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He presses me up against the glass of the shower roughly and moves behind me. The cool slick surface presses against my cheek as his cock nudges against my ass. His mouth is at the side of my throat, kissing and nipping his way down as one hand wraps around me and dips between my legs. His fingers start to massage my clit, and I start to writhe underneath him, so desperate for more I could cry.
He doesn’t give it to me though. His free hand drops off my shoulder and down my arm. He stretches it over the glass and threads his fingers through mine, wrapping them both around the edge of the glass wall. His cock slips between my cheeks, and he groans as he grinds against me.
“Look at you, Madness. How pretty you are when you’re dying for my cock.” His lips brush over the back of my ear. I open my eyes and see us reflected in the mirror across the room through the foggy glass. “That desperate look you get in your eyes for me. Saw it every time I closed mine and thought of you. Came so many times alone with that image. So much better in person though. So sweet and demure when I’ve got you like this, like you know who owns you.” He pushes his middlefinger inside of me, roughly pumping it in and out, and I rock against him. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
I’m slipping down the glass, bent over and practically begging for his cock when he pulls his hand away. I whimper at the loss of him but he grabs a fistful of my hair and stands me back up again. He wedges me against the glass, and his cock nudges me, but he’s controlled, just teasing me with the tip. His breathing is ragged, short puffs of his breath playing over the back of my neck and shoulder when he speaks again.
37
Quentin
“I needto know I’m the one. I need to hear you say it. Because as long as I breathe, I belong to you. My heart will go out beating for you,” I confess, my heart hammering in my chest.
“You’re the one. You were always the one.”
A ragged breath rips from my chest at that admission because now I’m about to ask her for a thing I don’t know if she’ll be willing to give me.
“Then I want you to end things with A.J. I don’t want to do this in secret anymore. When you leave to go build your empire with Bea, I want everyone to be very clear on the fact that no matter where you are—you’re mine.”
She lets out a shaky breath, and her eyes close. Everything seizes up in my chest and time feels like it hits a standstill. I’m afraid she’ll say no—that she’s gearing up for an explanation of why she can’t.
“Okay. Can I… can I do it after the first game? To give him a chance?”
The way she asks so softly makes my heart melt. She hasn’t spoken to me like this in years. Not since the last time she trusted me to help her make decisions. It’s how I know in my bones that she means it when she says she forgives me, that she wants us.
“Of course. Whatever time you need, we’ll make it work. I know he’s your friend. But I…” I don’t want to sound selfish.
“You want me to put us first. I want that too.” She gives me a small smile, and I kiss her shoulder.
“I love you,” I say the words so softly, I’m not sure if she can hear them over the water. But my heart feels fuller than it ever has.
“I love you too,” she answers easily. “But Quentin?”
“Yeah, Madness?”
“Right now…” Her eyes lift to meet mine, and the fire in them makes everything inside me spark like a tinder to a flame.
“I have a lot of time to make up for.”
She smiles and my hands fall back to her hips. I line myself up with her and wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it and teasing her with the tip. She rocks back against me. Begging me with the way she moves, her hands trailing down the glass, leaving evidence of her desperation.
“Please,” she mutters when I slip over her again.
“Scary how much I need you. How you’re the only one who gets me like this.” I tease her one last time before I take her hard, and she moans out her approval.
“Fuck. Your cock is so good…” she curses, using the glass to balance herself as she counters me. I start to fuck her harder and faster, and she unravels in front of me. Watching her fall apart is one of the most gratifying experiences I’ve had in my life. Rivals everything I’ve ever felt out on a field. Because I know it’s for me. That I’m made for her.
“Glad you approve because it’s the last one you’ll ever get.” I dig my fingers into her hips and take us closer. But I need more from her. I want to watch her fall apart for me. So I retreat, and a muted growl of frustration comes out of her as she looks back at me.
“Quentin…” Her brow furrows, but I turn her around and pull her backward with me to the marble ledge in the shower. I sit down and her eyebrow lifts for a moment before she realizes what I want. She climbs into my lap eagerly, straddling me, and she kisses her way down the side of my neck. I wrap my hand around my cock and another around her ass, helping to guide her way down until she’s fully seated.
“I want to watch you ride me. Watch you fall apart on my cock. So take me like you need me.”
She starts to move almost immediately, bracing her hands on my shoulders and writhing over my cock with shorter more determined passes. She sits back where I can get a better look at her, and her teeth bite into her lower lip. My hands wander. One over her hip and ass and the other between her legs where I use the pad of my thumb to work her clit.
As she fucks me harder, she starts to curse and moan, breathing so heavily that I think she might pass out from the exertion until she cries out, telling me how good I am and how much she loves my cock. The way she grips me when her orgasm hits sends me tumbling over the cliff with her. I lean back against the tile, closing my eyes as I feel myself filling her.
“That’s my girl, taking all of my come in that pretty little cunt of yours. Fuck, Madness. You feel so good.”
