by Jenna Sutton
“Why are you still dressed?”
She recognized the look on his face. “I’m making you crazy again, aren’t I?”
He propped his hands on his hips, an aggressively masculine stance. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes.
“God, yes, you make me crazy.”
Amelia joined Quinn by the bed. She unsnapped the first couple of buttons on his checked shirt before he gripped her hands.
“Uh-uh. You first,” he demanded, grabbing the hem of her T-shirt and whipping it over her head. He didn’t move for a moment, just stared down at her breasts in their midnight-blue bra.
After years of buying clothes in thrift shops and underwear in cheap discount stores, she now had the money to splurge, and she liked lacy, girly underwear. The set she wore was one of her favorites, a deep demi-cup and cheeky panties. She was so glad she’d worn them today because they made her girls look bigger and her butt look smaller.
Quinn ran the tips of his fingers across the lacy edge of her bra. The fleshy pads were slightly rough, and her breath caught in her throat as he moved them closer to her cleavage.
He abruptly jerked his hands away and turned to sit on the side of the bed. Widening his legs, he pulled her in between them. The new position put her breasts right in his face, and he murmured his appreciation.
“This is the best view in the city,” he said reverently, making her smile.
She ran her hand over his hair, the strands silky and cool against her palm, and traced his hairline with the tip of her finger. His eyelids fell as she touched his face, and she noticed his long, spiky eyelashes.
He opened his eyes, and they stared at each other, their faces only inches apart. His dark blue gaze was hazy with desire.
For me.
She leaned forward to kiss him, and he wrapped his arms all the way around her, pulling her closer and deeper into the V of his legs. As their lips met, he palmed her butt cheeks and squeezed. The unexpected gesture made her gasp and pull back slightly.
“Sorry. Too hard?”
She shook her head, and he rubbed the spots where he had squeezed. “I love your ass,” he breathed. “It’s so round and delicious, and I can’t wait to get you out of these pants so I can touch it skin-to-skin.”
A strangled laugh escaped her. “I hate my butt. It’s too big.”
He shook his head. “No,” he countered fiercely. “You can’t hate something that makes me hard every time I see it.”
Well, when you put it that way . . .
Leaning forward, he placed tiny kisses on the corners of her mouth. “I don’t want to let go, so you’re going to have to take off your bra. I need to put my mouth on you.”
His words made her nipples harden. Quinn was a talker, and it made her hot. Her panties were already soaked, and he hadn’t even touched her below the waist. And he was still fully clothed, something she needed to remedy immediately.
“Not yet,” she said, shaking her head. “You need to give me something first.”
A naughty smile crossed his face. “What do you have in mind, Juice?”
In response, she unsnapped the rest of the buttons on his shirt and spread it open, uncovering a strongly muscled chest and well-defined abs dusted with fine, dark hair. She pushed on his shoulders to get his attention.
“You need to let go so I can take off your shirt.”
Releasing his grip on her butt, he shrugged off his shirt, the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexing. After tossing it on the floor, he pulled her back to him.
Reaching into her cleavage, he unhooked the clasp of her bra and pulled the lacy cups away from her breasts. Once freed, they bounced into his face, and he moaned at the sight, a deep sound that made her break out in goose bumps.
“Bring one of those sweet nipples to my mouth.”
She protested. “But I want to touch you.”
“Later,” he growled. “Now give me what I want.”
Cupping one of her breasts, she fed him a plump nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, and she moaned at the exquisite feeling of his hot mouth. Blood rushed through her veins, and her skin flushed from the heat of it.
He licked and sucked until her nipple was pebbled, and she brought her other breast to his mouth. “Good girl,” he murmured against her nipple, squeezing her butt cheeks again. She would have bruises there tomorrow, and perversely, the thought made her even wetter.
He tongued her nipple until it was so tight and hard it was almost painful. He bit down gently, sending a spark of pleasure from her nipple straight to her center. She didn’t want to wait even one more second to feel him inside her.
“Quinn,” she gasped. “You need to take off your pants. Now.”
Chapter 22
Nothing inflated a man’s ego—or his cock—more than a woman who wanted to tear off his clothes. Quinn laughed softly as Amelia fumbled to open the buttons on his fly, both amused and aroused by her eagerness.
“I want these off,” she panted, tugging at his Rileys.
“I have a better idea,” he countered. “Let’s take off your pants.”
Nodding eagerly, Amelia stepped back to toe off her shoes. He brought her back to him by the waistband of her cargo pants before flicking open the button. Staring into her eyes, he pulled down the zipper and slid his hands into her pants to cup her ass. It was both soft and supple, and he clenched his fingers in the round cheeks.
Her pants fell to her upper thighs, and she balanced herself by grabbing his shoulders as she stepped out of them. A couple of coppery curls tickled his face, and he tilted his head so he could feel the silky strands against his lips.
