Of course he was there. Of course Quentin would think to escape and go to the exact same place I’d thought of. And of course, he somehow sensed I was there and turned around before I could retreat.
He was sitting on a small bench close to the edge of the water, looking out over the pond just like I’d planned on doing. I paused when I saw him, wanting to backtrack and disappear back across the grounds. The last thing I needed right then was for somebody to see us out there in the secluded corner of the property and fuel even more murmurs about us. But I didn’t get the chance. Before I could even take a step back, Quentin glanced back over his shoulder and saw me.
“Hey,” he said. “Trying to hide out, too?”
I let out a short laugh. “Something like that.”
He gestured to the empty spot beside him on the bench.
“Care to join me?” he asked. “We can hide out together.”
Sighing, I walked over to the bench and sat down. At least I’d have someone to talk to that wasn’t going to grill me for details about the ‘fling.’ He already knew the details. He was there for them. All of them.
“So, today has been fun,” I said after a few seconds of silence.
“Something like that,” he said.
“How’s Darren?” I asked.
“Better,” he told me.
We struggled through stilted small talk; the conversation made all the more awkward by my realization of my feelings for him. As much as I wanted to be alone when I got out of the office, and as unhappy as I was initially to see Quentin sitting on the bench, the longer I sat there, the more I realized I was glad he was there. Even with the strange tension and the awkwardness, having him close to me warmed me. The draw to him was stronger now, and no matter what was going on, I wanted him there.
Quentin shifted beside me, and I turned, thinking he might be getting up to leave. Instead, I saw his hand up, reaching out to touch my arm. Without a second thought, I slid across the bench toward him, sighing and melting into his touch.
Our lips met and we stayed there for a moment, basking in the touch of our mouths, the heat of each other’s breath and taste of our tongues as they explored. I found myself grasping the sides of his face, pulling him into me, wanting to press myself into him, to feel his body mold around mine and know I was his and he was mine. I turned my body toward him, and his arm scooped around me, pulling me tightly against him. My breath rose and fell in hitches, the thrill of excitement and passion and taboo, being outside, just beyond the view of the complex, hidden by the small line of trees and the hill leading to the track.
A deep moan came from somewhere in his chest, and I melted into him. The sound of his voice, the hunger and desire in it, was like velvet, and I let it wrap around me, fill my ears with it and let it ring inside my head. I wanted that moan to be the only thing I heard for the rest of my life. It said so much without words. I opened my eyes and pulled back to take him in. His eyes burned into mine, and a rush of adrenaline filled me. I suddenly didn’t give a fuck about anything but this moment, right here, right now. I could tell he felt it, too, and his hand slipped under my ass and pulled me onto his lap.
I straddled him, my dress flowing down over his legs, and I could feel the thick rod of his hard cock straining against the zipper of his pants. Our lips met again, and I ground my hips down, swiveling them and letting him brush against my core and feel how hot and wet my panties were. Another groan rumbled from his chest, and I caught it in my mouth, wanting to swallow it and let it fill my belly with his passion. His hands ran up my back, clutching at me, touching me everywhere his fingers would land, and then they dropped down to slide under my dress. Our tongues lashed at each other as his fingers dug into my ass, pulling me down into him so I could experience how hard he was for me. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate in my excitement and made myself breathe deeper.
Before I could try to move away and gather my bearings, one hand slid over my panties and touched me. All thought of trying to wiggle away left me, and I arched myself toward his touch. Fingers pulled aside the cotton, and his thumb pressed into my clit. He rotated it, circling around and teasing it open. I put a hand over my mouth to muffle a cry as a sudden, powerful orgasm rushed over me just at the touch of his fingers on me. I grasped the back of the bench to hold myself up as my body shook.