Quinn II (Undaunted Men #2) (8 page)

A moment later, Quinn steps in behind me. His strong forearm flexes in front of me as he drops the soap in an old wooden soap dish screwed into the wall.

He presses himself against me, his
erection stiff against my back as he runs his slick, soapy fingers over my mound then down to my clit. My stomach tightens as delicious wave of butterflies roll through me.

Nipping the lobe of my ear, he whispers, “You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on.” I’m startled when I hear a buzz, and then I feel a strong vibration between my breasts. With the water spraying in my face, I can’t open my eyes to see what he’s up to, but I imagine he’s found my vibrator. He bends his knees, seating his hard shaft between the globes of my ass, and my breath hitches. The way he’s grinding his cock between my cheeks, I’m unable to breathe properly.
 

“One day soon, I’m gonna claim you here. Have you ever been taken in your ass, Lexi?” he growls in my ear.
He runs the vibrator over my nipple. As if I weren't already wet, needy, and in a blind haze of lust, I tumble into an abyss of desperation.
He kisses the outer shell of my ear, and I shiver. “Lexi? I asked a question.”

 
“No...no, I haven't,” I whisper, barely able to answer him. With his fingers, he tugs at my clit, making me a wanton mess. He nips at my neck, and I buck my hips backward, wanting more.

He places the vibrator against my opening. I’m so wet he’s able to slip the pulsating wand past my slick folds with ease.

“Quinn,” I whimper, my walls clenching around the intrusion, wishing it was him instead.
 

Suddenly, just as quick as I was penetrated, the vibrator is gone. He spins me around in his arms, and when I look at him, he’s wearing a devilish smirk. He brings forth my toy, holding it up in front of me. “Let’s talk about this, shall we?” Slightly embarrassed, I look away and he chuckles. “Does my girl like a little kink?” he asks in a deep, sexy tone.

I don’t answer him. Instead, I grab onto his thick shoulders and slightly spread my legs open in a silent invitation.
 

“Oh yeah, my girl is on board. Who would’ve thought my sweet little Lexi would have a kinky side?”

My breath catches when he slips the vibrator deep inside me, my legs quivering in response. “Oh, God, that feels so good.” I tilt my head back in ecstasy as he pumps the wand in and out of my channel. Warm water rains over the top of us as he seductively trails his lips over my arched neck, making his way to my breasts. He wraps his lips around my taught nipple and draws it into the warmth of his mouth, sucking hard.
 

“Oh, what you do to me,” I murmur. My fingers thread through the back of his hair, and then I pull him into me, forcing him to devour me. I buck my hips, riding the wand between my legs as I dig my nails into his shoulders.

He briefly removes his lips from around my nipple, stopping to look up at me, and then gives me a sexy wink. He then trails his lips to my other breast as he says, “Just wait and see what I’m going to do to you next, sweetheart.”
 

He sucks hard on my nipple, and when he releases me, a shooting sensation intensifies in my sex, causing me to clamp down hard on the vibrator. “Damn, Angel,” he says in rapt wonder. “Your pussy is wrapped so tight around this wand I can barely pull it out before you have it sucked back in.”

“That’s what I want to do to your cock. I want to suck you in hard and deep, and never release you.”

“Oh fuck, that mouth is sexy.” He withdraws the vibrator and takes a step back. Abandoned by both, I whimper at the loss. His chest is heaving, and his nostrils flair. I think he’s trying to get himself under control. I glance down to his massive cock and lick my lips. I want to own this man; I don’t want him in control.

“I’m about to show you just how sexy my mouth can be,” I taunt. Just as I start to bend down to get on my knees, he stops me, grabbing me by the arm.

I look to him in question and he orders, “I’ve already told you I’m controlling this scene, not you. Turn around and bend over. I want my hands all over your sweet ass when I fuck you from behind.” My eyes open wide, his filthy mouth turning me inside out. I give him a sly grin, knowing one way or the other he’ll be in ecstasy.
 

