About Last Night

I jerked a nod. “Damn right.” I paused a moment then asked, “What do you want to do tonight? I know about the sex, but what about oral? Tell me what you want, Maya.”

Blushing like the heart of a flame, she dipped her chin and responded quietly, “I wouldn’t mind exploring oral. I don’t really know what I like yet, Quinn. I’m hoping you’ll help me find out.” I would. I mentally vowed it. She lifted her face and smiled a small smile. “I like the kissing though.”

She was killing me with the shy smiles and bashfulness. My cock was already ready to roll. Not needing anymore prompting, I lowered my face to hers and caught her full lips in a long, soft kiss. Pulling back to look into her stunned face, I uttered, “Then kissing we’ll do.”

***

Mia

Quinn lifted me as though I weighed nothing and laid me down in the center of the bed.

I bit the inside of my cheek as nerves rushed through me. Kneeling in front of me, he seemed to make a mental decision then nodded to himself. “We should get naked.”

I choked on my tongue, rasping out, “Now? Right now?”

He grinned. “Yes, sweet pea. Right now.”

Pulling my knees up to my chest, I held them there. “I don’t know…”

“Want me to get naked first? Give you some time to get used to it?” This wasn’t said in an arrogant way, more just enquiring.

I swallowed hard and nodded lightly. It would give me time to stall, as well as a moment to see a penis is real life. I glanced down to his crotch and hurriedly looked away. He must’ve seen, because he chuckled. “You can look, Maya. I want you to look. I want you to touch.” His voice turned rough. “I can’t wait to have your hands on me. That’s all I thought about all day.”

Lies. But flowery ones. I tried to ignore the way his words made my stomach flutter. I would accept flowery words, for today only.

Quinn slid off the bed and stood at the foot of it. His fingers worked slowly, unbuttoning his shirt. The more of his broad chest I saw, the more flustered I became. When he reached the last button, I actually gasped.

By God, he was amazing. I could only imagine the hours put into this body. He was akin to a statuesque Greek god forged in bronze.

He jerked his shoulders and the shirt fell to the ground. I watched his long fingers work the button atop his jeans. My eyes lingered over the small trail of hair there, and I clenched my legs together. Hard. With no effort at all, the button came undone. He toyed with the zip and my eyes widened. Mouth dry, my heart raced as he lowered the zipper. Clutching a hand to my chest, I almost wheezed out when the head of his erection sprang free. My body jolted. I slapped my hands over my face and squeaked, “You’re not wearing underwear, Quinn!”

“Never do.” The smooth words washed over me like a caress. Matt Quinn was insanely sexy; I would give him that.

Sitting in the middle of the bed with my dress and shoes on, shaking my head and covering my eyes, I heard, “Maya? Look at me, baby.”

Baby. Shit. That was new. It was new, and I liked it.

“I’m embarrassed.” It was an honest declaration. I had never felt so exposed in my life, and I wasn’t even the one naked!

I listened as padding footsteps walked across the room. The room was suddenly shrouded in darkness. More footsteps, and then from the corner of my eye, I saw Quinn turn on the bathroom light. He pulled the door closed, only leaving a sliver open.

My hands fell from my face. I could make out a naked Quinn, but not enough to panic. The lighting had changed everything for me. It was perfect. He had known exactly what I needed.

Then he was climbing on the bed. Kneeling in front of me, he placed his hands under my arms, pulling me up into a kneeling position to match his. Shifting closer, he muttered, “Better?”

The outline of his body by muted light made him seem like a silhouetted angel. I swallowed audibly. “Much.”

His arms went around me, then suddenly, I was pressed into a very tall, very naked Matt Quinn. A light gasp escaped me, but Quinn caught it with a deep, rough kiss. His erection pressed into my upper belly, mashing into my left breast. The feeling of it pressed against my nipple made me moan into our kiss.

His tongue dipped into my mouth, and mine fought back, dancing with his. His hands at my back slid down, lower over my butt, then lower still until they reached the backs of my thighs. They lingered there a moment before both hands disappeared under my dress, up again to cup the cheeks of my ass.

Quinn groaned and squeezed them harder than I expected. “I want to undress you, Maya. Please let me undress you.”

“Yes,” I rasped, lifting my arms to give him better access.

