Page 26 of Chasing Temptation
Her eyes flick to mine, but unlike what I’m expecting, there’s no hesitation in them. Finally, she reaches for me and wraps her slender fingers around my solid length. My hips buck from the sofa and I groan. It’s a mixture of delight and pain, but thankfully from the way her eyes shine with achievement, she only hears the lust.
“Fuck, Quinn,” I moan as she slowly moves her hand up and down. I’ve not come since we were in Stratford. I was fucking desperate after we were interrupted by Erica, but I told myself that the next time I got off, it would be at her hands because I was determined to ensure that things were far from over between us—whatever it took—when I saw her again. I just never could have imagined the situation that was about to unfold.
“So fucking good.”
She leans forward and licks the tip of my cock. I damn near come on the spot.
“Jesus.”
Running her tongue around the top, she then lowers her mouth down my length. Threading my fingers into her hair, I help to guide her. My balls draw up all too soon and tingles erupt in the base of my spine.
“Quinn, I’m gonna—” I don’t get a chance to finish my warning because she takes me right to the back of her throat and I explode.
My chest heaves, my body tingling with the aftershocks of my release, but as it begins to fade, the pain begins to make itself known once again.
My hand moves to rest on top of my fresh bandage. Quinn follows its movement and the blood drains from her face.
“Shit, did I hurt you?”
“It was so worth it.”
“Fuck.” She jumps up from her spot perched on the edge of the sofa and backs away like being close to me might be causing me pain. “Have you had your meds yet?”
“No. How about I take them, we wait an hour, and we can crack on with round two?” I lift a brow in the hope she agrees, but when hers pull together I know it’s not going to happen. Shame, I could really do with being inside her right about now.
She rushes over to the bag she got the bandage from and pops out the pills I need before bringing them over with a fresh glass of water.
“What do you fancy for breakfast?” I open my mouth to respond, but I don’t get a chance to say anything. “Don’t say me. It’s not happening. Not until you’re healed.”
“Spoil sport.” I sulk.
