“What’s wrong with me, Raider?” she whispered, that sassy look disappearing and replaced by one of sad defeat. If I had a heart, that look on her beautiful face would have broken it. “Why don’t you want me?”
Everything inside of me went completely still.
A tear spilled over her lashes and dripped down her cheek, cutting me to the quick.
With a groan, I lifted a hand and wiped away the tiny tear with my thumb. Shaking my head, I pushed her onto her back once again and caught her right hand in my left. She tried to jerk out of my hold, but I held firm.
Holding her gaze prisoner, I brought her hand to my chest. Her fingers seemed to have a will of their own as they traced over my cut, outlining my name on the patch over my heart. I didn’t let her explore. I took her hand down, then pressed her palm flat against my jeans, letting her feel how rigid my cock was for her. The was already slick with pre-jiz.
“Does that feel like I don’t want you?” I breathed as I pressed my mouth to the shell of her ear. I was playing with fire here, letting her feel how easily she affected me. But if she was ready to get over me, I wanted her to know exactly what she would be getting over.
A soft gasp left her, and that sweet sound made me shudder with a need that hadn’t ever been completely fulfilled by any of the bitches I had fucked over the years.
How could it, when she was the only one who could give me what I truly wanted?
I started to release Quinn’s hand, when she pulled it free and traced the outline of my dick through my jeans.
Her tears dried up just as quickly as they had begun, curiosity now replacing them in her pretty eyes.
She touched me innocently, but that only made me ache all the more for her. I clenched my jaw to hold back my groan, afraid to scare her with the intensity of what I was feeling right then.
If she were anyone else, I would have already had her clothes off and been balls deep inside her sweet pussy. But she wasn’t just anyone. This was Quinn, the one female who was off limits.
Her touch became firmer as she massaged the length of my cock, making more pre-jiz weep from the tip until a wet spot soaked through my jeans. Her eyes widened at yet more evidence of just how much she could make me want her.
With that all too noticeable proof, she grew bolder, sliding her fingers inside and wrapping them around my shaft before pulling my dick free once more.
I covered her hand, meaning to stop her, but the feel of her skin against my most sensitive body part completely fried my brain. I couldn’t remember why the fuck it was so wrong for me to have her. Her hands were callused, yet somehow, they felt silky soft on my most sensitive appendage.
“Quinn.” My voice was hoarse, not quite my own. I tried to clear my head by shaking it a few times.
She was completely entranced with what she was doing, and I was hopelessly lost to everything but her.
“Raider,” she breathed, and I swear to God, it was the most mind-blowingly sexy thing I had ever heard in my life.
She brushed her thumb softly over the tip, smearing my seed over the head of my dick. Then she cupped her other hand around the shaft before lifting her jiz-coated thumb to her mouth. Her eyes closed, and she moaned as she licked the proof of my need for her from her thumb.
Jesus fucking Christ.
All the years of forcing myself to stay away from her, every fantasy I had ever had of her, each and every time I had ached for her, swarmed back to me with a vengeance. I suddenly didn’t care if my brother killed me for touching her. All my good intentions went up in smoke, burning to ashes at her scorching touch.
Chapter 6
Quinn
I was quickly getting in over my head.
Five minutes before, I had been making out with Boomer in the hall, his hands halfway inside my jeans and panties. And even though I hadn’t been mindless with wanting him, I had been having fun. My virginity had only been a few more minutes away from becoming a thing of the past.
Now, Boomer was gone, and I was lying on Raider’s bed, touching his cock like it was the most natural thing to do. His breathing was coming in harsh pants, and I could see the pulse at the base of his throat going crazy.
He wanted me.
Just seeing that proof alone got me hotter than anything I had just done with the prospect. My panties were growing wetter with each passing moment he let me touch his silk covered, hard as stone cock.
I should have been ashamed of myself, but in all honesty, I didn’t give a damn that I had almost fucked Boomer. How could I when I was playing with a fire that had fascinated me for most of my life?
“If you’re so desperate to lose that little cherry, Quinn, I’m all too happy to take it off your hands.”