by Webster, K
“I need to go get ready but...” I’d rather fuck you against the counter, babysitter. “I don’t think I want to go.”
She whimpers when I scrape my teeth along her flesh. My hand creeps up her side until my thumb rubs against the lower part of her breast over her bra. Her body quivers at the touch. I’m just sliding my hand higher to cup her breast when I hear the boys arguing as they clomp down the stairs like a couple of orangutans.
Jolting away from her, I walk over to the coffeemaker and pretend to fool with it. Ava slinks back over to the barstool and lowers her head to stare at her homework.
Thank fuck the boys are none the wiser.
* * *
Me: How are the boys?
Ava: Asleep.
Me: Good.
Me: Are you doing homework?
Ava: Yeah.
Me: Go to bed, Ava. It’s late and you need your rest. You work too hard.
Ava: You’re bossy.
Me: I’m your boss.
She never responded after my last text and I felt like an asshole. So much so, that the rest of the evening with Dane was a blur. I just wanted to be home. Now that I am home, I want to be upstairs. In bed with the babysitter.
I run my fingers through my hair and swivel in my office chair to retrieve a bottle of bourbon from my desk drawer. Not fooling with a glass, I drink straight from the bottle.
Don’t go up there.
Just walk past her room and go to yours, Quinn.
I grit my teeth as the alcohol warms me. I’m imagining her small body naked under the covers. Is she up there right now touching herself again?
My dick reacts to that thought and I’m ridiculously hard in my slacks. Fuck, this is difficult. It’s as though my cock has been awoken from a fifteen-year slumber. And it’s a picky fucker because it doesn’t want bar bimbos. It wants Ava.
I want Ava.
Young. Innocent. Brilliant. Pouty. Adorable. Ava.
I take another swig of my bourbon and pull out my phone.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
After hitting send, I try to imagine her reading the text. Is she awake right now?
How come?
A smile plays at my lips. I’ll add coy to the list of things I like about her.
You’re gorgeous and smart.
* * *
Her cheeks have probably turned red with embarrassment but five bucks says her hand is in her panties again. I’ve seen the way she looks at me. How she reacts to my nearness. The feeling is most definitely mutual.
Fucking wrong, but mutual.
I think dirty things about you.
My cock is stiff in my slacks and I rub my palm against it.
She surprises me by texting right away.
Maybe my fantasies are similar.
I take a long pull on the bourbon bottle and relish the way it burns my esophagus all the way to my stomach.
Sometimes I don’t know how long I can keep them just fantasies. Sometimes I imagine something a lot more real.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. I need to stop this. She’s every man my age’s definition of a wet dream. This can’t happen. Not so close to my divorcing Sammie. I’m asking for trouble.
Walk away, Quinn.
It’s not too late.
Maybe I imagine that too.
I unknot the tie at my throat and pull it from my neck before tossing it on the desk. The bourbon gives me courage. Courage has me unbuttoning my dress shirt and pulling it from my body. I’ll just stroke my cock imagining the girl with the cute little nose and messy brown hair. Come all over my belly as I think about how her breasts looked good enough to eat that day in her tank top. But as I pull my white undershirt off and toss it away, my thoughts aren’t on my fist around my dick.
My thoughts are on her.
Not just a silly fantasy but the real thing.
She wants it. I want it.
All I have to do is go upstairs. Push through her door. Strip her down and fuck her into tomorrow.
A groan escapes me.
No.
Fuck no.
I stand and take another gulp of the liquor before turning off my office lights. I’ll take a long ass hot shower and choke my cock with images of Ava on the brain. That’s the only mature and reasonable option.
With a huff of frustration, I stalk through the house on a mission to go straight to my bedroom. It isn’t until I near the guest room that I find it incredibly difficult to keep walking. In fact, I stop just outside of her door.
Don’t go in there.
Keep walking.
My hand curls around the knob.
If I go in there, I won’t be able to leave.
Bad idea.
Don’t think about it.
Go, dumbass.
And yet, I twist the knob anyway.
Morals be damned.
Chapter Six
Ava
I’m lying in the dark guest bedroom wondering why he didn’t respond to my last text when I hear a door close downstairs followed by soft thuds of someone walking upstairs. My heart quickens in my chest. I nearly let out a shriek when the bedroom door creaks open. He’s shadowed by the darkness but I can tell it’s Quinn simply from his scent. My nipples harden and I try to breathe normally. But when he steps into the room and walks over to my bedside, my ability to breathe ceases.
Sometimes I don’t know how long I can keep them just fantasies. Sometimes I imagine something a lot more real.
Maybe I imagine that too.
A gasp escapes me when he touches my still damp hair. I’d showered after the twins went to bed and threw on a nightgown. I hadn’t expected to have an encounter with my boss. His fingertips are soft as he strokes me along my temple, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Before I can stop myself, I reach up and mimic his action. My fingertip scrapes along his stubbly jawline. He jerks his hand from my face to grab my wrist. But instead of pulling it away, he presses a hot kiss to the inside of my palm. The wet kiss sends waves of need pulsating through me.