She leaned forward, licking and sucking the crook between his shoulder and his neck. Her teeth bit into him, and he gasped as his cock pulsed. He had the fleeting thought that he should have taken a few minutes alone to masturbate so he didn’t feel like a rabid dog. He was afraid he’d barely get inside her snug body before he exploded.
“This is getting out of control,” he said hoarsely, a warning to himself and the curvy redhead in front of him.
Clenching his arms under her butt, he stood and picked her up in one smooth movement. He twisted his upper body, tossing her on the bed. Her hair came loose from its ponytail, the fiery curls contrasting sharply with his gray bedding.
“I’m the only person who’s slept on these sheets, so don’t say a word,” he growled before stepping back to remove his shoes.
As he unbuttoned his fly, he ran his gaze up and down her body. Pale pink areolas tipped her plump breasts, and her high-cut panties emphasized her creamy white skin and luscious hips.
He couldn’t hold back his appreciation. “Goddamn, Amelia. You’re gorgeous.”
Her whole body flushed at his words, and as she shifted restlessly against the comforter, her panties edged up. He held his breath, eager to see if the curls between her legs were as bright as the ones on her head, but he was denied the erotic vision.
That didn’t stop him from thinking about how wet she would be, and he fumbled a bit with the buttons on his jeans. When he finally got all of them open, he sighed in relief. It felt like he’d had an erection for hours, and his jeans had been strangling it.
Pushing his Rileys down his legs, he kicked them off. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs to remove them, too, but reconsidered. Maybe he should leave on his underwear since he was already so close to the edge.
Amelia rose up on her elbows, distracting him from his thoughts. Her big brown eyes focused on his crotch, and he grew even harder under her lustful gaze, although he didn’t know how that was possible.
She bit her plump lower lip, and the sight of that tiny gap between her front teeth made him think about what his cock would look like sliding in and out of her mouth. He took several deep breaths, hoping the extra oxygen would allow him to muster s
ome control over his unruly and too-long-deprived body.
“Take them off,” she demanded, her voice low and raspy. When he didn’t move, she cleared her throat. “Take them off.”
He shook his head. “Not yet.”
Her eyes shot sparks at him, and her lower lip pushed out in a tiny pout, making him want to suck on it. Crawling onto the bed, he covered her body with his, moaning when his chest rubbed against her breasts.
She shifted, opening her legs, and he gasped when his cock settled snugly between her legs. He leaned down to kiss her, and when her tongue touched his, things quickly went from hot to incendiary. Her heat already scalded him, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.
Releasing her mouth, he rolled to the side and wiggled his fingers inside the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs. He could smell her arousal, and he was torn between wanting to taste it and plunging his cock into her.
He trailed his hand across her stomach and shifted slightly to eye her mound, smiling when he saw the hair covering her pussy was even redder than the curls on her head. Everything about Amelia was so vibrant, and he had the fanciful notion that his life before her had been as gray as his bedroom.
Quinn brushed his fingers across the springy hair, tracing the edge of her labia before sliding his finger down her wet, silky slit. When he reached the entrance to her body, he circled it tenderly until she panted. As he plunged two fingers inside her, she gasped and grabbed his shoulders.
“Does this feel good?” he asked, pumping his fingers slowly into her pussy. She nodded, and he dropped his head to whisper in her ear, “Tell me how much you like it.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he gave some attention to her hard little clit. He pressed against it, and she jerked. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he pressed against the bundle of nerves again, making her moan.
“Should I do that again?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
He licked a trail down the side of her neck as he slipped his fingers back into her body. He brushed his thumb lightly, so lightly against her clit, and she bucked against him.
“I need you to come for me.” He pressed harder, flicking her clit and pumping his fingers inside her. “I want you to be all hot and wet around me when I slide into you.”
She cried out his name, her pussy contracting around his fingers. She writhed against him as her internal muscles clenched rhythmically.
He waited as long as he could before pulling his fingers from her body. His head felt like it was about to pop off, and he couldn’t think of anything but plunging balls-deep into her sweet little body.
Reaching over her, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. She took it from him as she leaned over to give him a deep kiss.
“I’ll do it.”
He tugged down his boxer briefs, and she gave an appreciative sound that made his testicles tighten. She put the condom aside and grasped his cock in her hand, her fingers struggling to reach around it completely.
“Oh, yeah,” she breathed. “You are bigger than average. And you definitely won’t hear any complaints from me.”
He laughed breathlessly when he recalled their conversation on the day they’d met. “I’m glad you’re pleased.” His voice was little more than a croak.
She swiped a finger across the head of his penis where a drop of fluid had oozed out, licking her lips. The sight of her wet tongue created a sharp twinge deep inside his lower body.
He lightly squeezed her hand so she’d stop touching him. He knew where this was heading, and he wasn’t going to be satisfied with a hand job. He wanted to be deep inside her when he came.
Picking up the condom, he had it on in less than five seconds. He maneuvered Amelia under him, settling his cock against her pussy. Lust made his vision hazy, and her face was all he could see.
