Chapter Fourteen
Quinn
Heaven. This is heaven.
With Alessandra’s mouth around my cock, I could dissolve into a damn puddle right here on the carpeting. She’s fucking amazing.
“Shit, yes. Just like that.” I smooth her hair back from her face, watching her work over my cock like it’s her own personal lollipop. “So damn good, sweetheart.”
She pulls away for a moment, eyes heated with lust I haven’t seen in her eyes before. Breathily, she responds. “I love doing this for you, Quinn.”
Fuck. That only makes it hotter. “God, baby, yes, suck me.”
“Mmm,” she hums around me as she licks and laves my shaft. “You like that?”
Of course, I fucking do. “I think you know the answer to that,” I say on a groan. “Don’t you dare stop.”
My little beauty grins up at me with my cock in her mouth. I almost come on the spot.
With that mind-numbing fantasy playing out in front of me, the desire to come for her, to give myself to her, wins out over everything else. I grip her hair, pleasure rippling through me in waves as I grip her head and give myself to her as deep as she can take me. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Alessandra responds perfectly—as I knew she would. As she swallows my whole length down her throat, I can’t help but be amazed.
My God, who is this woman? How long can I continue to tell myself that she’s merely my Italian tutor?
She’s quickly becoming so much more.
Cradling Alessandra’s cheek with one hand, I guide her mouth to mine in a thankful kiss. As our tongues meet, the slight salty taste only reminds me just how perfect and sexy she is. Wrapping my arms around her, I lay Alessandra down on the pull-out mattress, already hungry to taste her, too.
I move my lips to her neck, my fingers slipping under the waistband of her tight little leggings. She moans softly at my touch, and suddenly all I want is for her to make more sounds like that.
Peeling her leggings away, I take a moment to appreciate how she looks all laid out, waiting for what I’m about to do with her. “I want to taste you.”
Alessandra smiles but says nothing. Instead, she places her index finger over her lips, reminding me that we must be quiet.
Good luck with that, sweetheart. I remove her lacy panties and descend upon her needy core, relishing the way her hips move in response to my tongue.
“Oh, my God.” She whimpers, arching her back, her breathing more labored than before.
Using one hand to steady her hips, I raise my other hand to her breast, massaging it gently and teasing her nipple between my fingers. After how good she made me feel, I want to do everything I can to return the favor.
When I give her nipple a small pinch, Alessandra responds with another moan, just like I hoped. I slip my tongue inside her, running my thumb over her swollen bud, loving every reaction I coax from her.
I continue working my tongue over her, lapping her up until she comes, turning and burying her face into her pillow to muffle her moans.
As her breathing slows and her body relaxes, I lie next to her and wrap her soft, supple body in my arms. She curls into me, placing her head on my chest and tracing tiny circles on my skin with her fingers.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“You don’t have to thank me,” I whisper back, wrapping my arms tighter around her. We lie there for a while, trading soft murmurs, until I feel Alessandra’s body grow heavy with sleep.
“Okay, I should head home,” I whisper, and place a soft kiss on her brow.
“Nooo.” She groans, sliding closer into me and wrapping a leg around my waist.
“It’s getting late.” I chuckle, reluctantly pulling her leg away from me. “And I don’t want you getting in trouble.”
“I guess you’re right.” She sighs, slowly unraveling herself from my arms.
I get up from the bed and begin putting my clothes back on. Alessandra sits up, a small pout on her pretty lips.
“Or you could stay for just a little while longer,” she says, her eyes sad.
“You’re tired. You need to get some rest. And something tells me if I stay, sleep is the last thing that’ll happen.”
She smiles, her gaze flitting over to her panties in the corner of the room. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says softly, stretching her arms in the air, putting her perfect tits on full display.
“That is exactly what I’m talking about.” I smile. Such a sexy little minx. “I’ll text you in the morning, okay?”
She nods and rises from the bed, and we straighten our clothes.
Once I’m dressed, the two of us tiptoe to the front door, where I kiss her softly before she closes the door gently behind me.
As I drive home, thoughts of Alessandra swirl through my mind.
When she answered the front door wearing those black leggings and a white T-shirt tied at the waist? Fuck me. This evening was a foregone conclusion. She looked like every coed fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.
While driving over here, after kicking my entire family out of my apartment, I honestly thought ‘What in the fuck am I doing? Going to some lady’s house where my barely legal girlfriend works as a nanny? Creeper alert! Fuck off, Quinn. Turn around and go home.’ But of course, I didn’t.
And when I arrived and Alessandra was so nervous and gracious, and also surprised that I actually showed up—I couldn’t help it. I became legitimately excited, and I went all in. I felt inspired enough to play with the children, right there on the living room floor. Shit, and when had kids been so giggly? I can’t remember another time I felt like that. And the warm smile on Alessandra’s face as she watched was worth all of that and more.
When I get home to my empty house, it feels quieter, colder than it ever did before. All at once, it finally hits me how alone I was before Alessandra came along. Before she was a part of my life, I never thought I’d be the kind of man to crawl around on the floor with small children. And now? I can’t wait to do it again.
Just as the warmth of my feelings for Alessandra settle in, I remember that she’s leaving, and it hits me like a ton of bricks.
I miss her already, after lying next to her only twenty minutes ago. How will I handle it when she’s an ocean away?
Seeing her tonight with the kids. . .she was so cute and funny. It was a side of her I’ve never seen before, and it brought out a side of me I didn’t know I had. Every time I’m with her, I learn something new. About me, about her, about us.
This whole time, I’ve been trying to convince myself that this thing between us is a short-lived fling, even in the moments when part of me feels like it’s something more. I know she’s probably all wrong for me. I know that the age difference makes it complicated. But in this moment, here in my cold, empty apartment, I realize something that changes everything—I don’t fucking care about all that anymore.
I don’t care if she’s all wrong for me. I don’t care if she’s too young. I don’t care if she’s moving across the world and leaving me behind.
I’m going all in. And I don’t think there’s anything I can do now to stop it.