Swallowing past the lump in my throat I lick my lips and do just that. I place my hands on his shoulder then bring them down over his chest and down along the hard ridge of his six-pack abs. By Quinn's labored breathing I can tell he too is as affected by this moment. "Ask me, Emerson," he demands. "Tell me what you want."
Without a second thought, I answer him, "I want you to take me."
"With fuckin' pleasure, Sunshine." Scooping me up in his arms, Quinn strides to the bed, then lays me down. I watch as he strips off his jeans and I gasp at the sight in front of me. Quinn has a frenum piercing—a barbell just above the head of his cock. I begin to rub my legs together imagining how it's going to feel inside me. "You like that don't you, Sunshine?" Quinn asks while stroking his dick. "You can't wait to see how it feels when I fill your tight pussy?" At the sight of him stroking his cock, I slide my hand into the front of my panties wanting to ease the ache I have between my legs. When my finger comes in contact with my swollen clit, I close my eyes and let out a groan. "Eyes on me," Quinn barks. "You keep those beautiful eyes on me while you play with your pussy." Our actions come together in perfect synchronized motion. Just as I feel myself about to fall over the edge, Quinn is on me tearing my hand away from my body.
"Your orgasm is mine."
As soon as those words leave his mouth, he rips my panties from me and latches his mouth onto my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth giving me no choice but to scream out his name as my orgasm consumes my entire body. Quinn continues to lap up my essence until the last tremor has left my body leaving me completely sated.
Bringing his body flush against mine, I wrap my arms around his neck as he claims my mouth. His tongue coaxes mine to open, and when I do, I can taste myself on him. Breaking our kiss, he rests his forehead on mine, "tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours." As soon as the words leave my lips he fills me with one slow thrust. My nails dig into his back at the burning but exquisite sensation of being so full. I lift my hips seeking more of him. There is a hunger in me fueled only by Quinn. "More," I cry out.
"No," he says denying me what I ask for. "I'm going to take my time with you. I've waited too long for this to be over so fast. I'm going to fill this hungry pussy and I'm going to take all night doing it."
I have no doubt Quinn will make good on his promise. So, I decide not to fight it. I let him set the pace while I revel in the way he makes me feel. "I knew it would feel like this," he tells me angling his hips in a way that takes him deeper than he was before.
"Like what?"
"Like coming home," Quinn admits looking at me like I mean something to him—like I'm everything. His gaze is so intense I can't help but look away.
"Eyes," he demands again with sheer dominance. This time when I comply no more words are spoken. Quinn lets his body; his actions do the talking. Moments later, I feel another orgasm building and Quinn must feel it too because he bends his head down and takes my nipple in his mouth. I don't even remember the moment he rid me of my bra. As soon as he bites down on my piercing it sends a jolt of electricity straight to my clit and bright flashes of light fill my vision. "That's it, Sunshine. Come—come all over my cock and take me with you."
I do just that. On his command I come. I come harder than I ever have before. As I'm coming, Quinn scoops me up into his arms so that we are now chest to chest with my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock buried deep inside of me. We come together with his name on my lips and the words mine roar out of his.
Minutes pass, and neither of us makes a move. We stay in the position of Quinn holding me as my breathing settles and my body goes lax. There is a moment right before I fall asleep while we lie facing each other chest to chest that I feel our hearts beating together as one and I wonder can he feel it.
"I feel it, Sunshine," I hear Quinn say just before drifting off to sleep.
* * *
Blinking my eyes open it takes me a moment to remember last night's events.
Although the soreness between my legs is all the reminder I need. Stretching out my limbs I realize an arm is halting my movements. Looking over my shoulder, I see Quinn fast asleep with his arm draped across my stomach. I didn't expect him to still be here. I figured he would have left last night after I fell asleep. Glancing at the clock on the table beside my bed I see it's only four o'clock in the morning. My shift doesn't start until six o'clock but I decide I'd rather not deal with the morning after awkwardness so, I'm going to head to work early. I'm sure Quinn can show himself out. Carefully slipping his arm off me, I slide out of bed hoping I don't wake him. Once I see he's dead to the world, I quickly throw on a pair of scrubs then grab an extra pair throwing them in a bag along with a few things from my bathroom. I can take a shower at the gym before my shift. I might as well get a workout in since I have some time to kill. After I've gathered all my things, I slip out of my apartment. Thankfully the Uber I called is already waiting on me to take me to get my Jeep. For a brief moment I worry Quinn will be pissed I left without telling him but then brush it off. He'll probably be relieved. I'm sure now that he's gotten what he's been after for so long he's done. Quinn got one night, and now I'm out of his system. A knot forms in the pit of my stomach at the thought. "You sure this is the place ma'am?" The driver asks me stopping in front of the clubhouse. "Yeah, this is it," I say as I step out of the car and walk up to the gate.
"What ya doing here so early, doc?" Sean asks me.
"Just come to pick up my car."
