Locked & Loaded (Ricochet 1)

Fuck.

He was so caught up in this girl that he forgot about his scars. Her eyes wandered slowly back up his body, finally meeting his with a heavy, shamelessly needy stare. The scars don’t bother her? She’s not going to ask? If Quinn wasn’t going to mention the scars, neither was Rick. It wasn’t something he talked about with anyone. Ever. Usually, he was fucking a no name stranger in a dark room, so his scars never came up.

Quinn writhed on the bed and moaned, spurring Rick’s attention back to the present. “Are you going to stand there all day?”

God this girl completely annihilates my concentration.

He tore open the condom and quickly rolled it on, lowering himself back over her lithe body. Rick nearly came just from the feel of her hot skin sliding against his. Even the familiar tight pull of the scars on the back of his leg didn’t lessen the pleasure.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good.”

W

hen Rick dipped his head to taste her mouth again, Quinn responded— more frantic, hungrier than before. Her hips jerked and lifted off the bed, rubbing against Rick’s sheathed cock. The contact forced a huff of air out of his lungs. “You’re going to make me lose it if you don’t stop doing that, doll.”

Quinn’s eyes narrowed on her gorgeous flushed face. “What are you waiting for then?” The challenge in her words was playful but flat out fucking hot.

Rick stilled, his heart thumping loudly in his ears. “You. I’ve been waiting for you,” he admitted in another moment of weakness that he’d certainly regret.

He dropped his forehead to her shoulder and slipped his hand between them, lining himself up with her slick opening. Slowly, he pushed in. His breath stuttered against Quinn’s neck when the head of his cock breached her tight pussy.

Right then and there, Rick knew this was different… she was different. It was as if he had lived his entire life tense and stressed out, and now he was given permission to relax, to submit to the feelings he had held back for so long. The revelation was so powerful, Rick had to hold still or he would lose it before they even began.

“God— shit, doll. I’m not going to be able to hold back for very long.”

He ground his teeth together, desperately trying to rein in his impending orgasm. The tightness in his balls told him he wouldn’t have long. Desperate, he reached down to squeeze the base of his dick, hard. Rick felt the impending wave of release subside to a pleasurable ache.

He looked at Quinn as she bit her lower lip, her eyes glazed over and her chest rising and falling rapidly. Rick didn’t think he had ever seen anything more erotic in his life. Slowly, he thrust his hips forward, pushing inch by inch, taking his time to revel in the tight heat, to listen to Quinn’s soft whimpers, pressing gradually until his entire cock was buried deep inside her. The gripping, wet heat that wrapped around his sensitive flesh was enough to wipe his mind clean.

“Please, Rick.” Quinn panted between words, her hands clutching at his muscular shoulders. “Move. Do something, anything, fuck me!” Hearing Quinn’s sweet voice utter such a filthy demand spurred Rick into action.

Unable to form a rational thought, Rick let pure instinct take over and began to move— sharp, deep thrusts he used to create a rhythm that had them both moaning and grunting shamelessly. In the span of a few minutes, the pleasure went from merely mind-blowing to holy-shit-I-can-die-happy-now.

“Jesus, oh god, fuck, fuuuuck…” he muttered a string of expletives and braced his knees on the mattress as he drove them closer to their goal.

Quinn’s hands slid up and down Rick’s taut arms as he braced them on either side of her head. His sensitized skin reacted to her touch, sending a crackle of electricity down his spine, coiling, building in intensity in his groin. He pounced on her swollen mouth again, licking her lips and plunging his tongue in and out fiercely, fucking her mouth as he fucked them to the sweetest, most intense pleasure he’d ever known.

She whimpered, skimming her fingers down his sides until they dug into his backside as he devoured her mouth. Quinn gripped his firm ass, pulling Rick further forward with each snap of his hips, helping to drive his cock deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Even though she had been loud in her vocalizations and the moment was hotter than any he had ever experienced, his name came out as a reverent whisper on her lips, a quick breath against his mouth as she crashed over the edge. “Rick.”

Then Quinn detonated, her entire body stiffening beneath him. She cried out as her short nails dug into the smooth skin of his ass, gripping the hard muscles. He felt her contract around his cock, the tight spasms propelling him right over the edge with her.

Rick choked on a gasp as the pleasure that had been building in the base of his spine exploded from deep inside him. With a loud roar, Rick let himself go, spilling into the condom as he drove through Quinn’s orgasm into his own toe-curling release.

Exhausted and elated, Rick’s arms gave out, too tired to hold his body up any longer. He collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of Quinn, both of them panting, struggling to catch their breath. Not wanting to crush her small frame, Rick rolled over, pulling out and quickly tossing the condom to the floor.

Lying next to Quinn on the bed, he pushed his arm under her shoulders and scooted over until she was curled up next to him. It surprised Rick that he wanted to “cuddle”. He didn’t do cuddling, or feeling, or sleepovers for that matter, but he wanted them all with Quinn. Hell, he wanted everything with Quinn, and that scared the fuck out of him.

Quinn’s fingers drew light circles on his chest. He could feel her soft, warm breaths against the side of his neck. Rick pressed a small kiss on the top of her head, inhaling the addictive fragrance of her hair.

“You okay?” he asked, worried that Quinn would regret what just happened.

“I’m good.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Who the hell have I become? Cuddling? Talking about feelings?