the fuck it list

chapter 26

Ｌｉｌｌｉａｎ Ｇｒｉｆｆｉｎ

Whatever we find first happens to be 'Victorias secret'. Quinn's eyes light up with excitement.

"Pervert," I say, rolling my eyes, walking into the store.

"That looks just like your bathing suit," he points to a manikin wearing lingerie.

"I was wearing more than that."

"Hey, let me know if you need any help finding anything today," a lady says, folding something up.

"Oh, we'll be finding a lot for you to try on."

"Lord have mercy, let's get this over with," I cross my arms over my chest and watch him grab anything and everything.

"Here," he dumps a small pile of fabric scraps in my arms. "Try 'em all on."

"How do you know what size I wear?" I am skeptical.

"I just know."

Begrudgingly I put one foot in front of another and walk to the fitting room. Quinn takes a seat right outside of the door I go into.

Holding up the first piece I grimace. What the fuck is this. I carefully remove my clothes and slide the lingerie on.

"How does it look?" Quinn asks from outside the door. I look in the mirror, it's not terrible but not something I would pick out for myself.

"It's really pretty, too bad you won't see it," I laugh.

"Lil," his voice comes out low, "open the door."

"I'll think about it."

"Please, I'll beg," his voice is closer now. When I don't answer I hear a thump and then, "please open the door, I beg you."

I roll my eyes and open the door only slightly. "No need to humiliate yourself in public."

He slides into the stall talking up all of the space. Quinn lets out a sharp breath of air. Turning to face the mirror I ask, "So what do you think?"

"It looks good," his voice just above a whisper.

His chest presses against my back. My ass presses against his dick which is once again throbbing with need. Both of our breaths came out labored like we ran a mile.

"Fuck it," he mumbles. His lips press against my own.

Even if it was only about an hour since he last kissed me it feels like it's the first time he has. His tongue presses at the seam of my lips and I let him in. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck pulling him closer if possible. His hands stay firmly planted on my hips unwavering.

"Please do something," I choke out, my pussy throbbing.

"Fuck Lil."

"Please," I beg.

"Fine but you have to be quite ok," I nod quickly.

I look at our reflection in the mirror and make eye contact with him, his hand slides further down until it reaches my clit. He rubs slow circles deliberately testing my patience. The rough lace is soaked with arousal.

"Please," I whisper.

His hand travels lower, now the only thing that separates his find from me is the thin piece of lace. The lace that was barely covering my pussy was now gone, and his finger sat inside me. Throwing my head back I look up at the ceiling, my eyes rolling back.

"Look at me," his voice sounded gruff.

I move my head and look back in the mirror. His eyes pierce mine, leaving my body hot. He adds another finger leaving a little sting at first but then morphs into pleasure. I bite my lip trying to keep any and all noises inside of me.

Quinn's fingers scissor inside me bringing me closer to an orgasm. I let out a small noise.

"You have to be quiet," his breath comes out harsh.

My orgasm comes crashing through me, throwing my head back, I stifle any noise that comes from my lips.

After a few moments, Quinn pulls his fingers from me, lifts them up, and brings them to his lips sucking them clean.

I watch him through the mirror. He once again brings his lips to mine, this time I taste myself on him. My body leans on him making him support my weight.

There is a knock at the door, "are ya done in there?" a voice asks.

Shit.

"One second," I say, scrambling to put on my own clothes.

Quinn stands in the corner of the stall watching me with a small smirk on his face. I pick up the fabric scraps that I didn't wear and hand them to him. I found the thong I was wearing all torn up on the floor.

"You ripped it," I say, trying to keep my voice quiet.

He shrugs his shoulders.

"You're buying it," I shove the ripped lace at him.

"Only if I get to see it on you again," his voice quiets when we leave the stall.