Page 78 of Fast Break
“How can I possibly say no to that kind invitation?” I grin, stumbling only slightly when he tugs on my tie and his lips meet mine. He kisses me while his hands move up to loosen my tie, breaking the kiss to pull it over my head. He goes straight for my shirt buttons next while I try to keep my head and unbutton his shirt far less methodically or successfully as him.
We pull back as he parts the two halves of my shirt while we laugh at the mess I have made of his, but it hardly matters. Quinn backs me into the ensuite, pushing me up against the vanity as he easily slides my pants and boxers down my legs. I don’t know how he is always so classy and sexy at times like this while I am just a bit of a mess but the way Quinn is looking at me tells me he doesn’t mind.
The end result is the same anyway when we’re both finally naked and Quinn is pushing me under the hot water in the shower. He is right there with me, his skin slick as his tongue plunders my mouth and he sets me on fire.
Quinn produces a bottle of lube from nowhere and uses it to slick up his fingers before pressing one inside me. I’m not prepared for the invasion, but I will myself to relax as Quinn starts sliding in and out of me. I’m quickly reminded how much I love this as his touch shoots me to the stars.
“Holy hell, Quinn” I groan, dropping my head to his shoulder.
“I can’t wait to be in here,” he tells me, making me whimper again.
“Fuck me, Quinn,” I pant. “I need you.”
“I will. Not in here though,” Quinn replies, shutting down the water. He throws a towel at me and we both hurry to dry off, discarding the towels on the floor before we are back on each other, needing as much of our bodies in contact as possible, still slick and wet.
We end up on Quinn’s bed, my boyfriend hovering above me looking like all my dreams come to life. He toys with me a little longer, kissing down my body, sucking my nipples until I am gasping. Who knew I would be so sensitive there? He just smiles at me, that smile I love so very much as he leans down to kiss me just before he presses inside me.
The sting of pain comes for me briefly, but Quinn is so patient with me, just like our first time. “You alright?” he asks, gaze full of love as his fingers trail up my thigh.
“I’m good, Quinn.”
It doesn’t take long for the burn to subside, and I am left with nothing but the purest and sweetest pleasure as my boyfriend starts to move in me and shows me how good we are together.
I am certain I will never, ever get enough of being with Quinn like this, of the feeling of his body on mine and him deep inside me. I feel like I was made for him, that he was made to fit me just like this. He seems to know exactly what I need and how to give it to me too. It’s not long before he finds that magic spot inside me—the one that all too quickly has me shooting to the moon like an exploding rocket, him not too far behind him.
Afterwards we lay side by side, both of us breathing in air to reinflate our lungs. That was just as good as our first time, better even if that’s remotely possible as I try to piece back the parts of me that he shattered all over the bed.
“You alright?” he asks again, gaze travelling down my body.
“What’s the word for being so completely great there’s no earthly meaning for it?” I murmur, realising my brain is still a little hijacked to bliss.
Quinn huffs out a laugh as he presses kisses along my neck. “I don’t know but I’m right there with you, baby.Jethro.”
I love the way he says my name. I have never liked that word coming out of anyone else’s mouth in my entire life but when Quinn says it, I literally go weak at the knees.
“We need to do that again. Immediately,” I add, turning my head to face him.
“I would love to oblige, JT, but I’m almost certain my mum will be home any minute.”
“Dammit. Why is finding time to have sex so hard?” I groan.
“Because we’re both still teenagers at high school who live at home with our parents?” Quinn snorts. I finally hear his words, and I start laughing too.
“Too much truth in that.”
“Don’t forget we have all of Friday night together. No basketball games until next season starts.”
“So what I’m hearing from you is we can have sex all night on Friday night?” I perk up.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he grins back.
“But that’s like three days away. What am I supposed to do until then?”
“I think you’ll just have to deal with it like I’ve had to do with you for the past few months,” he chuffs.
“Okay, I guess that’s kind of fair. Except for how you never told me how good sex would be. And you were all aboard theslow downtrain, so this is kind of your fault.”
“Guilty. But I wouldn’t change it, JT,” he replies, serious eyes on me. “I wouldn’t change a thing about the past few months. I love that love came for us before sex. Everything is perfect. You’re perfect.”
