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- Quinn -
I woke up with my arm wrapped around Maddy, her naked body curled against my chest. The room smelled of sex, and her brown hair was strewn across the pillow so I could see the smooth dip of her delicate neck. Part of me wanted to pull away to make it clear that I wasn’t a cuddler, but my body, which woke as soon as I registered the woman in my arms, had different ideas.
“Are you awake?” she whispered, turning her face for a moment so I could see the silhouette of her slightly perky nose and the outline of her soft lips, all of which had an ethereal glow under the warm light that filtered through the orange curtains.
“Nope,” I answered, hugging her against me. “Still dreaming.”
A lazy smile lifted her cheeks before she faced forward again, settling into my arms like she liked it there. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for us to lie together like that. A knot clogged my throat when I realized I didn’t know what was supposed to happen next. We’d skipped too many steps, and I’d let her be the exception to so many rules. It was one thing to fuck your best friend’s little sister, but to spoon her? This was starting to feel like betrayal on not just a physical plane, but an emotional one, too.
Yet no sooner had I decided the best move was to play this off like a casual hookup than I felt Maddy back up against my morning wood. “What happens next in your dream?” she asked, letting my cock settle between the smooth cheeks of her ass.
I closed my eyes and struggled to keep my breath measured. We’d used condoms last night, and I’d even brought a box of them into her room, but there was no denying how good it felt to have the sensitive flesh of my swollen length against her bare skin.
“And don’t say we play a little game called Just the Tip, just to see how it feels.”
I reached under the covers and forced my dick down, pointing it between her thighs and sliding forward until it was wedged between them. “I would never torture you that way.” I rocked my hips slowly and brought my lips to her temple. “You can have it all,” I whispered, imagining myself inside her. “Every time.”
She spun her upper body to look at me, the hope of release written all over her face. “I’m still sore from last night,” she confessed, her brows drawing together.
“You could be more sore,” I said, my need for her turning my voice into a growl. “But I’ll be gentle.” Warm desire dripped from her inviting slit, icing the top of my dick with her arousal.
Wordlessly, she reached for the box of condoms on the nightstand and offered me one along with a glance that was so full of trust I almost forgot this was just about sex. About bodies. About making each other feel good.
I tore the package and slipped it on, my cock surging at the way she whimpered when I pushed inside her. The sound was different from the one she made last night when she was coping with the shock of my length and girth. This noise was an invitation, a reunion. A sound that gave away how much pleasure she derived from stretching around me.
Once I was buried inside her, I pulled her top leg over my hip so I could reach her pink bud with my fingers, and I began crushing it in slow circles that I knew would bring her to the brink.
Her clenching body fit me better than my favorite baseball mitt, and the moans she elicited at my touch were melodic. I couldn’t tell whether it was her tight pussy getting me off or the knowledge that I was making her feel good, and the absurd thought startled me. It was one I’d never had before, but I couldn’t deny it. Her pleasure was my pleasure.
The realization made me feel like a man in a new, unfamiliar way, a way I liked as much as I feared. A way I wanted to both explore and run away from. But there was no outrunning the orgasm that was mounting inside me as I forced myself deep in her center over and over, her tightness stroking me like her pussy was starving for the load I was ready to feed it.
When her back started arching like a coiling spring, I knew she was close, and I kept the pressure on her clit as I buried my face in her hair, my need to feel her come undone mounting by the second. “Pour over me, Maddy,” I whispered, my breath hot against the back of her neck. “Give me everything.”
She cried my name as she jerked in my arms, and I gripped her hips and came with her, fucking her orgasm into a million pieces when it tried to smother my cock.
Once I’d given her everything, I collapsed behind her, and we lay still and silent for a few minutes while we caught our breaths. On some level, I wanted to know what she was thinking, but by the way her warmth was pulsing around me, I suspected I knew plenty about her feelings in that moment.
When she pulled away and rolled over, the look of smug satisfaction on her face satisfied every sweet tooth I had. “That was nice,” she said, her voice taking on a sleepy, dreamlike quality.
“Oh good,” I joked. “I was going for nice.”
Her sparkling eyes sprang into little crescents, and despite the warmth in my chest, I couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that things were moving too fast. Like a runaway train right before it crashes.
She broke her gaze from mine, slipped out of bed, and left, presumably to go to the bathroom, though she didn’t say. And I didn’t care either. I was just grateful for the eyeful of curves I got as she walked out naked, her plump butt cheeks bouncing with every step.
I tossed the condom in her wastebasket, and as I was slipping back under the covers, her phone lit up and buzzed across her nightstand. I knew I ought to get up, put some clothes on, and try to regain some semblance of composure, but I was still light-headed from my orgasm and not quite ready to spring into action. “Maeve called,” I said when she came back in the room in a short, terrycloth robe.
Her face fell. “What did you say?”
A thousand crude comebacks splashed across my mind. I invited her to join us next time. Said you were a fantastic lay. Asked if she could send more condoms. Asked if she knew your favorite sexual position. Told her you couldn’t come to the phone because your mouth was full. “I told her you were adequate.”
Her eyes rolled to the ceiling as she reached for her phone.
“I didn’t answer it,” I admitted. “Obviously.”
“Oh shit,” she said, a hand clutching her forehead as her eyes danced across the screen. “I have to go.”
