Quinn
I can’t keep the smile off my face as I lie down in Alex’s arms. His hand moves up and down on my back, palming my ass at every turn and I’m getting turned on again.
My hand moves on his abs. I can’t get enough of touching him, can’t get enough of the strong muscles tensing under my touch. Seeing him this affected by me makes me feel so powerful, so happy.
I let my nails graze his nipple, and move down to his abs before tracing the line that points his cock. He stirs under the sheet, and his semi-hard cock grows bigger.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to control myself,” he says.
I smile as I rub myself on his thighs. “Who says I want you to?”
“Aren’t you sore or something?” he asks, his grip on my ass gets rougher.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I want you to stop,” I whisper.
He turns us over and hovers over me. “Are you an insatiable minx, Sugar?” he whispers, sucking and biting my neck.
I arch my back under him, digging my nails into his ass, trying to pull him closer. He licks the sweat off my skin and moves up to kiss me. I protest when he pulls his lips away. Looking at me with mischief in his eyes he grabs me by my waist and flips me over.
I moan when I feel his weight pressing me into the bed, I try to push myself back to his crotch, but he pushes me back down, pressing my thighs together and keeping them closed with his own thighs.
“Alex,” I groan, wiggling under him to get some friction.
He starts kissing from my neck to my shoulder, and he nibbles the same path again until I’m growling in frustration.
“Are you getting impatient, Sugar?” he whispers.
“Fuck me already,” I groan into the pillow, and he chuckles.
He pushes my hair off my face, and I feel his tip nudging between my thighs. I try to spread my legs, but he slaps my ass. “Keep them closed.”
I press them tighter together, just to make him work for it the way he’s making me work for it and he rewards me with another slap on the ass.
He slowly pushes into me and grunts. “Fuck, so tight.”
“More, more, please…” I moan and wiggle under him, trying to get him deeper inside me.
Another slap is my answer, and he eases another inch into me.
I moan into the pillow; sweat covers my skin.
“You’re torturing me,” I growl.
“You feel so good, it is torture,” he gruffs and pushes inside me a little more.
“Please, please, please,” I chant over and over again until he fills me to the hilt. I’m panting, moaning, writhing under him when I finally feel all of him.
“Fuck. Don’t move, baby. Let me savor this,” he breathes out. “This feels like a dream.”
He feels huge inside me, filling me perfectly. With his weight pushing me down I can feel him caressing that magical spot inside me even with the tiniest of movements.
He reaches for my hands and places them next to my head, linking our fingers as he slowly thrusts his hips to mine. He places his cheek over mine as we savor this moment, and enjoy every second of pleasure our bodies create. I crook my neck a little to kiss him and with that, his control snaps.
He starts to thrust into me harder, and I’m a slave to this torturously slow and punishingly hard rhythm. Resting my forehead on the pillow, I listen to his grunts and curses along with unintelligible words. I can feel his sweat dripping onto my skin as we climb higher and higher on our pleasure.
My toes curls and my body tenses under him with my orgasm building up inside me, slowly, but with an intensity that scares me. Finally, it comes to me like lightning, unexpectedly but blindingly strong and I thrash under him, screaming his name repeatedly.
As I try to catch my breath, he keeps pushing into me, prolonging my release. His thrusts are getting shallower with his own release getting closer. His cock throbs inside me and his hold on my hands becomes almost painful. Finally, he pushes into me with full force, making me scream and shudder with the shock of pain and pleasure before coming with a growl in my ear.
I must have dozed off because when I open my eyes, I’m lying in his arms, my head resting on his chest and my body is deliciously sore.
We don’t talk, we just enjoy the feel of our bodies wrapped in each other, and I feel at peace. I don’t know how I ever thought this could be wrong. This is the most right thing in this world, and I’m angry at myself for causing each of us the unnecessary heartbreak and wasting so much time. But as I think this I feel a sort of guilty responsibility… towards Erik.
“Alex…” I whisper.
“No,” he says, his arms tensing around me.
“What?”
“Don’t tell me you’re starting to regret this. I can’t handle it, Quinn. Don’t.”
I support my weight on my elbow and face him. The hurt in his face breaks my heart; I put it there. I lean down to kiss him. He’s hesitant at first, but I’m insistent. I lick and bite his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth, and he finally gives in with a groan.
