Page 49 of Topping the Jock
He answered me with a kiss that damn near took the breath from my lungs.
Quinn wasn’t much of a talker. With words anyway. He sure as hell told me a lot with his body, though. We came together with a kind of desperation that went beyond any lust I’d ever felt before. Hard kisses. Groping touches. Teeth grazing over soft skin. After he prepped me, Quinn took me hard and fast. I clawed his lower back and stared up at him.
His hair fell into his eyes as he pounded into me, our gazes locked as he took us higher and higher.
“More,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
He wrapped his hand around my neck, pressing his thumb against my pulse point as he fucked me. “You aren’t gonna come already, are you?”
“I’m just gettin’ started.”
He smiled before his mouth slanted over mine, and he kissed me softly. It was a contrast to the rough way he was treating my body. Not that I minded rough sex. He could go even harder if he wanted to.
“God, you feel so good,” Quinn said before emitting the smallest of whimpers. The sound went straight to my dick.
I’d fucked a lot of men, but none of them even came close to Quinn Beck. When he moaned, my whole body came alive. There was nothing sexier than making a man like him let go of his reservations and give in to desire, to hear him moan and know that you were the one who made him.
Our sweaty chests slid together, and when I gripped his unruly hair, the strands were slightly damp. We’d been at it for a while. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off. Quinn pushed his face against my neck as his hips snapped forward over and over again. His hand slid between our bodies to take hold of my cock, adding much-appreciated friction.
“Fuck.” A tingling sensation shot down my spine before my balls drew up, and then I was coming.
Quinn lifted up and stared down at me as I groaned through my orgasm. The softness in his eyes, along with the gentle way he touched my cheek, awoke a different desire inside me. One I hadn’t realized I was even interested in until then: true intimacy. More than a physical connection, but an emotional one as well. My crush on him from school had gone beyond the physical too. He was still a long ways from wanting the same, though.
His thrusts faltered and his stomach muscles tightened before he joined me in orgasm, releasing raspy moans that I’d definitely be thinking about later once he left. Once the shudders receded, he collapsed on me, breathing just as hard as I was. And my heart ached a little when he slid his arms around me and turned to his side, holding me to his chest.
But almost as soon as it began, it ended.
Quinn pulled away from me, got off the bed, and walked to the bathroom across the hall, closing the door. With a sigh, I punched my pillow and flipped to my other side, staring at the window.
What was I thinking? I never caught feelings for anyone. Why should Quinn be the exception, especially when he wanted very little to do with me? My heart needed to fuck off and stop trying to interfere. Casual sex was all Quinn and I could ever have.
Moments later, Quinn came back into the room and started getting dressed. He didn’t meet my eyes.
Did he regret coming over?
“Meet again tomorrow night?” he asked, pulling up his jeans and zipping them.
Okay, he didn’t regret it. He was just treating this like sex and nothing more.
“Yeah,” I answered, sitting up in bed. “Same time?”
“Sure.” Quinn put on his shirt before sitting on the edge of the bed to tie his shoes. Once dressed, he stood and turned to me. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”
Goddammit, why did my chest ache so much? I had treated men exactly like that in the past. No strings attached. Just sex, then I left.
“Same to you.”
After Quinn stepped outside, I waited a few minutes before getting up and locking the front door. That’s when I saw his car idling in my driveway. What was he doing? Another minute passed before he finally backed out and left.
The next morning at school, I passed him in the hall before first period. He nodded to me, which I returned, and then we went our separate ways, him to his class and me to mine. At lunch, I went into the teachers’ lounge and saw him sitting with Sherry from the computer lab and the science teacher, Danny.
“Sit with us,” Sherry said to me, nodding to the empty chair beside Quinn.
I sat down and pulled a turkey sandwich from my bag, along with a container of baby carrots. Their conversation went over my head. Something about standardized tests that they were having to prepare the students for. Quinn’s leg pressed to mine under the table as he talked to Danny.
Was it intentional?
As a test, I bumped my knee to his. From the waist up, he didn’t react. He kept talking and chuckled at something Danny said, but he bumped my knee right back before resting his leg right against mine.Definitely intentional.
