I pushed at his chest. With the armor it was like pushing against a brick wall. "Be gone, Red Knight, so I can get my friggin' work done."
"See you later, Suzy Q . . . preferably naked." He turned around in his unwieldy costume and tromped out of my station in his heavy riding boots.
Seventeen
Suzy
“Are you cool with a little bedroom adventure?" Quinn asked as he stepped out of the shower.
I patted my face dry to rid myself of the sticky scent of medieval dining fare and all around work odor. We had rushed home after work, barely able to keep our hands to ourselves on the entire drive home. I was especially glad Quinn had been behind the wheel and not me when he reached across the console and put his hand under my peasant dress. He deftly managed to make me come without even removing my panties. It probably helped that I'd stayed in a permanent state of arousal as I watched him ride around the jousting arena on his fine black steed. He truly fit the bill of the breathtaking, brave knight with his long hair and finely chiseled jaw. After all the months of watching him perform, admiring him from afar, squelching a bit of jealousy knowing that other women had the pleasure of being seduced by the tall, dark Red Knight, I was thrilled knowing that I would be the woman in his bed for the night. And hopefully many nights after.
I put the towel down and allowed myself the pleasure of watching him dry off his naked body. Every inch of him was spectacular. "What exactly do you mean by adventure?" I asked.
He walked over and circled his wet towel around me to draw me against his body. His cock was already pushing at the t-shirt I'd pulled on. I had grown fond of wearing his oversized t-shirts after work. They were comfortable and they smelled of his soap.
"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Or have you forgotten my family connections to Plaything, 'your pleasure is our business'?"
I leaned forward and licked a drip of water off his chest. "How could I forget when I've been on the receiving end of some of their wonderful lotions and toys. I'm tired from my shift, but I think I could manage energy for a little adventure."
"That's the spirit." He tossed the towel onto the dressing bench and grabbed my hand. I had to hurry my pace to keep up with his long strides as he led me out of the bathroom and across his vast bedroom.
"Lose the t-shirt, milady," he ordered as he walked to the panel in his room that would adjust the lights to a warm romantic glow and usher music from the mostly hidden sound system. He glanced back at me just as I reached for the hem of the shirt. "Hmm, what music should we set our adventure to? Is there any singer whose voice makes you hot and horny, Suzy Q?"
"Well, now that you ask, Eddie Vedder," I said quickly without having to give it any thought. Vedder had always been my favorite.
Quinn pushed a button and Counting Crows came on.
"That's not Pearl Jam," I noted.
"Nope. The last thing I want is for you to be dreaming about Eddie Vedder while I'm fucking you."
"Never took you as the jealous type," I quipped.
"Only when it comes to you, Suzy Q. Why the fuck are you not naked yet?" He stomped across the room to pull the t-shirt off. He lifted my chin and lowered his mouth for a gentle kiss.
"Where are these hidden tricks?" I asked. "Although, I must admit I could stand here in the center of this room and have you kiss me like that for the rest of the night, and I'd be happy with that. Eddie Vedder or not."
"Well, we can kiss in the center of my room another night." His long, muscular legs carried him across the room to the walk-in closet. He disappeared inside and emerged pushing out a large wedge with his foot. It was covered with soft gray leather and looked like something a person would use at the gym. Every sort of vision went through my head as I tried to figure out exactly what our adventure would entail.
I blinked up at him, innocently. I was certainly feeling it. "Are we going to be doing sit ups because I think you'll outperform me there with that six pack."
His mouth tilted cockily up on one side. "No sit ups tonight." He drew two fluffy pink cuffs out from behind his back with one hand and pulled out a satin blindfold and bottle of lotion with the other. "Are you ready?"
I took a deep, steadying breath and was suddenly thankful for the glass of wine I'd had when we got home from work. "I'm ready but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous. Confession time, that blindfold and vibrator on my first night here was about the wildest thing I've ever done on a bed."
"Then this is perfect because we won't be on the bed." His voice trailed off and his gaze grew dark and green, a glazed look I'd seen before and one that sent a thrill through me. That look meant I was about to be taken to the height of passion by a man who could push me over the edge of an orgasm by just whispering dirty words in my ear.
Quinn's arms went around me and he pulled me against him. His cock pushed and nudged my belly, letting me know the adventure had started. His tongue probed my mouth, coaxing a soft mewling sound from my throat and a swirl of hot moisture through my pussy.
I was so lost in his deep kiss, I hadn't noticed the fuzzy cuffs going around my wrists until the last one snapped shut. Each cuff had a leather strap and a metal loop attached to it.
He peeled his hot, hard body away from mine and circled behind me to tie on the blindfold. I startled slightly as his mouth pressed against my shoulder and neck. "God, every damn inch of you is as sweet as sugar."
The silky blindfold made it impossible to see. I was at his mercy, which was exactly where I wanted to be. His warmth left my back and I sensed that he was circling around me again. My right arm lifted, and he tugged me gently forward by the leather strap.
I scooted my bare feet across his plush carpet. After a few steps my shins touched the side of the wedge. The leather was soft and supple against my skin.
"Get down on your knees, milady," Quinn muttered against my ear. "You are about to get the royal treatment."