I finally can’t take it anymore, my head falling back to the wall with my eyes squeezed closed, when one of Quinn’s long, thick fingers joins his mouth. His name is a loud moan on my lips when he clamps his mouth around my clit, sucking, and sucking, and sucking, while his finger drenched with my wetness shallowly pumps in and out of my body. As much as I want this moment to never end, I’m powerless to stop this orgasm from exploding out of me when his thrusting finger joins the mix.
“Oh God! Oh fuck… ooohhh…”
Shouts, and curses, and moans, and gibberish fly out of me when the most powerful release I’ve ever felt washes through me in wave after wave of pleasure against Quinn’s lips, as he licks, sucks, and greedily pulls every last pulsing drop out of me until I think I might pass out.
Before I can catch my breath, Quinn is quickly standing back up, his powerful body pressing into mine, pushing my back up the wall right along with him, as he grips my thighs and brings them back up to wrap around his hips. I’m floating on a cloud, in a haze of orgasmic bliss, with everything between my legs still pulsing and throbbing, but an amused smile takes over my face when I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Looking down between us as Quinn holds me pinned to the wall with his hips, I see his hands shaking as he struggles with the foil wrapper that he pulled out of somewhere when he got me against the wall. Want courses through me again just knowing what’s about to happen, and I shift my hips against him, needing him inside me as soon as possible, making Quinn groan softly and pause what he’s doing.
“Oh, so you planned this, did you?” I question with a panting grin, anticipation making it almost hard for me to speak when he finally gets the condom out and tosses the foil to the carpet.
With a grin of his own, he presses his lips to mine and gives me an achingly sweet, slow kiss, my body humming with desire when I can taste myself on him. He takes his time worshiping my mouth, while I feel his hands moving between us as he pushes his pants and boxers down far enough to sheathe himself with the condom, before pulling his mouth away from mine.
“Not really planned, per se. More like hoped,” Quinn repeats the words I said to him just a little bit ago, making my already pounding heart beat faster. “I’m always fucking hopeful where you’re concerned.”
He presses his forehead to mine, both our chests moving up and down quickly with eagerness now as he wedges his hands between my thighs wrapped around him and hooks his arms under my legs. A gasp flies out of me, and I cling tighter to his shoulders as he hefts me up higher and spreads me wider against the wall. He bends his knees and lines the head of his cock up against my soaking wet entrance, pausing to brush his lips back and forth against mine.
“This is real,” Quinn whispers against my mouth.
My breath hitches, and my throat gets tight, and then all thought escapes me. Quinn pulls his hips back, then roughly thrusts them forward, sinking into me in one hard drive of his body.
He quickly captures my mouth to quiet both our groans of pleasure, heating me up more than I thought possible with a quick, desperate kiss, until I’m tilting my hips, and clinging to him tighter, needing him closer, deeper… more.
“Jesus,” he breathes against my mouth, holding himself still deep inside me, giving me a second to adjust to him, on the verge of exploding again with how deliciously full and stretched I feel. “Your pussy feels like heaven wrapped around my cock.”
His dirty words make me clamp down around his hard length, forcing a guttural moan out of Quinn as he swirls his hips against me, rubbing my clit and making me pant against his lips.
“I’m really sorry, but this isn’t going to last long. I’ll make it up to you with unlimited orgasms.”
I’m pretty sure I have never in my life laughed when a man’s penis has been inside me, yet here we are. My laughter is immediately cut off with a sob of pleasure that Quinn quickly swallows with his mouth as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into me roughly again.
There’s nothing slow or gentle about what happens next, and Quinn was right. It really doesn’t last long, but there is absolutely nothing I would change about it. He hefts my legs up higher that are hooked over his arms, and this sweet, sarcastic man that has been the star of every fantasy I have ever had fucks me up against the wall in the locker room.