by Mercy Walker
He shook his head. “But after that she was very polite and professional, all business.”
“So why do you need me?” I was going to go back…sooner or later. I already saw the writing on the wall. But I wanted to know why he wanted me back so badly.
He ran a hand over his face and let out a deep breath. God he looked good when he was uncomfortable.
“This Concetta Rivera”—Rivera, that was her name!—“Said it was going to be extremely busy while she was performing at the club, and since the place was a mess—”
“She saw the fight?” I interrupted.
He shook his head. “But she heard it from outside. Said she would come back tonight to get a better first impression.”
“So you need me to reign in the staff, and get things under control by tonight.” I sounded kind of matter of fact about it, my voice low and flat.
“Teddy needs you, the whole place needs you.” He got up and moved over behind me, and his hands gently touched my bare shoulders.
I closed my eyes. Was this all just a ploy to get me back at the club? If it was, that was okay. I’d take what attention I could get from the handsome bastard, and then just go back to my old, lonely life after he left. I could do that.
But if it wasn’t…
He pulled me physically around on the stool and stared down into my eyes. My body burst into flames at his touch, and tingles glittered through me, up and down my spine, over every square inch of flesh, and settled in my stomach, making my sex heat up and squirm.
He leaned in and took in my scent, like I was something delicious. Then he leaned further in and kissed my neck, right under my ear.
Oh god, just that smooth touch of his lips on my flesh made my mind go blank with lust and need.
“I need you,” he rasped as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, his mouth still on my neck, tongue licking lightly at my skin, tasting. “I need you desperately.”
I’d wanted to hear that from a man for so long that I felt a physical shock go through me at finally hearing it. And from the man I wanted to hear it from the most.
I felt something inside me open. It wasn’t a sex thing. It was an emotional thing. I felt tears well up in my eyes, and my breathing started to come in little ragged hiccups…but there it was. Just that fast it happened, solidified around me, in me, and now I was changed inside and out.
I was in love with Quinn.
My heart swelled and pounded in happiness, and then broke on its next beat. It knew where this was heading, didn’t want to go there ever again…but it had no choice.
What pathetic, stupid creatures we are.
I drew his mouth to mine and wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss was deep and heated, and he tasted so very good. Even over the residual taste left by the burger, Quinn had a taste all his own. I licked up into his mouth and he pulled me closer, so very close.
He was hard and ready, and I could already feel I was more than ready. My panties were already soaked. My body was screaming out its need for him.
I reached down and started to unfasten his belt buckle, wanting nothing more than to have him inside me. But his hands found mine and stopped them. I looked up at him, confused.
“I haven’t had my desert yet,” he said, his drowning deep brown eyes burning with a naughty light.
He picked me off my stool—lord he was strong—and sat me on the cool counter of the center island. His hands pulled my wet panties off me and over my heels before I could protest. And in a flash his strong, rough hands pulled up the front of my tight skirt, baring my sex to him.
I knew what was coming next. His tongue was amazing…I’d never had such amazing oral sex as when he’d gone down on me on Teddy’s desk…I wondered if Quinn had told Teddy that part?
But instead of hitting his knees and burying his face in my lap like last time, he just stood there, gazing down on my naked sex.
I fucking blushed. I felt the blood flood my face and burn. It was so embarrassing to have him staring at such an intimate part of my body. And not be touching it.
WTF?
He placed a hand on my belly, and slowly slid it down from the lace of my top until his fingers caressed my nude flesh.
I shivered. Just that small, slight tough made my hips undulate, and my breath catch in my throat.
He smiled and slid his hand further down, until his fingers slid over and through my feminine lips, until they passed them by and all there was left was the weight and heat of his palm cupped over my dripping wet mound.
Please, please…don’t make me beg…
His free hand roved over my generous bottom, caressing, squeezing…and then his palm moved away from my sex and the roving hand slid up to my quivering pussy and he pushed two fingers into me, making me jerk and gasp.
His fingers were so thick and rough; my body squirmed and clutched at them. They moved further up into me, and probed until they found my spot. And just like before, I came the instant his fingers touched that spot.
I rose up and gasped, hyperventilating at the pleasure he was giving me with only his fingers.
He smiled with satisfaction and a look of ownership.
I didn’t want to like that look on his face, but I couldn’t help it. I fucking loved the way he was looking at me.
