“I need to feel you come, Quinn,” I groan. “Need to feel you come all over my dick, babe.”
She moans, her body arching off the bed, her hips thrusting up to meet mine as we move together, our bodies now covered in sweat, our skin hot.
“Oh god,” she murmurs, her grip on my ass tightening as I feel her start to clench around me. I know she’s close. I can tell by the way her body is reacting.
What I don’t expect is how close it pushes me to the edge or how fucking perfect it feels, being bare inside her. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I can’t get enough. I haven’t even come, and already I want to fuck her again.
“Tell me, Quinn,” I growl, driving my hips harder, faster.
She clenches as she moans, “Yes, god, yes. I’m...”
The rest of her words are lost in the roar I let out as I explode inside her, coming in time with her orgasm, the two of us riding it out together, our bodies trembling and our chests heaving.
“Fuck,” I eventually groan, collapsing on top of her.
I don’t move. I can’t, and from the grip she has on my ass, I don’t think she wants me to. My dick is still buried deep inside her, jerking with the aftershocks of literally the best orgasm of my life.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, not lifting my head, my face buried in the crook of her neck.
She huffs out a laugh, her grip loosening before she slides her hand up my back. “I am fantastic.”
Chuckling, I lift my head, my eyes finding hers. “What we just did was fantastic,” I tell her. “I’ve never come like that.”
“Like what?” she asks, an easy smile on her face.
“That fucking hard,” I say with a laugh. “Fuck, babe, I seriously blew my load just then.”
“Oh my god, Kai!” she squeals, laughing.
“What?”
“Blew your load? What are you, a teenage boy?” she teases.
“No,” I grin, kissing the end of her nose. “But I am your boy toy.”
“Yes, you are,” she says with a laugh.
I kiss her again, slower, deeper this time before I ask, “Does it bother you, our age difference?” I’m pretty sure it doesn’t. God knows her being older than me doesn’t bother me at all. But sometimes I worry that maybe it does for her. Like maybe she thinks I’m not as serious about all of this because I’m six years younger than her.
She leans up, kissing me this time. “No, not at all,” she whispers.
“Good,” I reply, rolling off her as my phone chimes with a text.
“God, I should probably get a new phone,” Quinn groans as I reach for mine, seeing the text from my brother.
* * *
Miles: Dude, shit is blowing up online rn. Love the post she made though. He will be fucking losing it.
* * *
I show the message to Quinn, who groans again, covering her face with her hands. Dropping the phone onto the bed, I pull them away from her face. “You are amazing and brave and fucking beautiful,” I tell her. “He’s not going to win this.”
She blows out a breath, looking up at me. “He’s not going to be happy,” she says.
“No,” I reply with a shrug. “Probably not.”
“He’s probably going to come back here,” she adds. “Fuck, I didn’t think about that.” She turns away from me, her bottom lip between her teeth as she stares out the window.
