by Wood, Lauren
“Bye, Quinn.”
I walked outside to the car, and Ezra was leaning against the passenger door. He looked up when he saw me and opened the door. He was staring at me passionately and I knew that this was going to happen. Nothing was going to be able to stop him, and I was perfectly fine with that. I wanted to be all that he was thinking about.
He grabbed me and kissed me, again, his tongue slipping into my mouth before he pulled away. “Are you ready for tonight?”
I was breathing a bit heavier, but I nodded anyway. “Yes.”
“Good.”
The car ride was quiet as we drove back to the house. I was burning up with the anticipation of being able to feel Ezra touch me, kiss me, lick me, bite me. I wanted all of him, and I had wanted all of him for a long time. This was finally happening, and there was nothing that I had ever wanted more. If I didn’t feel him, tonight, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I didn’t just want Ezra. I needed him.
Once we finally arrived at the house, he opened the door for me, and I realized that this was a habit to him. Regardless of the fact that he wasn’t the kind of guy to date, he had all of the qualities that a woman would want in a guy. How could he be so good at something that he didn’t do?
We walked inside together. I was looking around for a while, surprised when Paige didn’t come running towards us the way that she always did. And, speaking of which, I hadn’t seen Klaus’ car outside. Where were they?
“Where’s Paige?” I asked, almost hearing my echoes bounce in the quiet house.
“She’s with Klaus,” Ezra answered. “She’ll be spending the night with him.”
“Did you plan that out?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.
“Did you think that I wouldn’t take care of everything?”
“You are Ezra, right?”
“No more talking, Quinn.”
His hand gripped my chin, and he looked into my eyes. His blue eyes were so intense, so beautiful that I couldn’t believe it. I was waiting for him to make a move before I grew tired of waiting. Maybe, for once in his life, Ezra shouldn’t be the one who was in charge.
I kissed him, and it was the first time that I had ever done so. Usually, he was the one to instigate things, but it was my time to shine. My lips grew aggressive against his, and his hand gripped my waist while our tongues fought for dominance. I let out a little moan against his lips and thrust my hips against him.
Ezra grew tired of me being in charge, and he lifted me up, my legs instantly wrapping against his waist. He began walking me to his bedroom, our lips never parting, and I thought about the fact that this was going to be the first time that I had ever been in his bedroom. And I was so excited to see it.
Once we made it, he tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced up a little bit before settling. Ezra was quick to get on top of me, and our lips were back against each other, and he was quick to sit up and pull his shirt off. I couldn’t help but to look at his chest, my fingers trailing along his abdomen, his amazing abs.
“Do you like that?” He asked, and I quickly nodded my head, my fingers continuing to run along his body. I sat up and pressed my lips back against his. Our tongues tangled, and then I nipped at his bottom lip in a way that he always did to me. He groaned against me, obviously liking it.
Then Ezra pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the side, not that I cared. His eyes feasted upon my breasts before he raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded at him, giving him the permission that he needed to unclasp my bra.
When my breasts were loose, he didn’t waste time before wrapping his lips around one. I whimpered, as he nipped my breast before his tongue soothed the pain that he’d created. He began sucking relentlessly, making me claw into the sheets in an effort to not move. His mouth felt much better than it should have.
“Ezra,” I whined, my hands finding his hair, as he switched to the other boob. His mouth felt amazing, but there were other places that I would have preferred his tongue. He seemed to take the hint, when he slid my pants down my legs, his mouth following after it.
The second his tongue flicked against my clit, my thighs clenched, and I let out a moan. I’d never experienced this in the past when I’d had sex, but then again this was only the fourth time that I was having sex. And this was nothing like when I had been touching myself the night before. This was powerful and explosive.
And then he began to eat me out like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to tell him to stop, to fuck me, but at the same time, instead, I wanted for him to keep moving his tongue inside of me, nibbling and sucking and licking. Nothing felt better than how magical this man was with his tongue.
I couldn’t stop the sounds leaving my mouth, as I gripped his hair harder and harder. I felt myself explode around him, in a way that I never had before. Of course, I’d had several climaxes before, but this was bigger and better than any I’d ever managed to have before.
“Oh, Ezra.”
“That’s just the appetizer.” He growled.
My heart was beating rapidly as I watched him pull his pants down and shuck them off. Then he was leaning over me, slowly guiding himself inside of me. My fingers were holding his shoulders as he did so, and I threw my head back from the sheer pleasure.
He began moving inside of me, hard and fast, pounding into me. My fingernails were digging into his back, but he didn’t seem to care. So, there was no reason for me to care, either. I bit into his shoulder, as I tried to hold back the sounds from escaping my mouth.
“Scream for me, Quinn,” he commanded. “There’s nobody here but you and me.”
I screamed, as I climaxed once again, Ezra coming not too much longer after me. The amount of pleasure that I’d felt shouldn’t have been legal. It was so overwhelming, so magnificent, and so very different from anything that I’d felt in my life. I could see how people could get so addicted to something that felt so good. If I wasn’t careful, then I was going to be one of those people.
