Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He presses the flat of his tongue over my clit and pulses as his thumb strokes over my hole, dipping just inside every few seconds to tease me. I reach out and pull the tie out of his hair, watching the black strands fall around his shoulders. It feels like a silky curtain, sliding through my fingers.
Adrenaline is a hell of a drug. All that anger had to go somewhere, and it’s mostly pooling between my legs. “Oh! Shit…” I throw my head back and pant. “I’m gonna come,” I gasp.
My climax starts as a soft whimpering thing, building until I’m screaming his name. He drops his cock to grab my hips with both hands and split me open like a watermelon, licking up the juice until there’s nothing left of me but an exhausted puddle. After, I collapse back into the couch, his hair sliding through my grip until the ends fall from my hands.
No thoughts.
“Jesus Christ,” I say, but it comes out mostly as word-shaped air because I have no energy to put into speech.
“Babe, he had nothing to do with it. That was all me.” Priest looks downright smug. He slides a finger through my folds before bringing it to his mouth. “I’m ready for round two if you are.”
“How about round one and a half?” I glance down. His cock is still at full mast, straining for a taste of the relief I just experienced. “Maybe I can help you with that.”
Priest peels his shirt off and throws it aside. “Let me see all of you. It’s a crime to hide a pair that perfect from me.”
Blushing, I strip the rest of the way. I would be more self-conscious, but we’re both naked now, and there isn’t even a hint of judgment in the hungry way he looks at me. He crooks his finger, urging me to scoot forward to the edge of the cushion. It puts my head right on level with his erection when he stands. I look up at him through my lashes and reach out. He’s hot and velvety, a pleasure to stroke.
“I’m not… I haven’t done this much,” I admit. “If I’m doing something wrong, let me know, okay?”
“Fuck, Quinn. It’s your mouth and your hands. You can do no wrong, trust me.”
“Oh, okay.” I never break eye contact as I lean closer and part my lips. With a small, experimental lick, I taste him. It’s different but not bad. A little salty, a little bitter, but mostly just tastes like skin, and the flavor pulls at me in an instinctive way.
His hands thread into my hair as I open my lips and test how it feels to take him into my mouth. I can sense the way he’s holding himself still and struggling to let me take things at my own rate. It makes me feel powerful, especially when I go a little deeper and hear his guttural moan.
Maybe I’m not the most experienced, but Priest has no complaints as I start to bob and suck, experimenting with using my hands and tongue. I draw a deep breath, ready to see how far I can take him.
And that’s when the front door opens.
20
Chapter 20 - Quinn
Priest’s cock falls out of my mouth so fast you’d think it was poisonous. I dive behind the end of the couch for cover.
He, on the other hand, gets up bare-ass naked, gripping the gun he pulled from his discarded pants. “What the fuck?”
“What the fuck man, chill!” Sinner sticks a hand through the gap of the door and waves it. “Who the fuck did you think it’d be?”
“Knock next time.” He puts the gun away, completely unconcerned that he’s naked and still mostly hard.
I peek up over the arm rest from the far end, staying low for cover. “The door was locked. How did you get in?”
Colt laughs. “Q, you type the code every time we’ve been here. If you want to keep it a secret, maybe think about that.”
“Knocking is still polite. There could be naked people,” I point out.
“I could live without that view,” Sinner gestures to Priest. “But it’s worth the chance to see you.”
Priest grabs his shirt, holding it loosely in front of him but not looking very concerned. “What do you think? Do we kick them out, or expand the guest list?”
Oh. Um. “You mean… like…” I glance at the others. I don’t hate the idea, but I’m still adjusting to the sudden change.
Sinner adjusts the thick lump in his jeans. “We’re very good at teamwork.”
Colt is already out of his cut and pulling off his shirt.
Assumptions much? But…
“If it’s too much…”
“We do as much or as little as you’re up for. Say the word and everything stops,” Priest assures me. He pats the cushion next to him. “Come on. They’ll catch up.”