He stared into her dark eyes. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Then don’t.”
He pulled one of her legs around his waist and over his back to give him more room before palming her ass with both hands so he’d be able to control how deep he went. “Ready?”
She nodded, and he thrust inside her with one deep stroke. They both moaned as he bumped against her cervix, and she gripped his ass tightly, pressing him even deeper.
Resting his weight on his arms, he squeezed his eyes shut. He knew it had been a long time, but he couldn’t remember anyone or anything feeling this good. Lights sparked behind his eyelids, and he tried to count backward from one hundred to keep from exploding.
Amelia lightly touched his face, and he opened his eyes to see a tiny smile on her lips. He bent forward to trace it with his tongue.
“You should move, just a little,” she whispered against his mouth.
“You’re bossy,” he teased. “But you need to be more specific. Do you want it deeper?”
He nudged his hips, and she gasped. “Maybe faster?” He gave a series of hard, quick thrusts that had her moaning and his heart thundering in his chest.
“Both. Now.”
“You’re also greedy and demanding.” And he loved it.
She slapped his ass lightly. “Watch it.”
He grabbed her hand and shackled her wrist above her head. The position pushed out her chest, and he took the opportunity to tongue her nipple, swirling around it before sucking hard on the tip.
He was rooted deep inside her body, motionless, and she tightened her vaginal muscles around him. Those tiny internal squeezes forced him to move, and he set a fast pace, riding her lush body in deep strokes. Letting go of her wrist, he moved his hand between them, finding her clit and pressing against it counter to his thrusts.
They were panting, and he sensed the telltale tingle in his lower body. It radiated out from his spine to his testicles and finally spread to his cock. He gasped, trying to hold back until she was there with him.
“Close?” He was too far gone to even put together an entire sentence, but thankfully she understood him.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m there.”
Her pussy clenched around his cock, and he let go, erupting inside her in a huge gush that made his vision go dark for several heartbeats. She shifted her legs higher, the movement wringing several more deep pulses from him.
He lowered himself onto her body, just for a moment because he didn’t want to crush her. He was drained, emotionally and physically, and he pressed his face into her hair.
After a few moments, he dragged himself from the bed and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Returning to his bedroom, he grabbed the top sheet from the foot of the bed and pulled it and the comforter over Amelia. She was lying on her side, her dark brown gaze locked on him.
Climbing back into bed, he faced her. She leaned forward and gave him an openmouthed kiss.
“Thank you,” she said huskily.
“If you can still talk, I didn’t do a very good job.”
She laughed softly. “I disagree,” she said before rolling over and tucking her back against his front.
She wiggled her butt against his spent penis, and he dropped his arm across her waist to pull her closer. “You can try to make me speechless later,” she suggested. “If you’re up for it.”
Knotting his fist in her thick hair, he put his lips against her ear. “If you keep pressing your sweet ass against me, I’ll be up for it sooner rather than later.”
Chapter 23
Amelia woke up alone in Quinn’s big bed, wrapped in his luxurious bedding like a burrito. The alarm clock on his nightstand read 10:33, and she double-checked the big red numbers with surprise. She’d never slept this late in her whole life. Of course, she had never had so much sex in a twenty-four-hour period either.
Rolling onto her back, she stared at the ceiling. This was her first official “morning after.” She’d been eager to leave her pr
evious lovers, and she’d never spent the night with them.
Quinn had asked her to stay, though, and apparently she was unable to say no to the man since she’d agreed to that request and so many more. She blushed at the thought of all the ways she had said yes with her mouth and her body.
She had given him everything he said he wanted, calling out his name until she was hoarse. After her fifth or sixth orgasm, she’d lost her ability to think. He’d had her over and over, including some early morning sex that sent her into a coma.
Untangling herself from the sheets, she searched the room until she found the T-shirt Quinn had loaned her. She pulled it on and headed to the bathroom, where she slipped on the panties she’d washed out last night.
As she brushed her teeth with the extra toothbrush Quinn had offered, she realized a sexy sleepover was fun until you had to put on the same underwear you’d worn the day before.
After she rinsed her mouth, she looked in the mirror. A bleat of horror escaped her at the sight, and she clapped her hands over her mouth to silence the sound. Her hair was frizzy, and ringlets protruded from her head like tiny copper snakes.
I’m Medusa!
If Quinn saw her this way, he’d surely turn into stone. At the very least, he would run screaming from the house.
She looked around frantically for anything that could subdue the terrifying mess on her head, but all she could find was a measly plastic comb. She whimpered when she remembered she had left her backpack downstairs in the living area. It held the tools she needed to get her hair under control.
Opening the bedroom door as quietly as she could, she scampered down the stairs in her bare feet, trying to avoid any squeaky boards. She peeked around the wall to see if she could spot Quinn, and when it looked like the coast was clear, she tiptoed to her backpack.
“Why are you sneaking around like Inspector Clouseau in The Pink Panther?”