Losing It

Is this good?

Good doesn’t begin to describe it.

“Is what good, angel?” I ask.

“My reaction.”

“That what you feel?”

She nods. “It seems so… loud.”

“Loud is good.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes blink open. Fix on mine. “Not too much?”

“There’s no too much.”

“Oh.”

“Louder is better.” I bring one hand to her back. Press my palm into the space between her shoulder blades. “Louder means more.”

“More?”

I nod. “Louder means you feel so fucking good you can’t contain yourself.”

She nods, attentively, like she’s making a mental note.

It’s weird.

Hot.

I can’t remember the last time anyone paid this much attention to me.

Or gave my word this much weight.

Or looked at me like I mattered.

Nobody has ever looked at me the way she does.

“You don’t have to play it up,” I say. “But don’t hold back either.”

“Noted.” She brings her fingers back to my shoulders. Drags them over my skin with a soft touch. “I want to touch you too.”

“Not yet.”

“When?”

“I’ll guide you.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” I tilt my head up to kiss her. “Need to torture you more first.”

Her pupils dilate.

It’s tempting, making her come first.

But I’m not sure I can survive all her groaning.

I need some hint of stamina if I’m going to teach her actual technique.

Her lips part.

My tongue slips into her mouth.

My fingers curl into her skin.

She groans against me.

Rocks her hips.

Drives me out of my fucking mind.

I break our kiss. Bring my lips to her neck.

A soft kiss to start.

Then a harder one.

She moans as I suck on her tender skin.

“Fuck.” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Wes—”

“Yeah, angel?”

“Keep doing that.”

“Harder?” I mumble into her neck.

“Try it.”

I suck harder.

Her groan gets louder.

I scrape my teeth as gently as I can.

She claws at my chest. “Yes.”

I try a little harder.

She groans.

Harder.

She yelps. “Too much.”

“Like this?” I dial it back.

“Mmm. Yeah.” She rocks her hips, rubbing her crotch against mine. “What if I come from this?”

Fuck, if she keeps doing that, I might. “You never dry humped in high school?”

She shakes her head.

“That’s what you’re doing.”

“I am?”

“This—” I bring one hand to her hip. Pull her toward me so she’s rubbing against my cock. “Fuck, angel. You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“No. I just… I want to touch you this time.” Her voice is eager. In a sexual way. And a curious way. Like she just learned how to do her first tattoo and is dying to try again.

“Climb off my lap.”

“Oh.” She takes a seat on the cushion next to mine.

Fuck, I already miss the warmth of her. The weight. I always thought I preferred it on top, but there’s something about Quinn’s body over mine—

There’s something about Quinn, period.

I need all of her.

Her eyes meet mine. “So…”

My balls tighten. Her nerves are adorable, but I have to use my fucking head here.

I have to find some scrap of conscious thought.

“Don’t go straight to the cock.” I wrap my hand around her wrist. Bring her palm to my chest. “Gotta make a guy feel like you want him, not his unit.”

“That makes sense. I do want to touch you, everywhere. Not just your… cock.” She stumbles over the word like it’s the first time she’s said it.

Even so, hearing cock spill from her lips.

My balls tighten.

Quinn drags her hand down my stomach.

Pleasure floods my senses.

“I like touching you. A lot.” She leans in to press her lips to mine. Softly. Then harder.

My body takes over.

I kiss back. Slide my tongue into her mouth. Swirl it around hers.

Her hand glides down my torso.

To the waistband of my boxers.

“Put your palm flat against me,” I say. “Over the boxers.”

She does.

“Focus on the tip. Start with a little pressure.”

She rubs her palm over my boxers, pressing the cotton against my cock.

It’s featherlight. I can barely feel it.

But what I can feel—

Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I was this ready.

“Harder.” My eyelids flutter together.

She rubs me a little harder.

Harder.

There.

“Fuck.” I reach for her. Find her leg.

My fingers trail over her inner thigh. I need to touch her. To make her come. To drive her out of her mind.

After.

I can’t distract her.

“When do I…” Her eyes meet mine. “How do I know to go forward?”

“Depends how badly you want to torture me.”

“Mmmm.” Her breath gets soft. Needy. “I like the sound of that.”

Me too. But I can’t handle it today. “Or if I ask you for more.”

“Begs me for more.”

“Fuck, angel, I have to watch you.”

She nods. “That, um, that could be interesting.”

Hell yes. “After this.”

“Oh?”

“I’m going to make you come after this. We can go to the bedroom. So you can watch.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “Should we go now?”

“Fuck no.” My fingers curl around her wrist. I move her hand enough to grab the waistband of my boxers.

“You need me to make you come?”

My balls tighten. “Yeah.”