Page 18 of Midnight Oil

I reached around her ass and pulled her hard against my mouth. She chirped excitedly as I drove my tongue into her to taste every bit of her sweetness. I gazed up at her as my mouth worked its magic. There was nothing fucking better than Suzy in a dizzying state of arousal. Her head dropped back as she braced herself on her hands. Her long lashes fluttered down and her mouth parted, begging to be kissed, just like her pussy. She contracted her ass to push her pussy tighter against my mouth. I responded by pushing my tongue farther into her, my face smothering against the hot folds and her taut clit. She writhed against the feel of my mouth on her. Every time she moved, silently begging for more, my cock grew harder than rock.

"Oh, Quinn, fuck yeah." She lifted her ass nearly off the counter allowing my tongue to penetrate every inch of her. The soft, drowsy moans coming from her throat were too much. I continued my attention to her pussy

She groaned as I lowered her legs and pulled my mouth from her pussy. She opened her eyes, her lips parted first with disappointment and then with anticipation as I settled myself between her legs. Her hands stuttered across the counter and she gasped as I yanked her forward. Her head dropped back again as I pushed my throbbing cock into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I drove my cock deeper.

Her arms nearly collapsed behind her as her eyes drifted shut. I reached forward with one hand and pushed the t-shirt up above her breasts. I needed to see all of her. I drove in with long, sweeping thrusts.

"I can't get enough of you, baby," I growled as I moved my hips and contracted my ass. I wanted to reach her very core, to let her know that I planned to stay there buried inside of her forever.

A pink blush covered her skin and her nipples tightened to tiny hard buds as her cries of pleasure floated around the kitchen. Her pussy clenched around me, milking me to an orgasm. I continued to pummel her, not wanting the sensations to ever end. Her arms grew too weak to hold herself up against my thrusts. She kept her legs wrapped around me and threw her arms around my neck as her body shuddered and writhed with ecstasy.

As the waves slowed, she crumpled against me. I tightened my arms around her. "Now about that breakfast," I said as I kissed her forehead.

She pulled back and peered up at me. Her pale blue eyes were slowly becoming a permanent fixture in my mind. "Worked up an appetite, have ya?" she quipped.

"I'll say." I gripped her closer. "And she's a saucy little wench to be sure."

Sixteen

Suzy

I'd heard him entering my dining station. It was impossible not to. But I still startled when his arm snaked around my waist. His armor breast plate pressed against me as he kissed the back of my neck. "I love the way you keep the hair up off your neck. Gives me easy access."

"I hate to let you down but I actually keep it up for food sanitation reasons. Not to lure rogue knights into kissing me." I rested my head back, forgetting temporarily that he was covered with metal. I pulled my head forward and rubbed it. "I think I prefer you in the flesh instead of armor." He released his hold on me. I glanced around to make sure no one had seen him kiss my neck. My coworkers were all busy in their own stations, hurrying to get ready for the boisterous crowds about to sweep into the dining areas.

Quinn caught me looking around. "So you've made your mind up," he said. "You're not going to tell anyone about us?" There was a small edge of hurt in his tone.

"First of all, the last thing I want is angry, jealous glares from my coworkers. I also don't want to be trading bedroom stories with any of them."

His face dropped with a slight look of shame. "Good point."

"Plus, we've only been seeing each other for three weeks. This is so new and to be honest, I'm still reeling about it all. Which is partly due to the non-stop mind-blowing sex but it's also because I came right off a long term relationship and I landed straight in your arms."

He took my hand, glanced around and planted a kiss on the back of it. "That's because these arms have been open and waiting for a long time, waiting for you to see that you belong to me."

I stared up at him, unable to hide my feelings. He slowly released my hand. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked.

"No, not really. I want to be yours, Quinn. If you truly mean it, but I don't want to beowned. I realize I've let myself be that person before, never questioning anything Tate said or did. I don't want that. I just want to be loved, unconditionally and forever."

This time he didn't make sure the coast was clear. He took hold of my face and leaned down to kiss me. "I can do that, Suzy Q. I promise," he whispered against my mouth.

His words sounded genuine. They sent a deep curl of hope through me but I needed to stay on guard. I couldn't lose myself to this man yet. There were too many variables, too many cautions to give in to the overwhelming sense of connection I was feeling for Quinn. I knew if I didn't keep my wits about me, I could lose myself to a world of disappointment and heartbreak. And I was in too fragile of a state to let that happen.

I reached up and placed my palm on the side of his face. I wasn't ready to respond to his promise so I switched topics. "If I don't get these pints of ale ready, the diners in the Yellow Knight's section might throw me into the jousting ring."

His mouth turned down for a second, assuring me that he was disappointed in my non-response. Then his magnetic smile returned. "And just how did milady end up rooting for the yellow knight, my sworn enemy, this fair evening?"

"Good sir, you know how excited I get when you talk like a knight." I pressed my body against his, but it was so coated in layers of costume it was a lost attempt at flirtation.

"Then I must say ado"—he bowed—"and wait until later this evening when I can talk dirty in my knight-speak."

I laughed. "Can't wait for that. Not quite sure how that will sound."

He nodded. "That makes two of us." He leaned closer. The scent of his soap was already becoming familiar. It triggered a surge of tingles in my pussy. "Doth—spreadeth thine thighs, milady work?"

I laughed again. "Not sure if ending every word in th is exactly considered medieval English."

"Then I suppose—I will fucketh you until you screameth my good name—is a no go."

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