Seeking Escape

32. Ready for More

*** Joyce's POV ***

Confession time.

"Quinn, I want that. But..." Why is this so hard to admit? "I've never had a guy go down on me."

Quinn's mouth twitched. He was trying not to make me feel awkward about this. He studied me closely for a second and then lifted himself from behind me. My eyes tracked him as he moved in front of me.

He caressed my sunburnt cheek. "Will you let me be the first?"

I was nervous, but so fucking ready to experience this. To have him do what I had fantasized about him doing to me since I saw his videos. Quinn Matthews was known for his oral skills. He wasn't one of those guys who tentatively lapped with minimal interest or who darted his tongue like a fucking snake. No Quinn Matthews buried himself in a woman's pussy and didn't let up until she was bucking against his face and crying out his name. Fuck, just the thought of that made me flush with arousal.

"Joyce?" Quinn called my attention back. His blue eyes sparkled in the flickering light of the TV where he now had his co-star on all fours and he was eating her from behind. Fuck, I needed to decide. Could I handle this?

"Yes."

In a blur, Quinn was setting me up. He grabbed two throw pillows, one for behind me and the other for under my ass. I clutched my jiggling breasts as he lifted my hips to push the second under me. He looked down at me and smirked. "Comfy?"

"I am."

He leaned over me and kissed my forehead and then my lips. I held him there for a minute and his tongue gave me a preview of what was to come as he twisted it against mine. He pulled away to kneel down next to the couch where I lounged in an unnatural position with the second pillow under my ass.

"Say 'stop' if you need me to for any reason. Now do you want these on or off?" His fingers strummed the waistband of my panties. When I hesitated he smirked. "I can work with it either way."

I heard his co-star climax from his skilled tongue. It was a beautiful, natural sound that he beckoned from her. I wanted that. I wanted him to do that to me. "Take them off." I said bravely.

He nodded and I closed my eyes as my damp pussy was exposed to the ambient air. Quinn groaned a little and adjusted himself. Would I be able to offer him more than a hand job if we crossed this boundary?

"You're so wet. These videos really do get you going." He observed, partially correct.

"I've been wet since we got back, Quinn. I want you. I want this." I informed him.

"Fuck yeah." He muttered, staring between my legs. He lifted his eyes. "Can I touch you too? Will it be too much?"

"I don't think it will be too much. I'll let you know if it is." I responded.

"Alright, beautiful. Just lay back and enjoy. I got you." He assured me. I was jittery with anticipation, but just I had watched him do in his videos, he took his time exploring my bare legs and thighs with his mouth before he descended on my middle.

I could feel his restraint radiating from him. He worked his way to my core, his kisses and fingers massaging away tension. And even when he reached his destination, he took his time, caressing and soothing. I was no longer watching the porn clips. Why the hell would I when I had a star between my thighs?!