Separating our lips, I look into his eyes. “I’m not regretting any of this. I want you. Nothing’s changed,” I whisper.
He looks at me with doubt, and I start kissing his chest.
“I. Won’t. Go. Away,” I say, punctuating every word with a kiss as I move down on his body. “I. Want. You.”
He groans when I don’t stop on his abs and move lower. “I. Want. To. Be. With. You.”
With a moan, he grabs my head and pulls me up his body until our lips crash together.
“Okay, I believe you,” he says. “Thank God,” he breathes out more to himself than me, and I nudge his cock with my thigh playfully.
“What were you going to say? Cause if it’s not important, you’re waking up the beast again,” he says.
I smile, but my playfulness leaves me.
“I… Erik,” I start, but he tenses again. “Just listen to me,” I whisper to him, caressing his hair.
His jaw ticks as he grits his teeth, but he nods.
“I came here in kind of a hurry. I… I should talk to Erik… to break up with him.”
He sighs in relief; his body relaxes under me.
“Okay. You’ll break up with him. You’ll be with me,” he says, almost reverently and I can’t help but smile.
“Text him. I’ll take you to wherever he is,” he says.
I shake my head. “It may be better if I go alone.”
“Hell, no. You’re not going alone. You can talk to him alone, even though I want to stand right beside you, but I’ll wait for you outside. I want you to come right into my arms when you’re done talking to him,” he says, and I nod. I like the idea of stepping into his arms after dealing with a breakup that should have happened weeks ago.
He sits up with me in his arms, pulling me onto his lap. He lifts me up to his arms and carries me from the bed to the bathroom.
“First shower, then you’ll break up with him and truly be mine,” he says proudly.
And we showered, after a steamy bathroom sexcapade.
I’ll be lucky if I can walk today.
***
I had to distract Alex with a heavy make-out session in his truck to make him let me go inside my apartment alone. He wanted to wait in my room while I talk to Erik, but I know I wouldn’t be able to focus when he’s that close.
Now, I’m pacing in the living room of my apartment, waiting for Erik to get here as I try to decide what to say to him.
Is there any easy way to say this?
I had hoped Noah would be home; he would have been emotional support; but no. I have to do this alone.
Finally, the doorbell rings.
Taking a deep breath, I straighten my back and open the door.
“Quinn, what’s so important? I was busy,” Erik snaps at me, entering the apartment.
I frown at him. Seems like I was never important to him. Anger shows up in me. I turn to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. I don’t even bother to close the door, I want this to be done and him gone as quick as possible.
“I want to break up with you,” I blurt out. I was planning on saying this as gently as possible, without hurting him; but I don’t care right now. I just want to go back to Alex.
“What?” he snaps. His face is contorted by anger.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. “I don’t think we’re good for each other. I think both of us changed while we were away.”
“Cut the bullshit,” he yells at me.
“Erik… don’t make this ugly. We don’t have to end this on bad terms. We can still be friends, you know,” I say, but stop talking when he starts laughing, but there’s no humor in it.
“Am I making this ugly? C’mon Quinn. Cut the good girl act. Do you think I don’t know you were fucking Alex behind my back? You’re just another slut who wants dick in her pussy every time she gets a chance,” he says with a cruel voice I’ve never heard him use.
“Erik,” I try to talk. I don’t know if I want to shout at him for his insults or apologize to him for cheating on him, but he doesn’t give me a chance to continue.
He smirks at me. “Erik what? Are you going to apologize? Are you going to yell at me for calling you a slut? Save your breath. Cause you know what? I don’t fucking care. I don’t care if you fuck everyone in the frat in front of me. I’ve been fucking half of the campus, too.”
I slap him before I can stop myself and see the anger on his face, but the color leaves his face when he focuses on something behind me.
I hear the applause before I turn to see what got his attention. I come face to face with the guys from the race, the ones who have assaulted me.
“It was such a great show, guys,” one of them says.
“I can’t blame the girl, Erik. If you fucked her the way you dealt with the job we’ve given you, then she’s right to look for someone else who would give it to her good,” the other says. They’ve clearly listened to our exchange from their spot at the door and found us very amusing.
“Bastian, Charles, Thomas… hi guys. What are you doing here?” Erik asks nervously, faking a smile.
The air in the room gets even tenser before one of the guys finally says, “Since you’ve failed to deliver on your end of the bargain, it’s time to make good on your debt.”