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I nodded, so turned on I could barely even do that much.
“Good.” He smiled and ran a finger along my jaw.
Quinn kissed down my chest on his way to my cock. He gripped my base and slipped the tip between his lips. I settled back on the mattress, head plopping on my pillow, and buckled down for one hell of a ride.
Chapter Eight
Quinn
When I’d woken up that Saturday morning, the last thing I thought I’d be doing at the end of the day was fingering Montgomery Adams’ ass. Yet, there I was, fucking his hole with two lubed fingers as he writhed beneath me.
Jesus, it was hot.
I still couldn’t fully wrap my head around the fact that he liked me—that he’d liked me ever since middle school. All the years of teasing and being an ass to me all because he’d crushed on me and didn’t know how to deal with it.
“Ready for another?” I asked, angling my body over his as my fingers moved inside him.
“Hell yeah,” Monty answered, out of breath and sweat glistening on his hairless chest. “Bring it on, Specks.”
“What did I say about talking?”
He smirked up at me before pressing his lips together.
Truth was, the cold and detached way I treated him was an act. But it was easier that way. It kept me from getting close to him… because I knew if I wasn’t careful, I’d fall under his spell and he’d end up hurting me. Monty was charming, funny, and so damn sexy. However, the years of bullying—no matter how he tried to justify it—couldn’t be erased.
Deep down, I had mostly forgiven him. But I hadn’t forgotten. Not by a long shot.
When I added a third finger and pressed into him, Monty groaned and tilted his head back, his mouth popping open as his eyes closed. The heat of him around my fingers had me biting my bottom lip to keep from whimpering. I could only imagine how amazing he’d feel around my dick.
“Quinn,” he said with a moan. His brown eyes lifted to mine. “I need you inside me.”
God, I loved when he said my name.
After grabbing a condom from the pack and rolling it on, I popped open the lube and slicked my dick. I hadn’t been with anyone since the morning Monty found out about my one-night stand. Since that day, he’d been the one on my mind. The only one I wanted. Lust clouded my mind as I settled between his legs and slowly eased into him.
“Shit,” I hissed between clenched teeth. “You’re so tight.”
“Or maybe you’re just big.”
“Are you trying to inflate my ego?” I stilled my movements, letting him get used to my size. I might not have liked Monty much, but I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Just tellin’ the truth,” Monty responded, before breaking off into a moan as I pushed forward a little more. “It’s been a while since I bottomed.”
“So you’re a top?”
“I flip,” he answered. “But all the guys I’ve been with lately have all been strict bottoms.” His eyes flared with desire as he gripped my hips and pulled me farther into him, making us both groan. “I’ve missed the feel of a thick dick in my ass. Talk about a great birthday present.”
I snorted a laugh. He was so freaking ridiculous.
“I like your laugh,” he said, smiling up on me.
“I was laughing at your stupidity.”
“Still cute.”
“Stop talking,” I said, before shoving into him the rest of the way.
As I started an easy rhythm with my hips, I glided a hand up his tight abs, loving the ridges of muscle beneath my fingertips. Monty watched me through heavy lids, his lips parted as short breaths escaped them.
