Tears slide down my cheeks, soaking into his shirt. I almost feel like I could stay here forever and all the crap in my life would just wash away. “Even after everything, I’m still really glad you came to the club that night.”
“So am I,” he says softly. “Want to not think about it for a while?”
I worry my lip with my teeth, building courage. “What’s your suggestion?”
We both know what he’s saying, but I want to hear the words. I want to feel chosen tonight.
Priest’s tongue flicks out and glides over the edge of my ear. “We had to be quiet last time. This time I want to make you come so hard we get a fucking noise complaint.”
“Bedroom?”
“Too far away.” He drops to the floor next to the couch, and the next thing I know, my jeans are somewhere near the breakfast bar and my panties are on the table by the TV. I’m left wearing nothing but my bra and the glittery black tank-top I had on under my loaned motorcycle jacket. “Fuck that’s a nice view,” he growls as he hitches my legs over his shoulders. “I want to swallow you whole.”
I watch in dazed wonder as Priest gets his jeans open and frees his cock while he tongues my clit. The sound of him fisting his cock is so freaking hot. We were in the dark last time, and I was facing away part of the time. Watching and hearing him is a whole new experience.
“Heath…” I whisper, forgetting myself, but the way he groans and flexes his back when I say it makes me think he might not mind it. At least occasionally.
He presses the flat of his tongue over my clit and pulses as his thumb strokes over my hole, dipping just inside every few seconds to tease me. I reach out and pull the tie out of his hair, watching the black strands fall around his shoulders. It feels like a silky curtain, sliding through my fingers.
Adrenaline is a hell of a drug. All that anger had to go somewhere, and it’s mostly pooling between my legs. “Oh! Shit…” I throw my head back and pant. “I’m gonna come,” I gasp.
My climax starts as a soft whimpering thing, building until I’m screaming his name. He drops his cock to grab my hips with both hands and split me open like a watermelon, licking up the juice until there’s nothing left of me but an exhausted puddle. After, I collapse back into the couch, his hair sliding through my grip until the ends fall from my hands.
No thoughts.
“Jesus Christ,” I say, but it comes out mostly as word-shaped air because I have no energy to put into speech.
“Babe, he had nothing to do with it. That was all me.” Priest looks downright smug. He slides a finger through my folds before bringing it to his mouth. “I’m ready for round two if you are.”
“How about round one and a half?” I glance down. His cock is still at full mast, straining for a taste of the relief I just experienced. “Maybe I can help you with that.”
Priest peels his shirt off and throws it aside. “Let me see all of you. It’s a crime to hide a pair that perfect from me.”
Blushing, I strip the rest of the way. I would be more self-conscious, but we’re both naked now, and there isn’t even a hint of judgment in the hungry way he looks at me. He crooks his finger, urging me to scoot forward to the edge of the cushion. It puts my head right on level with his erection when he stands. I look up at him through my lashes and reach out. He’s hot and velvety, a pleasure to stroke.
“I’m not… I haven’t done this much,” I admit. “If I’m doing something wrong, let me know, okay?”
“Fuck, Quinn. It’s your mouth and your hands. You can do no wrong, trust me.”
“Oh, okay.” I never break eye contact as I lean closer and part my lips. With a small, experimental lick, I taste him. It’s different but not bad. A little salty, a little bitter, but mostly just tastes like skin, and the flavor pulls at me in an instinctive way.
His hands thread into my hair as I open my lips and test how it feels to take him into my mouth. I can sense the way he’s holding himself still and struggling to let me take things at my own rate. It makes me feel powerful, especially when I go a little deeper and hear his guttural moan.
Maybe I’m not the most experienced, but Priest has no complaints as I start to bob and suck, experimenting with using my hands and tongue. I draw a deep breath, ready to see how far I can take him.
And that’s when the front door opens.
20
Chapter 20 - Quinn
Priest’s cockfalls out of my mouth so fast you’d think it was poisonous. I dive behind the end of the couch for cover.
He, on the other hand, gets up bare-ass naked, gripping the gun he pulled from his discarded pants. “What the fuck?”
“What the fuck man, chill!” Sinner sticks a hand through the gap of the door and waves it. “Who the fuck did you think it’d be?”
“Knock next time.” He puts the gun away, completely unconcerned that he’s naked and still mostly hard.