"Why didn't ya have Quinn bring you, sweetheart?" He asks pointing at the Uber that just left. Of course, he noticed I left with Quinn. I'm sure he's not the only one either, but I am not ready to answer anyone's questions. Seeing the look on my face, Sean shuts his mouth and lets me in the gate to get my Jeep.
Later that day, I'm sitting in the doctor's lounge finishing the last of my paperwork for the day when Dr. Givens walks in. "How's it going Emerson?" she asks making her way to her locker.
"It's been a busy day. I didn't even get a break for lunch, but luckily all is quiet now," I smile.
Looking at her watch, she replies, "you only have thirty minutes left of your shift. Why don't you knock off early? I'll cover for you."
"Really? Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Not at all. Go on down to the cafeteria and get you something to eat before you pass out. You look dead on your feet, Emerson."
"Alright, thanks," I sigh, "I owe you one."
Leaving the lounge, I make my way down the hall to the elevator and I'm met with a familiar face, and smile. "Hey Christy, how are you?" Christy is a social worker. I met her during my first week at the hospital, and we became quick friends. She is usually the social worker sent when the hospital has the misfortune of needing child services. She is the best social worker in Polson if you ask me. Christy doesn't just treat children as if they are her job. She cares about those kids and will go above and beyond when it comes to their well-being. She's also the same social worker who I called in a favor to for Bella and Logan when they wanted to adopt Breanna. She had a big hand in making sure Breanna was placed with them while waiting on the adoption process.
"Hi, Emerson. You on your way out?"
"Yeah, but I was going to stop by the cafeteria and grab a bite to eat."
"Mind if I join you? I was headed back to the office, but since I have a mountain of paperwork, I doubt I'll make it home in time for dinner."
"I'd love for you to join me."
After making our way into the cafeteria, we grab our food, and decide to sit at one of the tables outside since the weather is warm and there is a gentle evening breeze. We eat in silence for a minute before Christy speaks up. "Something is different about you, but I can't put my finger on it. You look, I don't know, relaxed and glowy."
"Glowy? Really?" I giggle.
"You know what I mean," she nudges me with her elbow.
"So, how's your husband?" I ask trying to change the conversation.
"Oh no yo
u don't, Emerson. Come on, you can tell me."
Rolling my eyes, I give in, "It's nothing. Just had a good time this weekend with some friends."
"Was one of those friends a man? Come on, tell me, who was it?"
"His name is Quinn."
"Quinn Beckett?" she asks, and I snap my head in her direction.
"You know Quinn?"
"Of course. He volunteers down at the youth center. He has for as long as I can remember. He's a great guy and great with the kids." I sit stunned for a moment at the realization at how little I know about Quinn, though not surprised at all the good he does. Christy brings me out of my thoughts when she stands and tosses her trash in the bin. "Well, I need to be going if I want to make it home to my husband at a decent time. But don't think this conversation is over. I want to hear all the juicy details about you and Quinn later."
Waving my hand dismissively, I tell her, "there's nothing to tell, Quinn is only a friend." The words taste bitter on my tongue the moment they leave my mouth. Christy looks at me like she doesn't believe me but doesn't say any more about the subject. Once Christy and I part ways with a promise to catch up with each other again later this week, I round the corner of the front entrance of the emergency room towards the parking lot when I see Quinn sitting on his bike next to my Jeep. My steps falter. The look currently directed in my direction is one I have not seen before. Quinn looks pissed. Forcing my legs to work I walk in his direction. Stepping in front of him, I go to open my mouth only to have him swiftly shut me down. "Don't," he grits out. "I don't know what's goin' on inside that pretty head of your, babe but apparently between the time my cock was buried deep inside your pussy last night to this morning when you snuck out of bed you forgot that you are mine. So, the only thing you're going to do right now is get your ass on the back of my bike, so I can take you home and remind you."
I stand there staring at him in silence until he thrusts his helmet towards me and growls, "now, Sunshine." Doing what he demands I put the helmet on, place my hand on his shoulder and climb on the back of his bike. Once settled with my arms wrapped around his waist, Quinn turns his head slightly and looks at me over his shoulder. "You pull another stunt like you did this morning I'll redden your ass so good you'll carry my mark for a week."
My breath hitches at the promise as he fires up his bike and takes off in the direction of my apartment.
Chapter Seven
Quinn
There are no words to describe how pissed off I am right now at my woman, and she is my woman. Apparently I didn't do a good enough job last night proving to her she now belongs to me. I lied when I told her I didn't know what was going through her head when she snuck her ass out of her apartment this morning. I know what she was thinking. Emerson thought last night was a one-time deal, but she is very fuckin' wrong. I'm about to show my Sunshine how wrong she was.
As we both walk silently up to her apartment with me trailing behind her, she keeps tossing nervous glances over her shoulder. When Emerson unlocks her front door, I follow her inside and kick it shut with my foot. The sound of the door slamming shut vibrates off the living room walls, and it causes her to jump. "Room," I bark. Setting her bag and keys down on the kitchen counter, Emerson without so much as a peep makes her way down the hall and into her room with me on her heels. Once we're standing in front of the dresser, she turns to face me, and when she goes to open her mouth, I cut her off, "clothes off now."