I turn around and bend over. I close my eyes, letting the water cascade over my back and then stream down over my hair and face. B
reathing hard in anticipation,
I wait for his next move.

Not expecting the immediate invasion, my breath catches in my throat, the vibrator taking me by surprise when he plunges the wand forward, deep into my sex. “Quinn!” I cry out.

“That’s right, Angel. Scream my name.” He pumps in and out of my slick channel several times using long, languid strokes with precision and skill. The vibrations inside my body are so intense I have the need to curl my toes, but I can’t.

He slips the vibrator out and runs it over my clit on the highest speed, stealing my breath away. My nails dig into the concrete wall as I buck my hips back against him, seeking his cock.

“You want me to fuck you?” he rasps loudly.

“Yes, oh, God, yes.”

“Then you better brace yourself.” My body shakes with an intense craving as I do what he says and prepare. His free hand digs into my hip, and he pulls me against his erection, settling himself between my legs. His thickness rubs against my dripping entrance. I’ve never had a fire burn within me the way I do right now.

Quinn runs the vibrator back over my clit and I try to take in a deep breath, but the warm water streams into my mouth. My eyes are closed tight as my wet hair surrounds my face and dips to the shower floor.
 

The pulsations against my clit have my walls clenching. He’s teasing me, rubbing his steel rod between my labia, and I come unglued. “Fuck me, dammit. I’m begging you, Quinn. Take me hard.”

He lets out a low growl in response and positions the head of his cock
 
at my entrance, holding it there. “This what you want, Angel? Are you sure you want a piece of me?”
How can he hold out on me like this?

I slap the concrete wall with my hand in a tantrum and yell, “Stop playing with me and fuck me. I can’t take it anymore!”
 

“Oh, I’m not playing. I’m claiming,” he aggressively states. The fire in me builds to a raging inferno as his length passes through my slick folds several times before he angles himself just right, and then in one quick, strong thrust, he fills me. He’s seated himself as deep as he can go, and I scream out from the thrill.
 

“Hold tight,” he warns. He pulls most of the way out of my slick core, and then slams back inside me, hard and fast. He pounds so deep within me I can feel the tip of his cock reaching farther than he ever has. It’s pain mixed with pleasure. He grips my hip tighter, digging his fingers into my flesh as he relentlessly takes what he wants. He’s literally fucking me like an animal, raw and primal, and yet it's so beautiful.
 

Once I acclimate to his deep penetration and rhythm, I begin to meet him thrust for hungry thrust. His body slaps against mine, the water magnifying the erotic sounds of two lovers becoming one.

He slows down for a moment, and then I feel a bar of soap run up and down along the crack of my ass and I tense. “Shh, Sweetheart, trust me.”
 

His fingers are now slick as he slides them over my forbidden hole. He lingers there, teasing me open, before he penetrates past the tight muscle. His finger slips inside me. I gasp at the new sensation.

“Just let go and feel, Lexi,” he rasps from behind. “Let me into this sweet ass of yours.” My belly flutters, and I give in, handing myself over to Quinn. My body takes over, uninhibited now, and I sway my hips, moving them in a sultry dance against his finger and cock.

“Shit, that’s sexy.” His words spur me on, and I let myself fly free. His finger dips in and swirls around my tight channel as he undulates his hips. My vocal cords are strained. I can only manage to moan incoherent words.
 

“You like my finger in your ass, Lexi?” His deep, husky voice washes over me. I respond by clenching my muscles tightly around his shaft and he curses. “Are you mine, Angel? Say it,” he urges.
 

“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes, I’m yours, Quinn.”
 

He pushes his finger in a little farther, the fullness and pressure filling me is a totally new sensation. His cock rubs a sweet spot deep inside, and I moan aloud. “That’s right,” he encourages as he thrusts his hips. “You’re mine.”

My tits bounce, swaying back and forth as he pounds into me with force from behind. I don’t know how he manages, but he keeps a rhythm between his finger and his hard shaft that is to die for, and when he places the vibrator back against my clit, I go wild. Every inhibition I’ve ever had about sex is gone in this moment.
 