He pulled his fingers from me and I yelped at their absence. He brought a finger to his lips and took it into his mouth, sucking my fluids from his digits, one at a time.
I needed his cock inside me, and now.
But he darted down to his knees and so very gently blew across my sex. I squirmed and writhed, until finally he leaned and licked slowly up my pussy.
My head fell back and I howled with delight.
His hands took hold of my ample ass and pulled my lower body apart, to get better access. I groaned and tried not to whimper as his tongue slid into me, tasting, teasing, and then feasting on my pulsing sex.
I ran my hands through his hair, messing it up, and pulling his face into me all the more.
My climax came without preamble, and I writhed in its powerful wake, barely able to hold onto reality as pleasure rode me like the most powerful of drugs.
“Fuck me, Quinn…” I choked out, my throat dry and hot, my voice no more than a breathy rasp. “Fuck me now!”
What he did next kind of surprised me. I’d thought he’d pull open his jeans, slap on a condom, and voila, just take me there and then on the kitchen island. But what he did do was stand up, wrap my shaking legs around his hips, and then pick me up, using my ass as leverage, his hands almost painful on my bare flesh.
I barely had time to grab hold of his neck with my arms before he started carrying me out of the kitchen, down a hallway that lead to the side of the house. Everything in his apartment was on one floor, so the bedroom had probably been the dining room back when a family lived in both the upstairs and downstairs.
He strode into a darkened room, where the curtains were drawn, but the afternoon light still snuck in. The room seemed soft and warm, and I only got a cursory glance at the bed before he laid me gently on it.
Immediately we started pulling at each other’s clothes, between kisses. And we both got so frustrated at the slow progress we were making we snarled at the same time.
I smiled and made a time-out signal with my hands. “Play postponed until we’re properly undressed?”
He smiled wolfishly. “Race you?”
We started pulling off clothes in a flurry. “What’s the winner get?” I asked.
“Choice of starting position.”
I licked my lips, liking that prize.
I dropped my bra in triumph, sitting perfectly naked on the bed. Quinn still had a foot in his jeans, his boxer briefs still on.
“Damn…” he grumped.
“Winner’s choice,” I breathed, and leaned back on the bed, spreading my legs and kinking my finger at him to come hither.
I was lying on Quinn’s bed…
“Whatever th
e woman wants,” he said, pushing down his underwear, his hard manhood springing huge and hungry from his short nest of black pubes.
Oh…my…
Magically he had a foil wrapped condom in his fingers; but so did I.
He looked at me and then the packet. “That’s too big,” he said. “It’ll fall off.”
I peered down at his enormous manhood, and it twitched as if I’d tickled its head.
“Believe me; you need the extra large ones.”
He shook his head.
I leaned forward and tore open the wrapper with my teeth, just like he had the other day at my place. He smiled. And then his head snapped back as I rolled the latex sheath over him. It fit perfectly. Not so tight that the surface was glassy smooth. No, this fit would allow some of his cock’s own delightful texture to rub against my insides. It would feel better for him too.
Or so Sue Johansson, that Talk Sex woman had said on a long ago episode.
I lay back on the bed and beckoned him once more. I needed the man inside me, and now. He obliged by stroking his cock, testing out the fit and feel of the larger condom—he smiled wickedly—and then crawled like a freaking panther onto the bed and atop me. His fists held him above me as he kissed and licked his way up my body. My legs opened wide, and I could feel how wet I was. If I didn’t get him inside me soon, I burst into flames.
And just like that, the instant his lips met mine, his hard, condom clad cock pushed into me, and my body short circuited. It was as if he’d plugged his cock into a wall socket. My body tightened, as did my vagina. It was still amazing how his heft and circumference could push and stretch me to accommodate him.
I wrapped my legs around his hips as they began to piston in and out of me. And I was right: the new larger condom was amazing feeling; so much more texture and friction. It was almost too much, until my feminine juices eased it somewhat.
Quinn’s eyes were closed as he pushed in and out of me, a look of being lost in bliss covering his face. He looked like a man who’d just seen heaven—or at least had himself dick deep in it.
I felt myself warm all over. Not just from the sex, but from the utter joy of bringing him so much pleasure. That’s all I wanted now, was to give Quinn as much pleasure as I could.
Before he…
His eyes shot open, and he stared into my eyes as his body went totally still. A wicked grin curled his thick, delicious looking lips.
