by Tara Sivec
Just like in my parents’ driveway, Quinn is on me in a heartbeat, his hands cupping my face and his mouth crashing to mine, before I can even finish my sentence.
CHAPTER 17
Emily
“You better hold on tight.”
My back slams into the wall behind me, right next to a flat-screen television, the bite of pain making desire burn hotter in my belly. One minute, I was standing alone, being my usual sarcastic self, and the next, Quinn was suddenly just on me, everywhere all at once. There’s so much to feel, so much happening all at the same time, that I don’t know what to focus on first.
Quinn’s hot, hard body pinning me to the wall with his powerful hips. His thick cock straining through his dress pants and pressing right up against my core with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His hands touching any part of bare skin he can reach. Warm, rough hands, gripping my thighs that cling to his hips, running up my sides, skimming over the tops of my breasts, over the side of my neck, before tightly cupping my face again. His urgent, hungry kisses attacking my mouth with a savageness that borders on crazy.
I feel crazy with every swipe of his tongue and with each rumbling groan he breathes into my mouth when I jerk my hips against him, needing more.
Reaching between us, I blindly grab onto Quinn’s tie and yank it loose from the knot, tug his shirt out of his pants, and make quick work of the tiny buttons, my hands shaking with each deep, swirling swipe of his tongue through my mouth. When I finally get the buttons undone and can push his shirt open, I slide my hands down the hard muscles of his chest and over his washboard abs, reveling in the feel of his hot, smooth skin under my palms. Quinn moans into my mouth again, his hips bucking against me, pinning me harder to the wall behind me as he deepens the kiss, when my hands move off his abs and quickly unbuckle his belt. My fingers move at the speed of light, wanting nothing more than to finally have this man fill the ache inside me he’s been building since the night I met him.
Right when I get the buckle undone and his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, reality slams into my brain, making my hands pause. With all the power I can muster, I wrench my mouth away from Quinn’s. One of his hands is still tightly gripping my cheek, while the other wandered down to my breast when I was working on his belt buckle. The heavy weight of it cupped in his palm over the satin strapless bra makes me forget for a few seconds why I stopped, as both of us remain perfectly still, breathing heavily against each other’s mouth.
“I feel like I need to be honest with you about something before we go any further,” I pant, my eyes rolling back into my head when Quinn starts rubbing his thumb back and forth over my satin-covered nipple.
“I like honesty,” Quinn huffs back.
His stomach muscles clench when I just can’t help myself, and my fingers skim across his skin right above the waistband of his boxer briefs peeking out of the V of his unzipped pants. He lets out a hissing breath when I dip the tips of my fingers inside the elastic and they brush against the wet tip of his cock.
Wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible, so we can either resume the previously scheduled activities, or my vagina can die a slow, painful death, I spit out what I need to say.
“Wren dared me to fuck you tonight, so technically this is all her idea, although a smashing idea indeed, but I just wanted to lay all the cards on the table before we do this, because my friends are loveable idiots, and I’m sure they’ll bring this dare up to humiliate me at some point in the near future.”
I finish with a sigh, and then another roll of my eyes into the back of my head when Quinn replies by easily slipping my hardened nipple out of the cup of my bra with his thumb, then swooping his head down to capture it between his lips.
The sucking pull of my nipple into his warm, wet mouth sends a straight shot of liquid heat between my legs, and I tighten my thighs around him. My hands fly out from between us to grab the back of Quinn’s head, holding him in place while he sucks and licks at the sensitive tip, and I rock my hips against him, trying to ease the burning ache. All of a sudden, he pulls his mouth away from my breast to bring his eyes up even with mine.
“Sorry, I got distracted when you used the words fuck and me in the same sentence.” Quinn smirks, driving me more insane than I already am when his thumb replaces his mouth, swiping and swirling around my nipple again while he speaks. “So you’re saying this is all happening right now because of a dare?”
All I can do is whimper, my head thunking back against the wall when he doesn’t stop his sweet torture, pinching and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, with my hands still gripping tightly to the back of his head.
