30. Chapter 30

My cheeks hurt from smiling. It's the best pain. I don't think I've stopped smiling all night. And my smile doesn't falter as Quinton pulls his car into the garage.

Turning my head, I stare at his profile while he puts the car in park, and then his gaze slides over to find mine. We just spent the last however many hours dancing against each other, attempting to cool off with beer. Hormones are raging, and if I don't get him inside and up to his room, I'm going to take matters into my own hands. Right here, right now, in this dimly lit garage.

Reading my thoughts, Quinton's eyes darken. His smile slowly slips into one of pure lust. Raking his eyes down my body, heat spreads wherever his gaze travels. Wetness pools between my thighs.

Chest heaving, I wait for him to make the first move.

"Wilder," Quinton rasps, searching my face. "Are you wet for me, baby?"

Nodding my head is the only response I give him, not breaking eye contact.

"Show me," he grunts out, moving his eyes down my chest while he licks his lips, gaze settling in the gap between my legs.

Slowly, I slid my hand from where it was resting on the door and let it drift leisurely up my thigh.

A growl comes from beside me. "The faster you show me how wet you are, the faster you get to come."

Eyes widening, my hand moves at a faster pace—still slow—but quicker than it was. Slipping my hand under the skirt of my dress, I move my thong to the side, letting my middle finger graze the wetness that has begun to collect there. Removing my hand, I bring it up to where he can see it, letting the illuminated light from the garage reflect on how wet I am.

"Good girl. Now suck yourself clean."

And I do just that. Bringing my finger to my mouth, I slip it between my lips. Tasting myself, I let out a moan, cheeks caving in. I'm making a real show of sucking my fingers clean before sliding them out of my mouth with a pop.

"Fuuuuck," Quinton grinds out, reaching down to adjust himself.

My eyes track his movement, and I see his hardness pushing against his zipper, begging to be released. Wanting the chase, I quickly grab my purse from the floor and push open the door. Getting out, I race toward the house. Laughter erupts from me, and I think I hear Quinton yell my name, but I don't stop. It doesn't matter, though. Quinton's long strides catch up to me in no time.

Still laughing, I round the corner into the kitchen and heads whip in our direction. JP, Xavier, Grant, Riggsby, and a few other guys from the football team are gathered in the living room playing Xbox. Pulling up, I press my lips together to keep the redness from spreading across my face. We all just freeze, staring at each other. Quinton breaks the stand-off by moving in front of me and tossing me over his shoulder.

"You really are a caveman!" I squeal. Popping my head up, I look at the room of guys. "Oh, you guys might want to put some music on."

That comment seems to have snapped everyone awake. Hoots and hollers break out. Quinton slaps my barely covered ass and jogs up the stairs.

"It's about fucking time!" Grant yells while JP shouts, "Mom and Dad finally got together."

Quinton and I just laugh.

Entering his room, he kicks the door shut before bringing me over to his bed, where he tosses me. My body bounces, a boob about slips out, and Quinton catches the movement. He stands above me at the foot of the bed, eyes trailing my body.

"Goddamn, you're a sight. As pretty as you look all sprawled out on my bed, I want you naked and coming on my cock."

I suck in a breath at his words. "Fuck me," I whisper.

"I will, baby, but first I need those lips on me."

Slipping out of his jacket, he tosses it on his desk chair before he's loosening the remaining buttons on his dress shirt. Getting the last button undone, he brings his body down next to mine. His mouth finds mine as my hands find him, pushing his dress shirt off him. Slipping his tongue in my mouth, a noise of appreciation slips out.

"Sweet and perfect," he says. "Just how I knew you'd taste."

Diving back down, he doesn't go back to my lips, he finds the sensitive spot on my neck causing my hips to jump from the mattress.

"So eager," he murmurs.

Sucking and pulling on my flesh, I know he's going to mark me. And I don't even care.

Music starts blaring from downstairs and Ludacris's "What's your Fantasy" lyrics come filtering into the room. Pausing his tugging of my neck, his eyes find mine at the same time I search him out. We both erupt with laughter.

"I did tell them to put music on."

Shrugging, I smirk down at Q. He shakes his head before finding my mouth again. Our tongues melt together, and our bodies move in sync, responding without thinking.

Skipping my neck this time, his lips make their way to my chest. His hand drags down the strap of my dress, exposing my breast, palming it. Squeezing and kneading my boob with his hand while his mouth sucks on my skin. Moving his hand to the other side, he slips that strap down and begins palming me while his mouth finds my nipple. Sucking it in between his teeth, he tweaks my other nipple while his mouth worships the opposite side.

"Oh god," I moan. I could come from him playing with my nipples alone.

Tweaking, sucking, worshipping.

"I need more." Popping my nipple from his mouth, he looks up at me.

"Patience, baby."

Groaning, I flop my head back on his pillow. "Quinton, I've been patient. It's been years. Fuck me, please."

Sliding up on his knees, he reaches his hand out for me to take. "Sit up," he demands.

Reaching behind me, he unties the straps of my dress while his mouth finds my neck again. Dragging his hands from the strings to my thighs, he pushes the dress up over my head.

"Damn, baby."

Eyes skim my naked body. Before he gets down to my thong, his eyes pop up to the new tattoo I had done last week. Bringing his fingers up to my rib, he traces the new arrow ink.

"This is new."

Nodding my head, my hands search for his body. Pushing him backward, I climb on top of him. "It is."

Straddling him, I run my hands down his abs, letting my fingers trace every muscle, stopping at the button of his pants.

"We'll talk about it later. Right now, I want you out of these pants."

And getting him out of his pants is just what I do. Sliding his button open and unzipping his pants, I slowly drag my body down his legs, taking his pants and boxers with me. I watch as his cock springs free. It's long and thick against his stomach.

