Chapter 12

Quentin

The heat of her pussy sears my palm through the fabric of her panties and that of her skirt. She squeezes down with her thighs, and the feel of her muscles clamping around my palm, combined with the beat of the pulse at her core, turns me rock hard.

I widen the gap between my legs to accommodate my arousal. The action draws her gaze down to my crotch, and a blush reddens her cheeks. She's so fucking beautiful. My breath hitches. My pulse booms at my temples.

"Are you sure?" I force myself to say the words. I cannot let myself take things further, unless she confirms she"s ready to go to the next stage.

She hesitates, then nods slowly.

"Say it for me, Raven. Say it aloud." I inked Poe"s bird on my back as a reminder of the darkness inside me. I never expected my Raven would one day look me in the eye and say…

"I'm sure." Her voice is low but strong.

"What are you sure about?"

Her chest rises and falls. "I'm sure I want to feel your hands on me, your fingers in me, your tongue, your"—she squeezes her eyes shut—"your?—"

"—my cock impaling you."

Her cheeks turn crimson.

"Say it," I implore.

"Your"—she swallows— "your cock impaling me."

Any remaining blood drains to my groin. Fuck me. Hearing her say those filthy words turns my body into a mass of fierce need. My heart swells in my chest. My pulse rate ratchets up. I close my eyes and draw in a breath, then another. Drawing on all my training as a Marine to gather my wits, to regain my focus. Drawing on my ability to compartmentalize any pain I'm feeling from my wounds, tightly locked in that space I'd shoved it in.

I've faced down enemy soldiers, dodged bullets, run the most dangerous of missions with a cool head, but the first touch of her pussy, and I fall apart. The sugary scent of her arousal fills my lungs. A fresh burst of craving turns my belly to a churning mass of anticipation. But I will not hurry our first encounter, not when I plan to give her so much pleasure, she'll not be able to think straight for days. I wrench my hand from between her legs.

She gasps. "Quentin, what are you?—"

"I told you to call me Q."

She swallows.

"Say it, Raven."

"Q," she murmurs, and a fierce surge of satisfaction lances through my body.

I put the car in gear, ease onto the road, then step on the accelerator.

"Take off your panties," I growl, as the car leaps forward.

When she doesn't comply, I lower my voice to a hush. "Do it, now."

Instantly, she slides her fingers under her skirt, lifts up her hips and shimmies her panties down her thighs. Her cross-body bag gets in the way. I pull it off her and from under the seatbelt, then let it drop to the floor. By the time she shoves her panties down her legs and slides them off, the anticipation in my belly has turned into a tsunami of lust. I squeeze my fingers around the steering wheel until the skin across my knuckles stretches white.

"Touch yourself," I bite out.

"Wh-what?"

"Do it," I bark.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the movement of her forearms, and hear the sucking noise of her wet flesh give as she begins to move her fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Faster," I command.

The squelching sound is loud in the car as she obeys me. She throws her head back. "Oh, god."

"Oh, Q. God has nothing to do with how I'm going to make you come.

"Oh, Q," she moans. "Oh… Q…" Her tone grows frantic. "Oh, Q. Q. Q."

Ahead of me, traffic slows down. The taillights of the cars in front glow red as they step on the brakes. No fucking way am I going to get caught in traffic when she's so close to the edge. I swerve the steering wheel to the right. Car horns blare, brakes screech as I make a steep U turn, over the divider and into the oncoming traffic lane.

"You're crazy," she cries.

"No, I'm horny." I step on the accelerator, and the car leaps forward. "Did I give you permission to stop touching yourself?"

"N-no," she gasps.

"I'm going to have to spank your butt the next time you do so without my permission."

"It… It's not fair that you can ask me to do what you want, and punish me when I disobey, and I?—"

"You enjoy every command. In fact, it turns you on to obey me, and positively makes you drip not to, because you know I'll discipline you, and you'll love it."

"Oh, my god!" She bangs the back of her head into the seat. "I shouldn't find that hot. Why do I find that so hot?"

"Because you"re a good girl who knows I love to see you like this. Isn"t that right, Raven? You want to please me, don't you?"

She lowers her gaze, and her eyelashes flutter. "Yes." She clears her throat. "Yes, I do want to please you."

"Don't stop playing with your cunt," I growl.

She shakes her head. "I should be upset with you for talking to me like that."

"I'll be a lot more upset if you don't obey me and shove all four of your fingers into your pussy."

By the way her upper arm moves, I can tell she's obeying me. A whimper spills from her mouth, "It's… too much."

"Not as much as how my cock is going to feel when I sink into your warm, wet cunt."

"Q." She writhes. "Please. Q."

A-n-d, that's it. The need in her voice pushes out all other thoughts in my head. I turn into the parking lot of a supermarket, drive to the farthest spot, as far away from the other cars as I can, then slam on the brakes.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and hit the lever so the seat reclines back to an almost horizontal position—I knew I drove my Cadillac for a reason.

I release her seatbelt, grab her around her waist and haul her over the center console so she's straddling me. She looks at me wide-eyed, her fingers caught inside her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I squeeze my fingers around her wrist. I apply enough pressure that she has to follow my lead when I ease her fingers out from between her legs. With a sucking sound, her pussy lips release her digits. I bring them to my mouth and wrap my lips around them. The sweet-tangy taste of her essence sinks into my palate, and fuck, if I don't want to feast on her. I wrap my fingers around the swell of her hips, then haul her up so her skirt is bunched around her chest and her knees are on either side of my face. Finally, fuck!

"Q," she protests.

"Ride my face." I balance her weight, so she has no choice but to push her cunt into my mouth, but she tenses up and holds back.

"Place that sweet cunt of yours on my mouth so I can eat you out," I order.

Her eyelids flutter. "B-but I might smother you."

I look at her like she's crazy. "Are you fishing for compliments?"

"What?" She stares at me wide-eyed.

"Do you realize how perfect you are?" I search her features and spot the disbelief on her face. "The flare of your hips gives me enough leverage to hold on as I fuck you."

"Oh." She draws in a sharp breath.

"And that squishy roll around your stomach is the fucking cutest thing I've ever seen."

She squeezes her eyes shut. "I can't believe you said that."

"And if I die, suffocated by your thighs and with your pussy juice on my face, then I can't think of a better way of going."

"Oh, god." A shudder grips her, and when she looks at me again, there's a yearning in her gaze. "Someone will see us," she says in a small voice.

"I perform better with an audience."

Her jaw drops. "Why do you have to be this… filthy?"

"Just getting started." I smirk. "Do as you're told Raven, I'm starving."

"Oh, god. Oh god" Her thighs tremble. She tries to pull away, but I hold her in place. My ribs protest from the beating they took but I ignore it. No way am I stopping to get my wounds looked at. I don't care if my back hurts and my side throbs and my entire body aches from that beating I took. All my attention is focused on pleasing her. The only thing that matters is her.

I pull her even closer, then I stab my tongue inside her wet channel.