“Please don’t be mad, and please don’t stop what you’re doing,” I beg, my words coming out choked and needy when Quinn dips his head again, peppering soft kisses along my cheek as he makes his way to my ear.
“I seem to recall you telling me that you only take dares you really want to complete,” he whispers, his warm breath skating over my ear, causing goose bumps to break out on my heated skin. Quinn moves his hand away from my breast, sliding his palm up my chest and across my collarbone until his big hand is gently gripping my throat, when he pulls his head back just enough to look at me. “Does that still hold true?”
I know he can feel the rapid beat of my pulse under his thumb, and something about the possessive hold he has on me and the heat in his eyes as he looks at me makes me want to agree to whatever he asks of me and give him everything I have. I just nod, afraid if I open my mouth I might say what’s on my mind. This is just sex. My heart is absolutely sitting this quarter out, dammit!
“Then, the only thing I’m mad about is that you didn’t bet on it too. Looks like you’re about to remain an undefeated dare champion.” Quinn smiles at me.
His mouth is immediately back on mine, giving me just a quick, hard press of his lips before pulling away again. A moment of confusion enters my lust-filled brain when he unwinds my legs from around his waist and sets my feet back on the ground.
Quinn gives me another smacking kiss before pulling back and winking at me.
“Be right back.”
I’m about ready to punch him in the throat with all this starting and stopping, until all the breath in my lungs leaves me on a whoosh when Quinn drops to his knees on the carpet in front of me. Gripping tightly to my hips, he buries his face right between my legs and just… inhales me, making my entire body quiver when he pulls back just enough to look up at me through hooded eyes.
“Panty sniffer was an amateur,” he muses. “It’s much better doing this when they’re on your body.”
I start to laugh, but it’s quickly cut off with a choked gasp. Quinn suddenly hooks his fingers into the flimsy strings of material on either side of my hips, roughly yanks my G-string down my legs, then buries his face back between them, this time without any barrier between me and his warm, wet mouth. A long, drawn-out moan comes out of me when Quinn flattens his tongue and licks his way up my center, sucks my clit into his mouth, and then quickly releases it.
“Christ… you even taste like a fucking tropical beach,” he breathes against my wet, pulsing core, his heavy hands sliding down from my hips to grip my thighs and spread me wider. “You better hold on tight. I’ve been dreaming about this for six goddamn months.”
He stops speaking after that, and I stop using any sort of brain cells after doing what Quinn orders, and clutch tightly to the short strands of hair on top of his head. With the heels of his palms digging into my inner thighs, holding me open for him, Quinn dives back in and feasts on me. There is no better word to describe what he does to me other than that. His lips and his tongue greedily devour me, sucking and licking until there really is nothing I can do but hold on tight.
Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder and opening myself wider to him, the vibration of Quinn’s moan against my core when I give him better access is like a jolt of electricity through my body, and I whimper his name while I unabas
hedly grind myself against his face. One of his hands roughly grips my leg thrown over his shoulder, and the other glides up the inside of my opposite thigh until his thumb is spreading me open to fully expose my swollen, throbbing clit. He backs away just enough to blow a breath of air over the sensitive bud. My hips churn erratically, trying to gain access to that heavenly mouth again, as I whimper in frustration.
“Do you want to come on my mouth, or my cock?” Quinn asks softly, his eyes never leaving the juncture of my thighs, completely mesmerized as he watches his thumb dip into my wetness, bringing it back up to brush back and forth over my clit, making me moan softly as my hips jerk.
“Yes,” I breathe, a chuckle coming out of him at my response.
Leaning his head forward, the barest whisper of the tip of his tongue floats over my clit, and I let out another sound of frustration when he pulls back without doing anything else.
“Please,” I beg, my chest heaving with every breath I take as I grip his hair tighter. “Eat me. Fuck me. I don’t care what happens, as long it ends with me screaming your name while I come.”
Quinn blinks up at me a few times, then lets out a slow breath.
