Deep and wide, her mouth opened farther to take more of my cock inside. I was lost to the sensation, so fucking into it that I had to close my eyes and drop my head back onto the top of her headboard.
She was warm and wet, and with every passing second, her nails dug harder and harder into the flesh of my thighs.
Sweet merciful Jesus.
And then, her grip got painful.
One second it was hot and lusty, and the next I was considering if I’d need a blood transfusion once she got done draining me.
“Cat,” I choked, trying to ease into telling her to let up on the grip a little, but the feel of a tiny drip of moisture hitting my balls pulled at my awareness. Am I actually bleeding?
Blinking rapidly and fighting for some visual focus, I reached forward to pull the curtain of hair away from her face so I could look into her eyes.
Every muscle in my body pulled tight as it hit me that she was crying.
“Jesus, Cat,” I called, pulling her off me and trying to lift her to my chest.
She fought me, though, choking violently as my dick popped free and air filled her lungs.
I chased after her as she crawled on all fours to the other side of the bed.
This is horrifying.
What the fuck had I done?
She’s crying!
She pushed me away but held up a finger as she scrambled to the nightstand, yanked open the drawer, and came back with an inhaler in hand. With practiced ease, she put it to her mouth and pumped to inhale while I watched. Life bleeding back into her face, she pushed to inhale again and took another hit of the fast-acting medicine. I didn’t know what I could do to make it better.
Finally, her breathing came more evenly and her coloring returned, so I took a chance by pulling her into my naked lap.
She didn’t fight me this time, cuddling into me as I rubbed at her back.
The skin was smooth, but the more I rubbed, the more pebbled it became. Goose bumps ran rampant, and the longer we sat in silence, the longer I feared she was too cold.
I grabbed the comforter from the side of the bed, where we’d thoroughly balled it up through activity, and wrapped it around us like a cocoon.
“Are you okay?” I asked, rubbing at her through the blanket and using the other hand at her jaw to lift her face to my own.
Embarrassment overwhelmed her, changing the shape of her face from its normal happy heart to a sad little triangle.
“Why do you look like you just killed my puppy, kitten?”
She shrugged, but I wasn’t having it.
I pushed. “Cat, come on.”
The twist of her head was violent, mortification turning to anger at my persistence. “Are you kidding? How can you not know what’s wrong? How can you not know how fucking horrified I am that I just…that I couldn’t even… Oh my God! I tried to give a simple blow job, and I fucking choked, Quinn! How am I ever going to get over this? How are you? It can’t make you feel good things that I can’t seem to fit you in my mouth.”
I laughed, even though I knew it was dangerous.
If I hadn’t had the blanket so tight around us, I think she might have slapped me.
“Baby, my dick is so big you literally choked on it. I’m trying really hard to see the horrible, upsetting part of this, but it’s just not happening.”
“Quinn!”
“My dick is literally too big for your mouth, kitten. I feel like I can die now. Like I’ll be remembered for millennia. Like my purpose has been forever fulfilled.”
She slapped at me, pushing me in the chest so hard that I fell to my back with a laugh.
“This isn’t funny! This is… I can’t even—”
I cut her off. “Interestingly enough, I know something that is big enough for my dick.”
“I can’t believe you’re joking right now,” she grumbled. I eased the line between her eyebrows with a kiss to her lips.
“Best time to joke is when you feel like crying, Kitty Cat. That’s a fact. I can’t stand to see that sad fucking look on your face, and I’ll do exactly what I have to do to change it.”
Finally, her affliction turned to affection. “Quinn.”
“How about that pussy?” I asked, and she roared, my blunt delivery taking her all the way to amused. “Can I get some? Is it open for business? It’s been a few days.”
She shook her head with a smile. “You’re terrible.”
“I’m fucking aching,” I corrected.
Her smile turned coy.
I was seconds away from getting some, I could feel it, when my phone started ringing on the nightstand.
I was gladly prepared to ignore it, but Cat was too curious not to look. I guess it went with the name.
“It says Denver,” she remarked, picking it up, and in the process, her finger accidentally tapping the green icon button. “Oh, shit,” she muttered and quickly handed it to me with a cringe sweeping across her face. “I didn’t mean to do that,” she whispered, and I just smiled in response as I put the phone to my ear.
