Extraction Point (Ricochet 3)

Quinn was so happy she wanted to scream. She went from completely alone and depressed, to having Rick in her apartment kissing her senseless. His large, warm body pressed her down onto the couch cushions as their tongues twisted and tangled together. The scent of his skin surrounded her, made her feel safe in his embrace.

Home.

That’s what it felt like. She was finally home after being adrift since her father died. Quinn found someone worth being with, worth making a life with, and she wasn’t going to let him go. She was tired of worrying, tired of running, just goddamn sick and tired of not being happy. That’s what Rick did for her— he made her happy.

She groaned as his hips thrust against hers, his hard ridge pressing between her legs. “I need you so much,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her ear.

Quinn threw her head back as he trailed his mouth down the sensitive skin of her neck, biting and licking as she writhed with pleasure.

“Never gonna let you go, doll.” Rick’s words were making her beyond hot. The unrelenting, rhythmic grinding combined with his talented mouth on her skin had hormones exploding inside her within minutes.

“Rick—”

“I know, doll. I know. I’m going to do all sorts of filthy things to your body tonight. Gonna make you feel so good.” His hips thrust against her harder, making his voice hitch. “Shit… I want it to last. Want to be inside you all night long.” Rick’s wet nips and kisses brushed over every responsive spot on her throat.

Kiss. Thrust. Bite. Thrust.

Quinn thought her eyes were going to roll back in head the sensations were so overwhelming. “Please.” She hated begging, but at this point, she’d do anything to have Rick inside her. Her skin was electrified, like a live wire humming with energy.

Rick stood up, leaving Quinn cold without his weight on top of her. “Bedroom,” he whispered, holding out a hand.

She wanted to grab it and yank him towards the bedroom as fast as possible. Instead, Quinn somehow managed to control the impulse and let Rick lead the way.

Once they reached the bed, they attacked each other’s clothing, unbuttoning and pulling off articles until they came together, skin on skin.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” His mouth crashed over hers again, his insistent tongue driving inside. Quinn had never been kissed like this, not by anyone. It was sweet but rough, kind but possessive— she never wanted it to end.

Screw breathing, it’s entirely overrated.

A floaty, lightheaded sensation overtook her mind. By the time they separated, both gasping for breath, she would have agreed to do anything Rick asked. Anything.

Gently, he crowded Quinn until she fell back on the bed, spread out wantonly on the sheets.

“God, you’re so gorgeous. I can’t decide what to do to you first.” Rick ran his calloused hands up and down her legs, licking his lips as if Quinn were a buffet, waiting to be tasted.

“Do anything… something… I don’t care.”

Rick climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. His hands moved up to caress the sides of her torso, lightly brushing over her breasts. Quinn moaned shamelessly, arching her back up into his touch.

“Anything?”

Quinn met Rick’s gaze and her breath caught. Yes, he was stunningly beautiful— his tan skin smooth, rippling over his hard muscles. His lips were swollen and damp and his thick dark hair thoroughly mussed. But it was those eyes— those expressive turquoise eyes, the color of the Caribbean Sea, that captivated her. Quinn could see so much in his eyes— love, lust, desire, strength, protection— she saw a partner that would always be there for her, no matter what the cost.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, reaching up to thread her fingers into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. Quinn pulled herself up so she could taste his golden skin, licking a line up his throat to his mouth. The perfect salty-sweet flavor of Rick exploded on her tongue.

“Yes,” he hissed against her mouth. Rick moved forward as Quinn fell back onto the bed, their lips still fused together as one.

This was where Quinn felt calm, where she could lay to rest all of her fears, all of her worries. With Rick’s hard, heavy body on top of hers, she could let go and just feel. When his hot length slid inside her, Quinn nearly bucked off of the bed. The only thing keeping her from fracturing to pieces immediately, was the slow, torturous strokes Rick made, moving until he was almost all the way out before sliding back in until their hips met.

“Faster, more…” Quinn loved the drawn out friction, loved the intimacy of Rick staring into her eyes as they made love. But her body was practically vibrating with need. She was so tantalizingly close, yet that blissful peak was staying at arms length.

“I love you, doll.” Rick devoured her mouth as his hips sped up. His tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, mimicking the fast strokes of his cock.

“God, yes!” Her cries were muffled by another deep kiss. Rick swallowed her moans until his own pleasure became too much.

“Fuck… oh my god, Quinn… I can’t.” His head dropped to her shoulder. His hot, fast breaths gusting over the sensitive skin of her neck and ear. The fast pace was quickly driving Quinn to the edge.

“Rick! Yes, oh god, oh god…”