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The last thing I remember after eating one last bite of pasta, is smiling and closing my eyes.
Chapter Nineteen
Quinn
I go to the shower and barely feel the cold water. I don’t touch myself, I don’t touch anything, for whatever reason, I just shower, dry off, and attempt not to think about Chloe.
Which is basically impossible when the towel runs roughly over my dick, it truly is so much harder than I realized.
A knock sounds on the door. “Go away Chloe, you’re supposed to be resting.”
“I need help though,” she says in such a weak voice that I immediately panic and open the door completely naked, towel dropped to the floor.
She’s in nothing but a long t-shirt, she’s still pale, her hairs in a braid down her back and I’ve never seen anyone so pretty.
“I’m sick,” she states, taking a step into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. She leans her back against it. “Who knows how many times I’ll be able to attempt to seduce a guy who laughs in the face of death?”
I smirk. “Really? That’s what we’re going with?”
“Yup, you’re like your own Puss in Boots.” She seems so pleased with herself I can only shake my head and look away, so I don’t nod my head and walk toward her, my lips leading the way.
“It goes like this.” I press her up against the door. “I kiss you. I screw you. You say nothing. You don’t exert yourself. You do nothing extra…” I drop to my knees in front of her. “You let me serve.”
“Serve,” she repeats, licking her lips.
“You.” I nod. “You let me serve you, touch my dick or any other part of my body, get aggressive or out of breath and I’m putting you to bed and chaining you there in a very non sexy way so you don’t overexert yourself.” I slide my hands up her calves, past her knees, I cling to her thighs, digging my fingers in and slowly spreading her legs wider as my fingers inch closer to her hips. “Deal?”
Chloe’s face breaks out into a wide smile. “So I get served, and what do you get out of it?”
“Hook your right leg around my head and find out.”
Her eyes widen.
I grab her right leg and do exactly that, exposing her core to me. She’s wearing nothing underneath my shirt. I want her so bad. I want her taste. I want her mouth. I want her body.
“Pardon me for a minute.” I smirk up at her. “I’ve got some business to attend do, I mean you only live once.” And with that, I clap my mouth between her legs and suck. I twist my tongue against every inch of her, feeling her heartbeat in the best way possible. Her hands grip my hair. She tugs at me the way I shove my tongue inside her.
Her left knee goes weak as she collapses against my head. I pin her to the door with my left hand, keeping her there. “You’re close.”
“You’re too good at this.”
“I’m good at everything.”
“Did you forget the bungee—oh shit—“ She exhales and starts moving her hips.
I pull back. “What was that again? Care to change your answer?”
“Go!” she yells, forgetting her promise. “Please.”
“Come, I think is what you meant, but okay. I’m down.” I laugh at my own joke. “Get it? Now calm the Hell down so I can pleasure you then put you to bed.”
She smacks me on the side of the head with her left hand.
I laugh and get back to work, but really, is it work? No. It’s my pleasure. My priority. My girl. “Relax and let me taste you.”
“Relax.” She repeats, her body actually tensing around me, her legs getting closer and closer to holding my head in a vice I wouldn’t mind dying in. “I can’t relax when your mouth is on me, when you make me feel…” Her head hits the back of the door. “Feel—“
My tongue slides in and out, I add my fingers and all is lost when she bucks against them and then collapses against me, her body limp. I’m almost worried until she slowly pulls away and sinks to the floor, looking up at me like I just gave her the world.