Happiness suffused me. I knew without a doubt he was the only caller in the universe that didn’t make me feel murderous thanks to his poor timing.
“Hey, brother. To what do I owe this honor?”
Cat’s eyes widened at the mention of my brother, her fingers raking frantically through her hair, so I clicked the button to put it on speaker. Her cheeks were pinker than normal, and I had a feeling I knew why. Leave it to a woman to get nervous about being presentable for a meeting with a family member over the phone.
“Oh, not much. Just that Skeletor and her burly friend decided to pay a visit this weekend for our Crimson versus White game, and you’ll never guess who they brought with them,” he announced, voice rising with each word. But before I could even attempt to guess who our parents—yeah, Skeletor and her burly friend was their given nickname of the moment—Denver answered for me on a shout. “Gerdie freakin’ Hawthorne!”
The Crimson versus White game was an Alabama preseason tradition where we played ourselves, usually a mix of second and first string on both sides, and the fans came to watch for fun. Families often came up, intermingling in the stands with students and other diehards.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, Den. Why would they do that?”
“Why wouldn’t they do that?” he yelled hysterically. “This is the exact kind of thing they do!”
Cat bit her lip and gestured to the phone, obviously uncomfortable that I was allowing her to listen without his knowledge.
“He won’t care,” I told her immediately, just to ease her mind.
“Who won’t care about what?” Denver asked. “Who are you talking to?”
I laughed. “Den, meet Cat. Cat, meet Denver.”
“Cat?” he asked. “Are you in bed right now?”
I looked around at the covers and down at our naked bodies. Busted.
Cat blushed as I answered, “Maybe.”
“Oh my God! Tell me you interrupted the bang-bang to answer my call?”
“The bang-bang?” I coughed through a laugh.
Denver’s yell made me laugh. “You know what I mean! I was trying to be polite to the mixed company on the phone by not saying fucking.”
“But it’s polite to ask us if we’re in the middle of it?”
Cat rolled her eyes as we went back and forth, learning pretty quickly that if she wanted to get a word in, she’d have to force it. “Hi, Denver. Nice to meet you telephonically.”
“Oh, shit, Quinndolyn!” he hooted. “Telephonically. You found yourself a smart one.”
I shook my head and changed the subject. “Her friend Casey is the one I wanted to set you up with.”
“The random gay man Quinn bonded with so easily belongs to you?” Denver asked Cat immediately.
“Guilty.” She smiled. “But, I should add here, when it comes to Casey, Quinn isn’t an exception. He pretty much bonds with everyone. He’s a charismatic kind of guy.”
Denver sighed and then sat silent, likely considering it. “Fine. Set it up.”
I pulled Cat to me and smashed our lips together, catching her by surprise. She had no idea how many times I’d tried to set my brother up with someone and been shot down. She’d officially turned the tide.
“Sweet Jesus, a miracle has just occurred,” I teased.
Denver’s grumble was comical. “Yeah, yeah. Live it up. I gotta go anyway. You can continue celebrating when I get off the phone. I just called to complain.”
My face softened at his words. “You know you can call anytime, Den. I’ll always listen.”
“I know. Go fuck your girlfriend, you big softy.”
Cat’s laugh was the last thing he must have heard before the line went dead.
Her eyes were alight with warmth. “I love your brother,” she said as I set my phone back on the nightstand, turned out the lamp, and scooted us down in the bed.
“I know,” he replied. “If he weren’t gay, I have no doubt he’d be stealing all my women.”
“All your women?” she asked carefully with a raise of her brow.
I kissed it smooth. “Well, just the one now.”
And I meant that. Ever since I’d met her, I had zero interest in other women.
Silent and reflective, we both lay in the dark for long moments before a random thought made me laugh.
“What?” she asked, her invisible picture on my chest almost complete.
“Nothing.” I smiled into the darkness and gently moved my body over top of hers. She was warm and soft, and my cock started to ache once it glided across the apex of her thighs. “That blow job text message just makes a whole lot more sense now.”
I’d never seen a woman glare and moan at the same time as I slid inside her. It was mesmerizing.
Just like Cat, she did everything better than anyone else.
And the instant I filled her to the hilt, I knew, without a doubt, she felt better than anyone else too.