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“Fuck, I love the way you sound.”
Another brush of this thumbs and this time it’s less gasp and more of a cry as the edge of desire sharpens.
Quinn’s eyes lock with mine and again, I get that crazy sense of connection. Like he knows how bad I want him—how this thing is so much more than physical.
His mouth crushes over mine and what comes next is nothing short of savage. My legs lock around his waist and his tongue thrusts deep and hard between my lips. I roll against him, moaning at the feel of his cock, steely between my legs.
We get half his shirt off and my bra ends up on the floor beside his shoes. He looks down at my tits pressed against his chest and groans like he’s in pain.
“In my mouth,” he grunts as I go weightless for the second it takes him to pop me up higher against wall, somehow hooking his arms under my knees so my boobs are in line with his face.
Giving me the sexiest look I’ve ever seen in my whole life, he pulls his bottom lip through the clasp of his teeth in a way that has me squirming for more.
He licks at the side of one breast and then scrapes his teeth over the other before covering it with his mouth. Suction, warm and wet, assaults me as he pulls greedily at my sensitive flesh. It’s too much, too good, but not even close to enough.
I pull at his hair to stop him. “Down,” I pant, barely recognizing my own voice.
Those sea-green eyes are hazed with sex and filled with focus as he slowly lowers me, ensuring the spread of my sex and breasts run against his body the whole way.
When our faces align, he slips his tongue past my lips to rub against mine, giving me slow teasing thrusts until my feet reach the floor.
Then pressing a hand to his chest, I sink down to my knees.
Heat flares in his eyes, but he’s shaking his head, trying to pull me back up.
A threatening growl slips free of my throat as I bat away his hands. “Let me.” I want to taste him. Lick him. Drive him wild.
He plants his hands on the wall above me, watching with his head bowed as his suit pants hit the floor, the belt making a heavy clank.
I can barely pull a breath, he’s so incredibly sexy standing over me like this. His shirt hanging from one arm and his tie is still looped around his bare neck, white compression underwear straining around his jutting cock and hugging his massive thighs.
But it’s the look in his eyes as he watches me that has that pool of need churning within me. I work his shaft free, sliding my fingers around as far as they’ll go. He’s thick and wide, silky soft and steely hard.
His breath catches above my head, but my focus is lower. I want him in my mouth, my tongue sliding over that warm, taut skin.
I pump him once, twice, reveling in the way he quakes above me. I may be caged in by his body, but if control was something I was after, I don’t think I’ve ever felt the rush of it more than in this moment.
My tongue flicks across his skin, and it’s so good, I hum with pleasure as I draw him in.
“George,” he chokes out in some combination of pleasure and pain.
He’s bigger than the other men I’ve been with. Wider and longer too. I’ve never been a huge fan of giving blowjobs, but with Quinn, it felt like the world was going to end if I didn’t get his cock in my mouth. If I didn’t taste him. Feel him rubbing against my tongue as I take him as deeply as I can. Admittedly, it’s not very deep. But it’s enough to have his salty essence on my tongue, to feel the way this kiss makes him quake and shudder, and gives me the sense that it’s Quinn’s last grasp at holding on to some control.
God, it’s so hot.
I hum again, and this time Quinn rocks his hips back, pulling free of my grasp with a gravelly curse.
“Not gonna last,” he growls, sinking to his knees in front of me. Pulling me back into his arms, back into his kiss and the tempest of need between us.
We’re rocking together, my soaked panties the only barrier to penetration.
“Need you,” I whisper as he slides against the point of give between my legs. I know we need protection. But I can’t help myself from pressing into that tease the littlest bit more.
It’s too much.
Too close to what we both need.
We pull apart, breaths ragged.