In one swift movement, my dress was lifted over my head, an arm hooked around my back, and then I was falling. Planting my front to his, Quinn pulled me down with him. We lay side-by-side, facing each other. My eyes, adjusted to the low light, peered up into his. I saw his smile and returned it.

His smile faltered. “I want you to touch my cock.”

I didn’t need further encouragement. I was already turned on. This was Matt freaking Quinn! How could I not be turned on?

But then he added, “But I want you to see it. I’d like to turn the lights back on.”

No! my mind yelled.

He must’ve sensed my hesitation, because he took my hands in his and promised, “Only a little. I can dim the lights, Maya. I just want to see your beautiful body. I want you to see me too.” Releasing one hand, he cupped my cheek and looked me in the eye. “Do you think I would do anything to hurt or embarrass you?”

My answer was immediate. “No.” Because Matt Quinn was not that guy.

“Please.”

My response was a whispered, “Okay.”

He squeezed my hands, pecked at my pouting lips, and then stood, walking across the room. As soon as the lights came back on, I squeezed my eyes closed until I felt the bed depress. My eyes fluttered and I focused on Quinn’s smiling face. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

He gently took me by the wrists and brought them down between our bodies, watching me all the while. My fingers came into contact with something long, hard, and thick.

My mouth gaped. Quinn smirked. It was bigger than I expected. Why on earth would I want that for my first time? I could be a giant turd sometimes.

He guided my hands until they were firmly wrapped around him, my small hands unable to meet around the thickness of him. With his hands over mine, he moved them up and down in slow motion. His breathing shallow, he ground out, “Look down, baby.”

That was not as much a question as it was an order, and it made my nipples bead at the same time my stomach coiled with lust. I looked down.

My skin was pale against him. He was olive. I was alabaster. My hands looked small under his. He worked my hand up and down over his cock and I whispered, “Oh my.”

Oh my, indeed.

He was beautiful. Long and thick and strong. I wanted to play with him, but didn’t know how. When I looked up again, Quinn had closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of my skin on his. I liked that. It gave me a newfound sense of courage. “Quinn?”

He opened his eyes to look at me and watched me under his hooded gaze. “Yes, Maya?”

I stalled a moment before I let out, “Can I please suck your cock?”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Quinn

My response was gravelly. “When you ask me something that nicely, I’ll let you do just about anything to me.”

She blushed, averting her doe-eyed gaze. “I-I’d like to try.”

Shit. She didn’t even need

to ask nicely. I’d let her do whatever she wanted.

Moving slowly, I turned to sit on the edge of the bed with my feet firmly on the ground. I looked back at her and explained, “For a beginner, this will be easier.” I took a pillow from the bed and placed it between my spread legs. Palming my needy cock, I nudged my head. “Come over here, baby. Kneel between my legs. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

She walked around the bed and kneeled by my feet, looking somewhat submissive. My cock jumped in my hand. She spotted it and licked her lips. “Take it,” I ordered. She did. She worked it just like I’d shown her how. “Harder. Faster.” She jerked me just the way I liked.

I looked down at her sweet face, cupped her cheeks, and brought my head down to her. Her hands on my cock, I kissed her hard, pulled back, and then ran my thumb over her pink, swollen lips. “Suck my cock, Maya.”

She swallowed hard then nodded, bringing her head down. I watched carefully, placing these memories in a reserved part of my brain. This was going to be the image I jerked off to. Maya’s lips parted and she pressed them to the tip of my cock, her small tongue darting out to lick me. I hissed.

She pulled back, looking guilty. “I’m sorry!”

I thrust into her hands. “Do it again. That was incredible.”

Looking stunned, she lowered her face and licked me again. My entire body shuddered. That was new.

My eyes closed. “Yeah, baby. Now put your mouth around me. Suck me gently at first.” Her lips surrounded me and I couldn’t remember a time when head was as good as this. I peered down at her and instructed, “Use your hands, Maya. Jerk me while you suck me. Work your mouth up and down. Don’t try to take too much or you’ll gag.”

Oh, man. Maya followed instructions like a pro. She licked then sucked me, making it halfway down my cock, then back up again. Her hands worked me till I was harder than a fucking rock. She became more comfortable, bolder, as she went on. I groaned, my hips gently thrusting into her mouth. Her eyes open, she growled around me, and it vibrated around my cock.