All I can think about is wrapping my lips around his crown and worshipping him.

After the perfect night we just had, it's all I want.

Licking my lips, I collapse on my knees as he sits up. Taking him in my hand, I give a few pumps, watching his eyes watch me. Leaning forward, my tongue licks the bead of pre-cum that's leaking from his tip. I make a show of licking him from root to tip, flattening my tongue against his vein before taking him in my mouth. Then, I wrap my mouth around his head and take him to the back of my throat. He lets out a guttural groan.

Reaching his hand out to me, he gathers my hair in one fist, giving him a better view of how well I take him. He's big and thick. Tears roll down my cheek as I take him down my throat, holding my breath to keep from choking.

Sucking him turns me on. I've always been a girl who loves giving head, but giving head to Quinton, and watching someone you deeply care about fall apart because of you is dizzying.

I slide the hand I had resting on his thigh down, down, down, until it finds my core. Brushing my middle finger through my wetness, I bring it up to my clit, rubbing my fingers as I work Q with my mouth and my other hand.

Before long, I'm moaning around him. His hand begins to take control of my head, pushing me further down his cock, fucking my mouth. Slipping my finger from my clit inside me, I push in two fingers and begin fucking myself as I let him fuck my mouth.

He's close—we both are. Pushing my fingers in and out, in and out, I bring the slickness up to my clit, rubbing and working myself over. The hand I had on his cock slides down until I'm cupping his balls.

Pulling, playing, tugging. I feel him tense beneath me just as my stomach clenches. I'm going to come. But just as I think that, my hair is pulled, and my head ripped off Quinton.

"What the fu—" I start, but don't get the words out because Quinton is grabbing me by the ribs and tossing me onto the mattress, dropping to his knees.

"If you're going to come, it's going to be from me."

Sweet, caring Quinton is hot. But demanding, alpha Quinton is sexy as fuck.

His hands grab my thighs, leaving marks and spreading me open for him. My pussy is on display, and my man looks like he's starved. Glancing up, he keeps his eyes on me while his mouth finds my center. His tongue flicks out, hitting my clit, and I could come from that alone. My body is primed, and it's not going to be long before I'm coming long and hard. As he sucks my clit into his mouth, my head snaps back, my eyes close.

Biting down on my clit, I gasp, finding him staring up at me.

"Eyes on me, or you don't come. Say it," he demands, a finger running up and down my slit.

Nodding my head up and down, I repeat his words. "Eyes on you. Make me come."

"Good girl," he responds, diving back down and lapping up my wetness.

Finding my clit again, he flicks and sucks it into my mouth while two fingers slide inside my pussy. Moving his fingers forward, he drives them deeper, finding that hard-to-reach spot. Working me over with his fingers and his tongue, it doesn't take long for me to come.

"Oh, oh, oh, god," I scream. "I'm going to co—" I start just as an orgasm rips through my body.

Moaning and screaming, Quinton doesn't let up, and I ride out the orgasm.

"Fuck, Wilder," Quinton grates out.

My chest is heaving, but we aren't done. Quinton finds my mouth and I taste my salty taste against my tongue which turns me on again, even though I just came. Once again, I'm pushing him on his back, climbing over him and straddling his thighs. His erection is pressed between my ass, his lips never leaving mine while his hands find my nipples.

"Lean up," he grumbles out.

Leaning up, I watch as his hand finds his cock, placing it at my entrance.

"Shit, condom," he grits out, fisting his cock.

My eyes find his hooded gaze. "I have an IUD," I respond.

Both of us search each other before he says, "I've never had sex without a condom."

Shaking my head, my eyes find his. "Me, either. But I want to. With you. I trust you, Quinton."

Grabbing my face with his other hand, he brings me down for a toe-curling kiss.

Bringing my ass up, I let Quinton line himself up to me. He"s big, and I know he's going to stretch me, but the pain excites me. Dropping down, I take him in one go, studying his face the whole time.

"Jesus Christ, Brinley. Warn a guy," he rumbles, hands grabbing my hips tightly to keep me from moving.

My body is going to be full of bruises tomorrow. The realization elicits chills down my spine. There's something about being marked by Quinton that does something to me. It's raw and it's possessive. I freaking love it.

Slowly, very slowly, I begin rotating my hips. His cock slides in even deeper. Grabbing my hips, he helps move me up and down, up and down.

He's close, really close this time. I can feel how close. He grips my hips, making me pause.

"Baby, slow down," he grits with his jaw clenched. "I'm trying to hold out, but you feel so fucking good."

Slowly, I rotate my hips, giving him a second while letting my climax continue to build. He's deep inside me, and I feel so full. A fire is burning low in my stomach. I'm close. Deciding I'm ready to come, I take matters into my own hands.

"So come." I let the words slip out while rocking faster, letting my clit rub against his length. "And then we can do this again."

My body starts bouncing as his hips thrust up, matching my pace.

"Touch yourself, Wilder."

I don't move. His eyes snap from where he's been watching him pump inside of me, up to my eyes.

"Touch yourself. Come again."

Lifting my hand from his delicious abs, I bring it to my center, brushing my finger over where his cock is seated inside of me. We both moan as I find my swollen bud. Applying pressure, I rub while he pounds into me. Palming my breast, he squeezes, flicking his thumb over my pebbled nipple. Moving his head he covers my other peaked nipple, bringing it to his mouth, and sucks it between his teeth. He bites down while I apply more pressure to my bundle of nerves that is pulsing with need. He flicks his tongue, and I come as I feel him pulse, spilling himself inside of me. We come together, collapsing on the bed in a heap of limbs.

Fucking perfection. That's what tonight was.