All man.
I couldn’t ignore him if I tried.
I’ve been lusting after him since the moment I saw him.
And now he’s here...touching me. The air is thick with desire. He wants me and I want him.
Suddenly, I very much know what I’d like to do for fun.
Him.
The thought sends shivers running through me. I’ve never openly desired to sleep with any guy before. I just wasn’t interested. Now, it’s all I can think about. It’s all I want.
He presses my palm to his chest and I can feel his heart thundering as he leans over me. Then, he slides it down over his hard stomach stopping just above his belt.
“Do you want to touch me?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
My heart seems to stop in my chest. Do I want to touch him? I’ve never wanted something so badly in all my life. Not college. Not good grades. Nothing has made my entire body and mind burn with such excitement before. Ever.
In the dark, I’m brave and driven by my hormones because I manage to whisper, “Yes.”
His hand guides mine so I’m cupping his massive erection through his slacks. I have zero experience whatsoever. This is the first cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching. Despite my limited knowledge, it feels large and powerful. I’m certainly impressed. Also, I’m slightly terrified.
“You make me so hard, mon petit oiseau. So fucking hard,” he groans as he shows me how to grip and stroke him.
My little bird.
I can’t help but melt under his softly spoken French endearment. I should enjoy the moment but curiosity gets the best of me. “You know French?”
“Oui.”
Fire blazes within me and I grow braver. Using my other
hand, I work at his belt. The masculine groans coming from him are erotic. My silky panties are soaked just from the sounds he makes.
“I can smell your arousal,” he utters, his voice rumbling with need. “So fucking sweet.”
I’m not sure if I should be turned on or horrified. Since he sounds pleased, I squash down my embarrassment as I finally unfasten his pants and grip his bare cock. His hisses spur me on. I stroke his length as I grip him firmly while he shoves his pants and boxers down.
“Fuuuuuck.” As if he suddenly loses control, Quinn kicks the rest of the way out of his pants and pounces on me. The weight of his massive body pins me to the bed. His hot breath is on my throat, kissing and sucking and biting. My moans aren’t soft or ladylike. They’re needy and desperate.
Holy crap this is happening.
For once, in my carefully structured life, I give in to the moment. I live.
He manages to wedge his large body between my thighs. The moment his raging erection slides against my wet panties, I let loose a sound I’ve never made before. Who knew I’d touch a penis before I had my first kiss?
“So tempting,” he breathes against the shell of my ear, his hips grinding painfully against me. Each time his thick cock slides against my clit through the soaked fabric separating us, I shudder with delight. I’ve brought myself to orgasm a couple of times but it seemed like a miracle in both instances. The other day in his living room, I’d tried but was unsuccessful. The fact that I feel another miracle is on the horizon has me nearly shouting for joy.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night,” he admits as his hand slips up under my gown. His fingertips find my tiny nipple and he pinches it so hard I cry out. “I’ve been dying to fuck you, baby. Tell me you’ve been fantasizing about it too.”
“Yes,” I moan, wriggling my hips at him. My fingers roam up his solid shoulders.
His mouth trails hot kisses from my ear to my lips. The moment his lips brush against mine, I whimper. Then, his strong tongue seeks passage into my mouth. I gladly accept him and meet him tentatively. He owns me with a kiss—shows me how powerful he is in one simple gesture. And with a mewl of pleasure, I allow him to take control.
It’s then that he overpowers me and I love it. His strong hands grip my wrists, pinning them to the bed beside me. I squirm with need but he seems happy to tease me versus giving in to what I want.
What do I want?
Thoughts of him pushing his length inside of me have my heart racing. The only reason I’d been holding onto my virginity for this long is that I haven’t had any serious offers to take it.
His grasp on my arms is almost painful but I like it. I can see his shadow from the moonlight pouring into the room. It’s as if a demon has come for me in my sleep. I must be evil too because my legs are willingly parted and I’m cursing the stupid panties between us.
“The things I want to do to you...” he murmurs, his lips pressing kisses along my forehead. “Sinful, mon petit oiseau.”
He brings my wrists together and binds them with one of his large hands. Then, his free hand slides down my face and he rubs his thumb over my lips. I cry out when he moves down to my breast and cups it almost reverently.
“These little tits are fucking divine,” he praises. “Does it make me a bad man if I want to bruise them?”
Fear surges through me like a raging fire but then excitement stamps it out. “I think I want that. Maybe I’m bad too.”
His hand slides to my taut stomach. “You don’t know what you want but I’m going to show you.”
A choked sound escapes me when his large hand slips under the waistband of my silky panties and his long finger slides against my clit. He rubs me in an expert knowing way—a way I never could figure out on my own.
“More,” I beg. I don’t know what I’m begging for but my body craves so much more of him.
“Is this sweet cunt a virgin?”
I shudder, completely turned on by his crude words. “Y-Yes.”
“Then I’m going to save it for my cock,” he rumbles. “You want me to tear up your pretty pussy?”