9
Ezra
When I woke up in the morning, I was overwhelmed with heat. My room was hotter than usual, and I let out a groan, remembering just how much I hated to be hot. I was about to push the covers away when I realized that there was something—someone—in my arms. I frowned before I remembered Quinn. My mind began to flash back to everything that had happened between the two of us the night before.
Nothing had stopped us, and we’d gone all the way. I was so relieved, so relaxed, and yet, for some reason, I wasn’t satisfied, not nearly as sated as I would have wanted.
But when was the last time that I’d woken up with a woman in my arms? Quinn was supposed to be a one-night stand, yet I wasn’t treating her like one. With my one-night stands, I stayed awake just to make sure that they left and didn’t spend the night. But with her, I’d gone to sleep, keeping her in my arms.
What in the world was I doing? Why was I treating her like she was different when she wasn’t supposed to be? This was supposed to be a one-night thing, just a one time thing, yet it felt like it was meant to be so much more.
I was completely aware of how I should feel. I should push her away, remind her that this was only going to happen once and never again, that we couldn’t allow this to mess up the great work relationship that we’d come to have. Sleeping together was just supposed to get us back on track.
Other than this, there would never be an actual relationship between us, not one that she wanted, anyways. I wasn’t going to settle down, especially not with a woman that was working for me. And firing her wasn’t exactly an option, considering that Paige enjoyed her so much. Firing her would probably break my daughter’s heart. She had never done so well with one of the past nannies before.
I needed to wake her up so that she could get out of my bed. Paige would be home soon, and Quinn needed to start on breakfast. After all, that was her job, and that wasn’t just going to change just because the two of us had slept together, whether that was a good or bad decision. Ultimately, it h
ad been the only decision that we’d had.
But I couldn’t wake her up. Everything about her seemed peaceful. She lay in my arms, snoring ever so lightly. She looked so docile. When was the last time that I’d ever seen her so carefree and relaxed? Not to mention that she was so irresistibly beautiful, I didn’t want to bother her.
As whipped as it made me sound, she just looked perfect, and I didn’t want to mess that up. However, it wasn’t exactly my decision.
Even though I knew that it could be another mistake, I found myself turning ever so slightly and moving my arms so that I wasn’t holding her, but facing her, looking at her beautiful features. And my hand slowly, against my will, gently touched her hair, feeling the silky strands. I let out a deep breath. Everything about her pulled me towards her, and it was like the more that I tried to push her away, the more that she became a bigger figure in my life.
She moved, slightly, and I paused. But her snoring soon started again. She was so cute while she was sleeping, and I found myself slightly wishing that I could wake her up and see her like this every morning. What was going on with me? Why was I having these types of thoughts, and why about her, of all people?
My hand rested on her face, as I thought about how soft her skin was. I let out a small breath, knowing that I shouldn’t, but unable to stop myself. I leaned down, slowly, about to press my lips against her before the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. A small sigh left my lips as I thought about the fact that every time I did anything or tried to do anything, I was always stopped.
The doorbell didn’t wake Quinn up, and I thought I could continue. But the doorbell wouldn’t stop, and I knew that whatever moment there had been was long gone now. With how persistent it was, I knew that it could only be one person.
The sound of the repetitive doorbell slowly began to rouse Quinn. I watched as her eyebrows knitted ever so slightly, and she frowned before turning over, her body moving. She looked adorable as she tried to hide from the sounds, even dipping her head under the covers before she finally gave in.
Her eyes opened and I looked into them. There was something about looking into her eyes that immediately gave me an erection, as bad as that sounded. Her eyes were just so beautiful and unique, although I could have been a bit biased, considering that I had slept with her the night before.
“What’s happening?” she asked me, her voice tired and lazy. She sounded completely exhausted and tired. Then she looked at me with shock in her eyes. Quinn sat up quickly, using the blanket to cover her body. “I’m naked,” she stated, and she sounded a bit skeptical. “And you’re naked, and we…”
“Had sex?” I finished for her. “Yes, we did. How do you feel?”
“Good,” she answered quickly, her lips perked in a smile. “Really good.”
“And are you happy?”
“I think so?”
“The thirst quenched?”
Quinn just stared at me, for a moment, but right as she was about to answer, the doorbell began to furiously ring again, then my phone. It seemed like Klaus was getting a bit impatient. He could wait. I wasn’t finished with what I was doing. I wasn’t finished with Quinn, just yet.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned down and connected our lips. She let out the cutest little squeak which quickly turned into a moan. Her hand came to hold behind my ear, and her kissing became insistent quickly, as we ignored the sounds of the doorbells ringing. She slipped her tongue into my mouth.
Quinn straddled me, and I sat up so that I could lean against the bed frame. The cover fell far away from her body, and I found myself groaning, as I got to see that body that I’d worshiped the night before. How a woman could be this incredibly attractive wasn’t fair.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Quinn,” I told her while she moved her lips to my neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses.
“Thanks.” Her lips trailed down my body until she was at my dick. She looked up at me with those green eyes before her lips wrapped around my cock, making me thrust my hips against her. My breathing became heavier although I tried to hold it in, not wanting Quinn to know just how much I was enjoying her.
