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I want to touch him and that’s what I do. I think I want to suck him too but I give myself a reprieve when I see how much I make him moan with just the touch of my hand. Maybe that’s enough for now as I increase my grip and touch him harder. Maybe I should let myself work up to the sucking.
This is so much better with another person, and I am so proud when I finally trip Quinn over the edge. It is the sexiest damn thing I have ever seen, watching him lose it like that. We collapse together afterwards, just a tangle of limbs and warm feelings and lots more kisses.
I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for a night like this with a guy like Quinn. I might not have known that’s what I was waiting for but he’s here now and nothing is going to stop me from diving in with both feet.
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It’s warm and cosy when I finally wake the next morning. I’ve been here in Quinn’s bed enough times now to know where I am, how the soft morning light streams in through his upstairs window, how the magpies and kookaburras sing in the forest behind us, how his pillow is so soft and cosy. That, plus the incredible feel of his arm around my stomach as he spoons me from behind.
I can’t believe I am actually waking up naked with another guy. But I am and he feels amazing.
Last night was pretty much the best night of my entire life. Quinn unlocks so many emotions and feelings in me, feelings that I am now starting to realise I have spent a lot of years suppressing. I think he might have also awakened a bit of a monster because I want a repeat of last night already even though I’m still admittedly exhausted. We spent a lot of time last night getting to know each other’s bodies.
I feel his arm tighten around me as he takes a deep breath, slowly waking. I twist so that I am facing him, pressing up against him in the best way. He is so damn pretty, my Quinn, as he lays there on his pillow, dark hair mussed both from sleep and the work of my hands, those sparkling blue eyes on me. I want to kiss him. I want to drown in him and never come back up for air.
I lean across and place a soft kiss on his lips. I want to deepen it but he pushes gently on my chest and I pout.
“My mum is downstairs.”
“Oh shit. Sorry,” I say, instantly scooting away from him.
“It’s okay,” he grins, reaching for me and pulling me back. “You’re allowed to be here but maybe leave off the kissing until later, yeah?”
“Okay,” I agree. I look at him for a few moments, constantly amazed that someone like him would want to be with someone like me. “Do you mind if I have a shower?” I ask. I’m feeling a little sticky and gross.
“Course,” he says, that crooked smile on his face. “There should be a spare towel in the cupboard.”
“I know where it is,” I grin, climbing over him.
I leave the bathroom door open behind me, last night making me braver. I feel a mix of emotions as I wash off the evidence of last night. Weird I know but I kind of don’t want to forget even a second of it, starting with how amazing I felt when Quinn unexpectedly showed up at my game. Little did I know, that was not even close to what would be the best feelings of the night.
I’m about to shut the water off when Quinn steps into the ensuite. He’s still completely naked and my eyes reliably get sidetracked while he acts like it’s just another normal day. Not for me though. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact I’m allowed to look at him naked. Which I do right now. Freely.
He holds my towel out for me and I step into it, leaving the water running so he can duck in behind me. One day I hope I’ll be able to have a shower with him. For now, I wrap the towel around my waist and then take my time brushing my teeth, one eye on Quinn in the mirror the whole time. I leave my toothbrush in the cup beside Quinn’s, right where it belongs.
I leave him be and step back into his bedroom. I find the jeans I left here the other night, folded on top of Quinn’s wardrobe, and a clean pair of boxers in my sports bag. I wait for Quinn to finish his shower and then ogle him when he drops his towel to pull on his clothes. He turns to face me when he’s done.
“Breakfast?” he asks, eyebrow peaked.
“Yes. I’m starving,” I agree.
“I bet you are,” he grins.
Amy is downstairs in the kitchen when we arrive, and she gives me her usual warm welcome. “I’ve made a hot breakfast for us,” she says as my stomach rumbles. It smells amazing in here.
“Thanks, Mum,” Quinn replies. He kisses her on the top of her head and she pats his cheek. That little pang of jealousy tightens my stomach again before I shove it aside.
“Orange juice?” Quinn asks as he rifles through the fridge.
Amy sets out the three plates on the dining table and I sit on the chair beside Quinn, Amy opposite us. I have just taken a bite of bacon when Amy clears her throat.
“So, are we still pretending this is not a sexual relationship?” she asks, eyes on Quinn and me. I feel a choke start to wedge in my throat, panic rising that we have been caught when Quinn just huffs out a laugh.
“Just say what you want to say, Mum,” he returns easily. My heart is still spinning towards panic stations but the calm way Quinn responds has it settling a little.
“Well, if JT is going to be staying overnight here, I think we need to set some rules,” Amy continues. I definitely choke then. This is so not how I expected this conversation to go. It almost sounds like she’s okay with it.
“Mum, we’re eighteen years old. I shouldn’t have to keep the door open when JT comes over,” Quinn replies with an eyeroll.