“Jesus, Emily,” he mutters. “Do you have any idea what it does to me to hear those words come out of your pretty little mouth?”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, and thankfully, I think he’s had just about enough of this teasing nonsense as I have. Spreading me open again with his thumb, he dips his head and goes to town. Just like when he kisses my mouth, it’s like Quinn has been going down on me for years, knowing exactly what to do to drive me over the edge, how fast to lick, how hard to pull and suck…. Everything he does feels like he was given an instruction manual just for my body, pushing me faster and faster to the release that’s been pooling in my belly since he first pulled me against him to dance.
My hips rock against him, and the tip of Quinn’s tongue flicks rapidly back and forth over my clit, sending me higher and higher, making me hotter and hotter, until it feels like my skin is going to melt right off my body.
I should probably be embarrassed that after only a few minutes of his mouth on me, I can already feel the hot tingles of release starting to pulse against the tongue that is so expertly bringing me so much pleasure. I’ve never come this fast with any man, and if I’m being honest, not even this fast with myself.
I finally can’t take it anymore, my head falling back to the wall with my eyes squeezed closed, when one of Quinn’s long, thick fingers joins his mouth. His name is a loud moan on my lips when he clamps his mouth around my clit, sucking, and sucking, and sucking, while his finger drenched with my wetness shallowly pumps in and out of my body. As much as I want this moment to never end, I’m powerless to stop this orgasm from exploding out of me when his thrusting finger joins the mix.
“Oh God! Oh fuck… ooohhh…”
Shouts, and curses, and moans, and gibberish fly out of me when the most powerful release I’ve ever felt washes through me in wave after wave of pleasure against Quinn’s lips, as he licks, sucks, and greedily pulls every last pulsing drop out of me until I think I might pass out.
Before I can catch my breath, Quinn is quickly standing back up, his powerful body pressing into mine, pushing my back up the wall right along with him, as he grips my thighs and brings them back up to wrap around his hips. I’m floating on a cloud, in a haze of orgasmic bliss, with everything between my legs still pulsing and throbbing, but an amused smile takes over my face when I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Looking down between us as Quinn holds me pinned to the wall with his hips, I see his hands shaking as he struggles with the foil wrapper that he pulled out of somewhere when he got me against the wall. Want courses through me again just knowing what’s about to happen, and I shift my hips against him, needing him inside me as soon as possible, making Quinn groan softly and pause what he’s doing.
“Oh, so you planned this, did you?” I question with a panting grin, anticipation making it almost hard for me to speak when he finally gets the condom out and tosses the foil to the carpet.
With a grin of his own, he presses his lips to mine and gives me an achingly sweet, slow kiss, my body humming with desire when I can taste myself on him. He takes his time worshiping my mouth, while I feel his hands moving between us as he pushes his pants and boxers down far enough to sheathe himself with the condom, before pulling his mouth away from mine.
“Not really planned, per se. More like hoped,” Quinn repeats the words I said to him just a little bit ago, making my already pounding heart beat faster. “I’m always fucking hopeful where you’re concerned.”
He presses his forehead to mine, both our chests moving up and down quickly with eagerness now as he wedges his hands between my thighs wrapped around him and hooks his arms under my legs. A gasp flies out of me, and I cling tighter to his shoulders as he hefts me up higher and spreads me wider against the wall. He bends his knees and lines the head of his cock up against my soaking wet entrance, pausing to brush his lips back and forth against mine.
“This is real,” Quinn whispers against my mouth.
My breath hitches, and my throat gets tight, and then all thought escapes me. Quinn pulls his hips back, then roughly thrusts them forward, sinking into me in one hard drive of his body.
He quickly captures my mouth to quiet both our groans of pleasure, heating me up more than I thought possible with a quick, desperate kiss, until I’m tilting my hips, and clinging to him tighter, needing him closer, deeper… more.
“Jesus,” he breathes against my mouth, holding himself still deep inside me, giving me a second to adjust to him, on the verge of exploding again with how deliciously full and stretched I feel. “Your pussy feels like heaven wrapped around my cock.”