The vibrator dances over my clit in gentle, small circles, and my legs begin to shake. A light, tingling sensation takes over my entire body. With each thrust of his cock, he takes me to the next intense, escalated level as my body prepares for a tsunami.
 

“You're so wet everywhere,” he hisses.

I can barely hear myself scream out his name as I erupt into a euphoric crescendo. With the vibrator still held against my tender clit, his finger in my ass while his cock still hammers into me, I’m kept in a continual spasm of ecstasy.
 

“Get ready, baby,” he breathily whispers. “I’m gonna come.” At this deep angle, I can feel the moment he erupts, filling me with his warm seed. I relish every drop this man has to give me. He makes me feel things no one else has, both mentally and physically.
 

I don’t see how I could’ve ever left this beautiful man – not now, not ever. I’ve been pulled under a riptide of emotions, and I can’t even begin to sort my feelings out.
 

As I come down from my high, his previous profession of falling in love with me circles in my thoughts. I’m amazed how he fights for us at every turn, and he’s right; our connection can’t be denied.
 

We’re walking hand-in-hand, heading to the endpoint of our journey. “I’m going to kind of miss the great outdoors,” Quinn comments as we hike side-by-side. “I know Kimber will.”

I look up at him and smile. “It’s been an adventure, to say the least, but I for one, will be happy to have a restaurant-prepared meal for a change and a hot shower every day.”

He raises a brow at me and grins. “C’mon, my cooking wasn’t that bad.”

“Except for the rattlesnake, you did good for an old man,” I tease.

“Ohh, I see how this goes. Do you need this old man to demonstrate his skills for you again?” He shoots me a knowing grin. I laugh and lean into him, looking up at him through my lashes, and he shakes his head. “You think your charm is gonna get you out of that remark?”

“Yep, I sure do,” I singsong. I pause in our walking to stretch upward and give him a peck on the cheek then lean my head against his thick bicep. “I will miss all the camo garb you wear.”

“I’ll wear it twenty-four-seven if it means you’ll never leave me again.” Even though his voice is lighthearted, I stiffen at his words, knowing the last time I tried to run away really hurt him.
 

“I’m sorry, Quinn,” I begin.

He steps in front of me, forcing me to a halt, and lifts my chin to meet his gaze. “I didn’t mean anything by that statement,” he assures me, concern etched in his eyes.

“I know…I just...”

“You’re done running from me,” he growls in a dominant, controlling voice. “There’s something called communication, and we’re going to start using it. End of discussion.” I nod my head, and he leans down to softly kiss me, and then grins over my lips. “Or I’ll have to fuck some more sense into you.”

“Mmm, I kind of like the sound of that.” I smile back.
 

“That can be arranged,” he taunts, “minus the fuck-ups, of course.”

“I don’t know; I kind of like the angry sex.”

He pulls back, his blue eyes blazing with mischief. “Well, you are female. I’m sure it won’t take me long to piss you off in some way, shape or form.” I scoff and swat at his broad chest. He grabs my wrist then winks at me. “Come on, woman. I’m ready to get you home.”

He tugs at my hand and we start making our way down the trail again. I believe he’s put my mind to rest regarding my fears over the trust issues I have with men. I suppose over the years, even growing up, Vince had really done a number on me. He’d always been able to strong-arm me into doing things his way, usually by sugar coating things so I wouldn't know any better. He was astute like that, always knowing how to play me. He was so charismatic, I usually wasn’t aware of his schemes until after the fact. It wasn’t until later in life I became wiser to his games, and even then, he could blindside me. Being with Vince was like playing a nonstop game of chess with a pro. The brain games were exhausting.
 

A half hour later, we’ve grown silent, and I’ve found myself daydreaming, retracing the steps of our hot shower sex. When Quinn abruptly stops and tugs on my hand, I shake myself out of my fantasy daydream, and all my lascivious thoughts come to an end. When he tightens his grip on me to the point of pain, I give him a perplexed look.