“I almost forgot!” and he pulled my legs from around his hips and started to pull out of me. I gasped, as if in pain—my body didn’t want to give him up. And from the look of anguish in his expression, he felt the same way.
But he pulled out, his cock shiny from the condom and my juices. I watched, bewildered, as he jogged out of the bedroom. At least I got to see his magnificent derrière jiggle as he left. Man…he had a fabulous bottom.
A few beats later he was back, a mega-watt smile on his face, a can of Reddi Wip in his hands.
I leaned up, bristling at the idea of something cold coming in contact with me at this point. “What’s that for?”
He stalked onto the mattress with me again, and I felt his weight effortlessly push my legs open beneath him, and his prick started to push into me…but not quite enough—a tease. I put my hands against his chest, and could only see the slightest pink mark, like the light of a star, where I’d stun gunned him.
He looked down on me and winked, and then popped the lid with his teeth—lord have mercy the man’s mouth had a lot of tricks and talents—and then leaned in and sprayed some of the fluffy, cold stuff on my right nipple. I shuddered, not liking the cold feel at all. And then he did the same to the left one.
He licked his lips as he surveyed his work. “Desert,” he growled as his head dropped to my right breast and started to lick and suck the white cream off. I moaned at the feel of him eating the Reddi Wip from me, and my legs just opened as my back arched. That let him fall into me until his cock was as far inside me as was physically possible.
Like a bolt in a lock, so intense and satisfying…but it made me want more…oh, so much more.
As he feasted on my breasts, he slowly increased the speed of his deep thrusts inside me. I licked his earlobe and then bit it playfully. His hips pounded into me, and from there on you could hear nothing but our ragged breathing and groans, the muffled squeak of the springs under his mattress, and the friction caused sound of his cock forcing its way back into me after nearly pulling all the way out.
I was wrapped around him: arms, legs, vagina. And I felt something else, something so strange and intangible—but there—holding us together.
He gasped against my neck, and his hips started humping wildly into me. He was close.
I already knew I was close. I’d been desperately holding off my own climax with gritted teeth for the last ten minutes.
I full his lips to mine and feasted on his sweet, full mouth while his body tightened, every lovely muscle in him contracting, and finally he poured himself into me with jagged thrusts.
My big O slid over me this time, as if the ocean of my orgasm had been under me, holding me floating on its surface, and only now it pulled me gently under, to fill me with the fire that churned inside me, and then to quench it thoroughly at the same time.
Oh…dear…god…
My head lulled back on the mattress, every muscle in me going flaccid and loose from the wave of pleasure rolling over me. I swallowed and opened my heavy eye lids. Quinn’s eyes were shut too, and he had that dreamy expression on his face again. A woman could become used to seeing that look on her man’s face—
I coiled at what I’d just thought. That he was my man. Mine…
He opened his eyes and stared adoringly down on me.
Mine…something deep inside me, something that didn’t have a lick of sense in her head, growled.
He let his weight push down on me, and he stared long and hard into my eyes, his fingers playing with my red curls, his cock still hard inside me.
Then his gaze changed and he looked pointedly at me. “You’re coming back to the club, right?”
I shot him with a wary look.
He shifted his weight and pulled out just an inch, and then pushed slowly back into me. “Do I have to fuck you until you submit?”
My well worn pussy convulsed at the thought.
It was an interesting idea…
But it was getting late. The sun was waxing, the light of the city turning yellow and golden. Soon the club would be opening, and if he was right—and I’d heard through the grape vine about the attendance of one of the Obsidian Butterfly’s shows—the place would be packed and busy as hell.
They needed me. I knew it. And it should have made everything better. The best sex—yet again—of my life should have made everything better. But it didn’t.
I still knew where this was all heading.
“Fine,” I said haughtily. “Let me go home and shower, and I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
He smiled wide, and he lowered himself to kiss me deeply, taking my will and my breath away. And then he pulled his cock from inside me and lifted me up in his arms, carrying me to a closed door that had to be his bathroom.
“We can shower together…to conserve on water.”
I laughed. I didn’t think we’d conserve water if we took an hour long, sure to be erotic shower together. But it was his house…
I let my head rest on his shoulder as he pushed through the door with me in his arms.
I knew better. I really did. I’d regret this. But just for now, I didn’t care. I was with him, and that was all that mattered.
*****
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