His dirty words make me clamp down around his hard length, forcing a guttural moan out of Quinn as he swirls his hips against me, rubbing my clit and making me pant against his lips.
“I’m really sorry, but this isn’t going to last long. I’ll make it up to you with unlimited orgasms.”
I’m pretty sure I have never in my life laughed when a man’s penis has been inside me, yet here we are. My laughter is immediately cut off with a sob of pleasure that Quinn quickly swallows with his mouth as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into me roughly again.
There’s nothing slow or gentle about what happens next, and Quinn was right. It really doesn’t last long, but there is absolutely nothing I would change about it. He hefts my legs up higher that are hooked over his arms, and this sweet, sarcastic man that has been the star of every fantasy I have ever had fucks me up against the wall in the locker room.
His mouth bruises my lips with the force of his kiss as his body does the same between my thighs, smacking me against the wall over and over with the force of his need for me. He’s like a wild animal, thrusting and bucking between my legs like he can’t get deep enough, can’t fuck me hard enough, and still, I want more.
I cling to him, and I dig my nails into his back, and I grip his hair in my fingers so tightly I probably pull some out, and I hear myself chanting for him to do it harder, faster, deeper. With each needy, rough, erratic drive of his body between my legs, knowing he can’t hold back, knowing he’s not afraid to use my body and take what he needs, it makes another orgasm quickly work its way up through me.
My arms are wrapped so tightly around Quinn’s shoulders to hold him as close to me as possible that I’m starting to lose circulation, and I don’t even care. My goddamn arms can just fall off at this point if they want. Nothing else matters but the pounding rhythm Quinn is delivering between my legs as he takes me against this wall, showing no mercy as I cling to him and meet him thrust for thrust with the jerky movements of my hips, the tingling burn of release growing stronger and stronger.
He suddenly wrenches his mouth away from mine, and we both take in gulping breaths of air as he buries his face in the side of my neck, cursing and muttering against my skin as he con
tinues his relentless and mind-blowing assault on my body.
“Feel how good your pussy takes my cock,” Quinn groans into my ear, punctuating his words by spreading me impossibly wider with his arms, his cock sliding in and out of me in fast, shallow thrusts. All I can do is whimper and moan, the sound of his tortured, raspy voice making everything dirtier… and hotter. “Jesus Christ, you feel so good. I can’t…. I’m gonna come. I need you with me, baby.”
The sound of his begging, and him calling me baby, with his face buried against the side of my neck and his cock pounding in and out of me is all it takes for another release to detonate inside me, and I come with a shout of his name.
As soon as my body tightens around his hard length and I’m milking his cock with another release, Quinn follows right behind me. Grabbing the back of his head, I crash his mouth against mine, swallowing his shouting roar of release as he comes, his hips never stopping their pounding rhythm as he empties himself inside me.
Our kiss is long, and deep, and it’s never ending as Quinn shudders and jerks between my thighs, still moaning into my mouth as he comes. With one last jerking thrust, he finally yanks his mouth away from mine, burying his face into my shoulder as he collapses against me, plastering me against the wall as we both try to catch our breaths.
Reality smacks me in the face as soon as I slowly peel my eyes open a few minutes later, looking around the Sharks locker room and remembering we’re in a very public place, with a lot of very important people in Quinn’s life just down the hall, probably wondering where the hell he’s been.
“Quinn! Are you in here?”
Okay, so, not down the hall. How about right around the corner in the locker room kitchen, folks?
There’s nothing like the sound of Jeanie Bidwell’s voice to pour a bucket of ice water on your post-coital bliss. The fact that we’re both athletes is quite possibly the only reason we’re able to recover as quickly as we do and move as fast as we can. Quinn is pulling out of me and I’m pushing away from him so fast we’re nothing but a blur of tangled limbs and whispered arguing as we race around in circles, bumping into each other while we try to find my damn underwear. I wonder when my shoes fell off and tumbled so far apart on the carpet, and I curse myself for wearing such a tight dress, because there’s no way I’ll be able to get it untangled from the ball it’s in and shimmy it back on my body in time.