“And?”
Her stare continues.
“Glad we got that out of the way.”
Her lips press together. She shakes her head. Shakes it off.
Her eyes meet mine again. Then they travel down my body. Take in my bare shoulders, chest, stomach.
The waistband of my jeans.
Her shoulders relax.
It soothes her, me being dressed.
Or maybe it’s knowing where we stand.
I’m dressed.
She’s coming.
This is for her.
To help her figure out what she likes.
Guess I should verbalize that.
Quinn is smart, but she’s not a mind reader. She’s as far from mind reader as it gets.
“Turn to the mirror,” I say.
She shoots me that same are you out of your mind look, but she does as she’s told.
She’s good at following orders.
Never thought I was into that whole thank you, sir thing, but imagining ordering Quinn onto her knees—
Fuck, my blood is rushing south.
How is it she does that to me?
“How do you fuck yourself?” I ask.
“What?” She coughs. Pats her chest. Swallows hard.
“How do you fuck yourself?” I repeat it a little louder.
“I just do.”
“If you’re not going to tell me, I’m going to demand you show me.”
“Bossy for a guy who just got a hand job.” Her voice is confident, but her cheeks are bright red.
“Damn straight.” I move closer. Until I’m close enough to touch her.
Through the mirror, her eyes meet mine.
Her chest heaves with her inhale.
Falls with her exhale.
She’s nervous again.
She’s nervous a lot.
“How do you fuck yourself?” I ask.
She pulls her robe over her chest. “I guess I rub myself.”
“Show me.”
“Here?”
“Yeah.”
“Standing up?” Through the mirror, she shoots me that same look. Are you out of your mind?
Probably. But it’s necessary. “Do you know what you like?”
“I liked that.” She motions to the living room. “And the biting. And what you were doing with your hands. I… I liked all of it.”
Okay, I need to be more specific. “Do you know how you like to be touched?”
“No one has ever touched me.” Her eyes light up with epiphany. “Oh. Right.”
“Not completely insane.”
“Not completely.” Her smile is shy.
Fuck, it’s weird her reverting back to shy.
But I get it.
A raging sex drive does a lot to assuage nerves.
I just need to wind her up again.
“Come here.” I don’t give her a chance to move. I place my body behind hers. Wrap my arm around her waist. Bring my lips to her neck.
“Wes…”
I suck on her soft skin. “Yeah?”
“What are… you… uh… you asked something.”
“You don’t have to talk.”
Her nod is eager.
“But you do have to show me.”
Her cheeks flush. “Now?”
“Not yet.” I suck a little harder.
She arches her back, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “Can you?”
“Get hard?”
“Yeah.”
“Not sure.” I drag my teeth against her skin.
She lets out a low, deep groan.
“Usually need twenty minutes between throws.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Got three or four in me,” I say.
“Oh.”
“All guys are different.”
“So I’ll have to figure it out on a case-by-case basis.”
“You want to go again already, angel?”
Her blush deepens. “No… I don’t know. Maybe. It felt good, making you come.” Her gaze shifts to the ground. “God, how do you say this stuff so easily?”
“Try it again.”
“It felt good making you come,” she repeats the words without any extra enthusiasm.
“Did it? Can’t tell.”
“Oh my God.”
“Look me in the eyes.”
“I can’t.”
“Not with that attitude.”
“Oh my God, what a teacher thing to say.” Her laugh is nervous. “When did you get all wise?”
“Don’t ask a guy to teach you something if you don’t want a teacher.”
She nods I guess that’s true.
Quinn takes a deep breath. Lets out a slow, steady exhale.
Slowly, she brings her gaze to the mirror. Makes eye contact with my reflection. Presses her lips into a coy smile. “It felt good, making you come.”
My balls tighten. “Better. Again.”
Her confidence falters for a second. She shakes it off. Nods. “It felt good, making you come.”
“Fuck, angel. You’re gonna make it happen again at this rate.”
“Yeah?” Her voice perks.
“Yeah. But this first.” I tug at the sash holding her robe together.
It falls to her sides.
Her breasts spill forward.
Fuck, she has gorgeous tits.
They defy reason.
They really do.
I hold her in place with one hand. Bring the other to her chest. Brush my thumb against her nipple.
Her eyelids flutter together.
My lips go to her neck.
I suck softly.
Harder.
Harder.
“Wes…” She rubs her ass against me. “More.”
I scrape my teeth against her skin.
She lets out a soft moan.
I do it again and until.
Until the entire room is humming with her moan.
She rocks her hips against mine.
I dig my fingers into her skin to pull her closer.
She gasps as her ass brushes my hard-on. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“I like it. That feeling.”
“Yeah?”
She nods. Makes eye contact through the mirror. “You’re good at this,” she breathes.
“You too.”
She shakes her head.
“You’re getting there.”
Her gaze flits to my hands. Her eyes go wide as she watches me play with her tits.
It’s like it’s her favorite movie.
She’s nervous, yeah, but she’s into this.
I can lead if she can follow.