Page 18 of Devil In A Suit, Vol. 2

And it’s true, I do want it. I want him so much I can hardly take it anymore.

He must feel the same, because then he’s pressing more forcefully, and the pain builds to a fast crescendo and then breaks as he slides deeply inside me.

I gasp, and then the pain is gone and it’s replaced by the most intense wave of pleasure—I groan from deep in my throat.

I’m wet and ready and I want him so bad that I arch my back past until his he’s in deep. I wrap my legs around him to hold him close and still, just feeling every inch of him before I realize I’ve forgotten to breath. I heave out a breath, my head thrown back as I moan with pleasure.

When I look up, I see he still hasn’t taken his eyes off me. He begins to move, slowly, lazily, sliding in and out, but still his eyes bore into mine. After a moment I start to move with him, my hips rocking instinctively to help him reach the spot inside me that sends electric sparks all the way through me.

And still, he doesn’t take his eyes off me.

So this is what I’ve been waiting for. Oh my God, it’s everything I wanted and so much more. His body is like the sun, radiating, warming me, electrifying me with his heat.

I feel the pressure begin to build low in my abdomen, the heat and electricity radiating through me. I reach around him, my fingers digging into the firm musculature of his back. His head rolls to one side as he begins to build his speed and intensity, rocking into me hard and fast.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, or maybe I scream it, I can’t tell. In this moment I’m gone. Lost. He’s in me, but I’m lost in him. I toss my head back with the intensity of his strokes, feeling my orgasm growing closer.

“Look at me,” he says. “Look at me.”

And I do. I make my eyes meet his, and I watch him watching me as he fucks me all the way to the edge. When my orgasm finally bursts through me, I clench down on him with every part of my body, holding him to me with my legs and my arms. It’s the only time our gaze breaks, because he drops down and covers my mouth with his, the intensity of his kiss matching the intensity of my orgasm.

My breathing is ragged and my heart pounding when he starts to move again. He leans over and gathers me in his arms, rolling over so I’m on top of him. He sits up so that we’re face-to face, me in his lap, and grasps my hips. He raises me up and then pulls me back down, hard. Over and over. Soon I’m moving with him, bouncing hard on his cock. He begins to groan, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I toss my head back with abandon as I ride him, shocked to feel another orgasm begin to build.

It’s like the dream I had come to life. Only this time, he’s not sending me away.

I’m finishing.

We’re finishing what we started.

“More, Quinn,” he growls, his voice ragged. I know he’s close. The sound of my name in his mouth with me naked on top of him sends me into a frenzy, because I’m close too. I’m close again. I rock my hips into him hard, grinding into his cock, trying desperately to get him deeper, get more of him. I want every inch of him inside of me.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he says. “Come with me.”

“Yes,” I cry as my body starts to unspool. I want to come with him. I’m coming with him.

I can tell the moment he lets go. His muscled body seems to turn to liquid, and he wraps his arms around me like we’re going to meld together. His breath comes in ragged fits and starts, and he holds me down onto him like he worries I could disappear.

Every part of my body feels simultaneously electrified and exhausted. We collapse onto the bed next to one another, panting, our chests heaving. I stare at the ceiling, at the old beams crossing the smooth white plaster and the enormous industrial ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead.

My heartbeat begins to slow, and I start to take stock. Of the twinge of a bite mark on my shoulder. Of the slickness but also the soreness between my legs. Of the knot forming at the back of my hair. At the way that it all just hurts so goddamn good.

Being with Jared is everything I wanted it to be.

I turn my head to look over at him, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a deep, heavy rhythm. He’s not asleep, but he looks like at any second he could be. He looks as if I’ve wrung him out as thoroughly as he’s done to me.

I’m about to look away when he turns his head towards me. His gives me a lazy smile, the first lazy thing I’ve ever seen him do.

“You’re special, Quinn.” He smiles, and it’s a little goofy, and cute—so not like his usual aloof coldness.

And I don’t feel special. I feel dirty and wild and sexy.

I laugh in spite of myself, of my nakedness and what we’ve just done. But then I feel something building in my chest, something else, and without thinking, it pours out. I can’t stop it.

“There’s something I need to tell you. I mean, I want to tell you.”

He pulls back slightly, propping himself up on his elbow. He seems completely unaffected by the fact that he’s naked, so confident he in himself. “Should I be worried?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I say, though I have a brief moment where the enormity of it sits on my chest like a baby elephant, pushing the air out of my lungs. “I just want you to know that this, what we’re doing, is really important to me. It means a lot.” Dammit, Quinn, just say it. “It’s just that…I’ve never done it before.”