My hand found her hair and pulled it, as she continued to suck. Once, I found myself getting close to coming, I pulled her away from my dick, looking into her eyes before I forced a kiss on the beautiful, plush lips. And there was nothing she could do but take it, although she was far from unhappy with it.
“It was supposed to be a one time thing,” I reminded her.
“What will it hurt if it’s a two time thing?” She asked me, biting into that bottom lip which made me lose all control that I’d had.
I flipped her over so she was beneath me and thrust my hard dick into her pussy, watching as her back arched against me, and she let out the sexiest little moan. This was probably the last thing that she had imagined would happen this morning, which was another reason I wanted it so bad.
Last night was supposed to be a one-night thing, and I knew that it couldn’t be more than twice. This would be the only chance that I got to get another taste of her, to feel her against my dick one more time. And there was hardly anything that I wanted more.
My hips were fierce and hard, as they pounded into her, getting her closer and closer to the edge. I could tell she was about to climax by the way her hips were bucking, and her fingernails were digging into me. Was it a bad thing if I actually liked the small bite of pain that it provided to me?
She let out a loud scream, as she toppled over the edge. Once I got her there then I was quick to pump into her faster and find my own orgasm, letting out a slight groan when I did, my head buried in her hair.
All of this had been worth it.
Quinn moved to the side of me and lay beside me, her chest rising and falling continuously. She was tired, and that was something that made me happy. I had exhausted her, and for some reason, I felt proud of myself, as weird as that sounded. I lay beside her, knowing she was, by far, the best woman that I had ever slept with.
For a second, the thought of how many men she’d been with entered my mind before I turned it away. Even if I was curious, it shouldn’t matter to me because it wasn’t like we wanted to be in a relationship. So, her previous sex life didn’t matter to me.
The door began ringing again, and this time I knew that we couldn’t ignore it. I had to get up and let my brother and daughter in. They had been out there longer than twenty minutes after all.
It was a good thing that Klaus had decided to become more insistent and force one of us to answer the door because this thing between us needed to stop. It shouldn’t have happened this morning, and, maybe, it shouldn’t have happened last night. But it had happened, both times, and now we needed to do the important part of the proposition that I’d offered her. We needed to forget about this and pretend that it had never happened.
As much as I wanted to continue, we both knew that it was time for this thing between us to end.
I scooted out of bed and looked around, trying to find where we had managed to throw the clothes. They were all over the place, both of our clothes mixed. Once I finally found them, I picked up Quinn’s clothes and threw them on the bed beside her so that she could put them out and get out of my bedroom. I didn’t want to have to say the words out loud, and thankfully she seemed to get the hint.
Had I not been rushed on time, I would have taken a shower, but instead, I reached into my drawer and grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain t-shirt before slipping them on, feeling Quinn’s eyes on me, admiring me. I didn’t say anything, and even if I had, she probably wouldn’t have been able to hear me because of the doorbell.
I walked down the stairs, not even sending Quinn a look. The doorbell was getting annoying, and when I opened the door, Paige ran inside while Klaus let out a groan before looking at his cell phone.
“It took you half an hour to answer the door?” he asked, looking me over. “Seriously?”
“I was busy,”
I answered.
“With what?” Then he smirked. “Or should I say, with who?” He knew. There wasn’t a doubt about that.
“Shut up,” I snapped and nodded towards Paige. I didn’t want her to hear any of this.
“Daddy!” Paige exclaimed and jumped towards me. I knew that she wanted to be caught and hugged, so I caught her and rested her against my chest, hugging her tight against me just like the way that I knew that she loved. She had her little arms wrapped around my neck and rested her head against my chest. “Good morning.”
“Hi, baby,” I greeted her while Klaus closed the door. “Did you have fun with your uncle Klaus?”
She stretched out her legs which was her way of saying that she wanted to be put down. I set her down, and she grinned at me. “I did!” she exclaimed. “We got ice cream and fast food, which you never let us do!”
I sent a pointed look at Klaus. He knew how much I hated her having fast food, but then again, he did like to do things just to get a rise out of me.
“Well, I’m happy that you had fun,” I told her.
Her attention turned away from me, and I looked to see that Quinn had come downstairs. She had changed into one of my shirts and a pair of her own shorts. Her hair was messy, and she’d attempted to pull it into a bun. My eyes widened when I saw her because she was in my clothes. That would give Klaus a clear picture of what had happened, why he’d had to keep Paige, and why it had taken me so long to answer the door.
Klaus sent me a pointed look this time, and I swallowed. I hadn’t wanted him to know.
“Quinn!” Paige exclaimed and hugged her before she backed away and looked at what she was wearing. “Is that daddy’s shirt?” she asked with her little head cocked to the side. I sighed. This was exactly what I hadn’t wanted. What had Quinn been thinking? Obviously, she had known who would be at the door.
“Have you had breakfast, Paige?” I asked her, and she shook her head. “Then how about you go help Quinn make breakfast?”
“Okay!” She grabbed Quinn’s hand, completely forgetting about the question that she asked. “Come on, Quinn, we’ve got to go.”