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Quinn immediately jerks his mouth away from mine with a groan, and I cling to him tighter, the feel of him thick and hard through his shorts pressing into my side, and the soft brush of his fingertips as they teasingly sweep through my wet folds making me see stars.
“Oops,” I mutter, panting as he drops his forehead to mine. “I think I forgot to wear my spanky pants.”
The teasing laugh that comes out of me is cut off with a choked moan, my thighs immediately opening wider on Quinn’s lap, when he slides one of his long, thick fingers inside me.
“Oh God, Quinn,” I pant, my arm around his shoulders tightening, my fingernails digging into his back.
“Again,” he orders gruffly, the slow pull of his finger back out of me making me let out a choked whimper, before I do what he asks.
“Quinn… Quinn, Quinn, Quinn,” I chant softly until I can’t speak any longer when he uses my wetness to circle my clit twice with a featherlight touch, before sinking his finger right back into me again. Pumping in and out with shallow thrusts, he lifts his chin and gently presses his lips to mine before moving away again.
“I feel the need to tell you something before we go any further,” Quinn says hoarsely, my breath coming out faster when he says the same words I said to him in the locker room. I immediately start remembering everything he did to me in that room, his long finger moving so achingly slow in and out of me, the complete opposite of how frantic and hard his cock slammed into me that night, making my need for him climb to new heights as I squirm in his lap, desperate for more. “Walking away from you the other night, knowing I left without giving you any relief, did not make me feel good about myself.”
I whimper when Quinn’s thumb joins in, brushing back and forth over my swollen clit with each slow push of his finger into me, my hips churning against his hand as I squeeze my eyes closed.
He moves his head away from mine to kiss his way across my cheek until his mouth gets to my ear, his thumb moving in tight circles around my clit, while his finger remains deep inside me.
“Did you touch yourself after I left you? Make yourself come with your pretty fingers?” Quinn whispers in my ear, his words making me whimper his name, and my hips move jerkily against him as his arm tightens around my back, holding me closer.
All I can do is shake my head against his mouth still pressed against my ear, listening to his labored breathing each time I moan his name, begging for more.
“Good girl,” Quinn says, kissing the side of my neck as he drags his finger out of me, bringing it up to circle my clit a few times before plunging it back inside me with a second one this time, stretching me wider, making curses and nonsense fly out of my mouth. His thumb quickly circles my clit again, the release I was denied a couple of nights ago working its way back up my body, teetering just on the edge, building, and pulsing, and aching so much it almost makes me want to cry. “If we’re going to do this, you always come first. End of story. I’m not going to be able to focus again until I feel you coming on my fingers and I know I finished what I started the other night. Give me what I need, Emily.”
The whole point of me showing up in this cheerleading uniform was supposed to be so I could seduce him. But with the guttural way Quinn says my name, and when his mouth captures mine in a searing kiss, with his fingers pulling out of me to move the wet pads of them quickly back and forth over my clit, he definitely won this seduction game. I give him exactly what he needs, coming on his fingers, as he expertly moves them between my body. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through me as I rock against his hand, moaning into his mouth as he swallows my cries with his kiss.
The orgasm does nothing to calm my need for him. If anything, it just makes me want him even more. As soon as Quinn’s hand moves out from between my thighs, we’re just a blur of frantically moving limbs as I scramble to straddle him, hiking my skirt up until it’s around my hips, our lips only parting long enough for him to rip his shirt off and toss it to the deck and then practically growl at me that the cheerleading uniform stays on.
With our mouths fused together, we both make quick work of shoving Quinn’s shorts and boxer briefs down just far enough for his cock to spring out, heavy and hard between my legs. My arms fly around his shoulders, a shiver working its way through my body when he groans into my mouth as I kiss him harder, while he quickly works between our bodies, rolling on the condom I conveniently, and hopefully, shoved in my bra before coming over here.