"What?" Emerson sputters, "now? I thought we were going to talk?"
"Nope. It appears talking doesn't work. I told you last night you were mine. You don't believe me so, I'm going to show you. Now strip."
I watch as Emerson contemplates her next move but only for a second before she does what I say. My cock grows harder and harder with every piece of clothing she sheds, and a wicked thought comes to mind. "Where is your white coat? The one you wear at work?" Standing before me completely naked Emerson licks her lips and answers with a confused look.
"At work. I usually leave it in my locker."
Taking two strides, I come to stand toe to toe in front of her. Reaching up with my left hand, I grab a fist full of her blonde hair and force her head to tip back to where she is looking at me. I then take my other hand and cup the heavy weight of her full breast using my thumb to tweak her piercing, my actions causing her to whimper. "Next time you go to work, I want ya to bring it home. I want to fuck you in nothing but that white coat." I wouldn't be surprised if the girls have told Emerson about my little fetish. It's not something I need, just something I enjoy from time to time. Nothing wrong with being a little creative and having some fun. The thought alone of having Emerson ride my cock while wearing that white coat and a stethoscope around her neck has me ready to come in my jeans. By the look on my woman's face, I'd say she likes that idea too. Fuck, I knew she would be perfect for me.
"Turn around and place your hands on the dresser," I instruct letting go of her hair. Doing as I say she places both palms flat on the dresser and meets my eyes in the mirror as I come to stand behind her. Taking my cut off, I turn and lay it in the bed. Next, I pull my t-shirt off and watch Emerson's pupils dilate at the sight of my bare chest. I then move on to my jeans and pop open the button and unzip them but keep my throbbing cock under wraps for now. Grabbing Emerson's hips, I thrust them out towards me and rub her ass on my jean covered erection. "Fuck," I hiss. "I can feel the heat of your pussy through my jeans. Tell me, Sunshine, is your pussy greedy for my cock again?"
"Yes," she moans while she shamelessly grinds on my dick. Emerson lets out a whimper when I step back slightly breaking our connection.
"Well, your pussy is going to have to wait, babe, because right now my cock wants your mouth. Without a moment of hesitation, Emerson spins around and drops to her knees. "I see your mouth is as hungry for my cock as your pussy is, isn't it baby?" Her only response is licking her lips as she reaches into my jeans and pulls out my dick. She doesn't waste any time taking me in her warm wet mouth. It's all I can do not to come right then. I have imagined this moment hundreds of times, but my dreams have nothing on the real thing. "God damn baby, your mouth feels like fuckin' heaven." Several beats later, I begin to feel a tingle at the base of my spine so, I fist Emerson's hair and pull her off my cock. "That was so fuckin' good, but when I come, I'm going to do it inside you. Now get on the bed— on all fours."
As Emerson climbs on the bed, I toe off my boots and shuck my jeans. Before tossing them to the floor, I reach into my pocket and retrieve what I picked up at the store earlier and throw it to the bed beside her. Snapping her head in my direction, she gives me a wild yet nervous look. Settling myself behind her, I run my palm down her back and between her ass cheeks brushing my thumb over her forbidden spot, and I feel her tense. "Has anyone ever taken you here?" I ask already knowing the answer.
"No," she answers with a bit of apprehension in her voice.
"I want to claim all of you. Will you let me?" When her breathing picks up, and she doesn't answer me right away, I try too soothe her worries. "You know I would never hurt you right, Sunshine?"
"I know you wouldn't, Quinn. I trust you."
Emerson's words and trust in me fills my chest with something I've never felt before. Leaning over her body, I pepper kisses along her neck and shoulders while rubbing my cock through the wet folds of her pussy. Retrieving the bottle of lube, I pop the cap and pour a generous amount in my hand and rub it all over my cock. I then use the same hand to rub over her backside. My fingers glide from the top of her ass all the way down to her pussy getting her nice and ready for me. "I'm going to take this slow," I soothe as I start to penetrate her tight barrier with my thumb.
"Oh God," she says her breath hitching.
"Relax baby. I promise it's going to feel good." After working my finger in and out a few times, I feel her body slack, and she starts to thrust back seeking more. Taking that as my green light, I remove my thumb, grab the base of my cock and guide the head into her tigh
t hole. Reaching around her hip, I find her swollen clit and begin to rub.
"Yes," she moans. I use small thrusts, and with each one she takes more and more of me inside her until I am fully seated. "Fuck you're perfect," I grit.
"I feel so full." Gripping the sheets, Emerson turns her heated eyes to me. "I need more Quinn. I need you to move."
Growling, I pull out then surge forward giving her what she needs.
"Yes!" she screams.
"You like my cock in your ass, don't ya?"
"Stroke your clit, baby. Take yourself there and bring me with you."
As soon as she brings her hand between her legs and strums her swollen bud, she flies over the edge screaming my name and her cries of pleasure has me falling over with her.
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