brain and my body were fighting against me. I didn’t want to tie myself down again, especially not after all the drama with Sarah. The thought itself was absolutely terrifying, even though I knew that Quinn was nothing like Sarah, not even a little bit. Sarah had made herself known from the beginning; I was just too blind to see it. I saw Quinn, even when she didn’t think I did. She was guarded, but I was beginning to peer through those walls.
The point of all of it, though, was the fact that I wasn’t ready to chain myself to another woman. No matter how fantastic Quinn was—and when I say fantastic, I truly thought she was one of the most amazing women I had ever met—I knew that I wasn’t ready to be someone’s husband again. It felt amazing to have a woman think that highly of me, that strongly about me, but it was also terrifying at the same time. She deserved the absolute best: a man who could be strong in his intentions, love her all the time—not just when he wasn’t freaking out—and be grounded for her. I was none of those things, and all I had to offer was the fact that I thought she was amazing and I had a really hard time being away from her.
It had been years since I was with Sarah, but I took note of everything I had gone through, and was still going through with her. She had been herself when I met her, but she was tricky, focusing in on things that I didn’t realize she even noticed, much less focused on, forcing my hand on so many things. . She was a manipulative, cold-hearted bitch that couldn’t even treat her son the way he deserved to be treated. After all that, I had learned my lesson, and had a very limited ability to trust a woman again.
I needed to be the one to pull back, to put a stop to whatever this was that was going on. I knew that no matter when I did it, Quinn was going to have her feelings hurt, especially after last night when we gave ourselves to each other completely. But the sooner I did it, the more I would lessen the blow. Damn. I’d known that getting too involved was a bad idea from the start, and I was terrified that when I stopped this, she was going to bolt, but I had to do it anyway. I couldn’t spend the next several months falling for a girl I knew I wasn’t ready to be attached to. In the end, it would make everything more terrible for everyone involved, and the last thing I wanted was for this to end with a broken heart.