His words are terrifying but I’m whimpering out a yes without hesitation. I’m in a drugged haze around him. Under some wicked spell. And when he rubs my clit just the right way, forcing a scream to leave my lips immediately followed by an intense shudder, I know I’ve fallen all the way down the rabbit hole.
“That’s it,” he coos, his fingers never stopping their pace. “Chase that orgasm right into another one.”
I don’t know what he means—I can’t comprehend it but he doesn’t stop massaging me. The sensations are too much, almost painful, but I find myself clawing for another orgasm. I want to ride the waves of bliss once more.
As he rubs my clit, the tip of his wet cock teases the lips of my sex on one side where the panties have been lifted from my body. It’s as if his cock is a snake seeking passage in a warm cave. I’m still reaching for the elusive orgasm when he starts easing his cock past the side of my panties and into me. It’s so erotic that I lose myself to another climax. As soon as I cry out, he thrusts so hard I’m sure he rips me in half.
The dark room explodes with white bright light as pain rips along my nerve endings. My orgasm still shudders through me so my body is confused. I’m clenching in pleasure but fire burns between my thighs. I don’t even realize I’m crying or that he’s released my hands until I feel one of his strong thumbs swiping away my tears as he slowly bucks into me.
I’m so overwhelmed by what just happened.
It hurt. It felt good. It consumed me.
And now, I’m overcome with the sensation of being stretched and filled by another person. I’ve never felt anything so intense before. My fingers claw at his shoulders and I don’t know if I want him to go faster or stop altogether.
“You’re perfect,” he breathes against my forehead as he peppers sweet kisses along my flesh. “So perfect.”
I melt at his tender words. Seconds later, he lets out a pained groan before his heat floods into me hot and furious. His cock softens and he slides it out of me. Rather than clean us up, he sets to unbuttoning the pearl buttons on my gown until the material falls apart exposing me to him. His hot mouth sends chills surging through me the moment he latches on to my nipple. My sore sex clenches in response and I can’t help but touch his now messy hair. I take pleasure in gripping it. His kisses become more intense. Brutal and savage. Hard sucks and painful bites. It has me thrumming with need. Again. I don’t understand this soul-consuming need but it’s there. It burns through me like the heat of the sun.
When my breasts are raw and tender, he takes his show down south. His love bites seem to hurt more on the tight flesh of my stomach. The moment he reaches my panties, he savagely yanks them down my thighs. My stomach clenches as I wonder what he’s about to do. Everything hurts right now from where he just took me but I don’t think I want to tell him no.
His lips brush along my sex and his tongue darts out to rub against my clit tearing a moan from my throat.
“Oh, mon petit oiseau,” he coos, his hot breath making me crazy. “I could devour you for hours.”
That’s my only warning before he’s sucking on my clit. In a way that seems vulgar, he sucks and licks at my sex, drinking all evidence of our lovemaking from my body. I want to tell him to stop but then I almost laugh because that’s a lie. I wish I could see him as he eats me alive like a man starved. His mouth knows no bounds and soon he has my legs pushed up against my chest, baring more of me to him. That daring tongue of his slides lower and runs a circle over the puckered hole of my bottom. I nearly come unglued from the delicious foreign sensation that prickles through me.
Just when I think he’ll move on, he assaults that secret part of me with his tongue. I’m forced to feel the delicious pleasure he has to give me. Small tremors begin to rattle through me. His
finger and thumb have taken to pinching my clit in a way that has me seeing stars.
Too much.
He’s too much.
All man.
“Oh, God!” I cry out before another seismic orgasm crashes through me. I lose all sense of time and reason as pleasure takes over.
“Good girl,” he praises as his body collapses on mine, pinning me to the bed. His cock is hard again but he makes no moves to do anything about it. Instead, he suckles on my throat until exhaustion takes over. I fade into oblivion with this beast of a man claiming me in his arms.
I’ve never felt so good in my entire life.
A twinge of guilt raises the hair on my arms.
Something tells me tomorrow this won’t look so dreamy and beautiful.
Chapter Seven
Quinn
I stand, freshly showered and dressed, staring at the angel sprawled out on my guestroom bed. Her pale flesh, especially on her perfect little tits, has been marred with bruises. Hickeys. I gave this goddamned girl so many hickeys it’s sickening to look at. She’s wearing hundreds of them all over her. Marks I gave to her last night.
Christ, I fucked up.
I was so high on the need to have her, I didn’t think about the consequences.
It pisses me off I took advantage of this girl.
Fuck.
The fact that she gave herself so easily to me makes my heart race, though. It makes me realize she likes giving every bit as much as I like taking. That combination can be lethal. All it would take was an inch from her and I’d take the whole motherfucking mile. So easily I could make her mine in every sense of the word. I’m so tempted that I’m practically salivating.
She stirs and whimpers. Guilt sluices through me as I wonder if she’s afraid of me now. Did I coerce her into doing something she didn’t want to do? Will she regret this today? I frown when she rolls over, baring her cute little ass to me, and I see the evidence of her virginity loss smeared along the white sheets. Her ass is even stained with blood.