Social Media is FAKE • Q. Hughes

•T W E N T Y - T H R E E•

😈⚠️NSFW WARNING⚠️😈

NOLEE's POV
"So was it planned that Elias would be gone tonight?" I smirked, settling onto the couch next to Quinn. I had changed into sweatpants and a hoodie, sneaking a lace bodysuit on under, to match the romantic vibes of the evening.

"No." He chuckled, looking down at me.

"So it was?" I laughed, reacting to what he had said.

"Maybe." He said, turning back to the tv and putting his arm around me to hold me close. I laid my head on his chest while he picked out a movie.

"What are we watching?" I asked him.

"I was thinking Shudder Island?" He asked me.

"That movie is scary." I shuddered. "Maybe not a thriller."

"Ok not a thriller." He smiled, smoothing a hand over my hair. "How about Talladega Nights?"

"I love that movie." I smiled as he selected the movie, letting it play.  He leaned forward and took a sip of his water, then leaned back and slipped his hand in the waistband on my sweatpants. He froze when his hand felt the lace I was wearing. He trailed his hand down my side, feeling how far the lace went.

He stopped when he got to the edge of the lace and toyed with the hem.

"What's this?" He asked, slipping his fingers under the fabric.

"A surprise for you." I smiled, rolling onto my back to look at him. He looked back at me and searched my face before closing his eyes and moving his hand over my stomach.

He took a deep breath and looked upwards before looking back at me. I sent him a lazy smile, encouraging him to touch me, telling him it's ok.

I adjusted my position so my head was in his lap. I knew exactly what I was doing, but I'm not sure that he knew. So I moved my head a little so I could see the growing bulge in his pants out of the corner of my eye. His eyes went wide as I turned my head and pressed my cheek lightly against his pants. He let out a heavy breath and closed his eyes.

"What?" I asked him, looking at his expression.

"Nothing." He said, his words coming out as a half groan. He balled his hand into a fist on my stomach and looked up to the sky.

I reached down and pulled my sweat pants down. His head snapped down to look at what I was doing.

"Getting a little hot." I smirked, sitting up once my pants were off. I climbed onto his lap and straddled him. His hands landed on my hips, holding me in place. I ran my hands under his shirt and up his body, feeling every ridge of his muscles. He shuddered as I ran my finger nails over his body. I gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it to the side.

His eyes were still wide, looking at me. I felt his dick pulse against me when he moved his hands over the lace. He trailed his hands further up my waist, taking the hoodie up over my head.

"Holy shit." Quinn whispered, his eyes moving over my body, admiring the black lace bodysuit I was wearing.

"This is quite the surprise." He said, tearing his eyes away from my body and looking into mine. He leaned closer to me, attaching my lips to his. I kissed him back and tangled my fingers in his hair. His tongue slid into my mouth, grazing my teeth before pulling away. He watched his hands run over my body, stopping at my chest. He pulled the right strap down, letting my nipple free. He lightly brushed his fingers over the puckered bud, looking into my eyes. He then leaned in and took it in his mouth. He bit down on my nipple, causing me to throw my head back. His other hand moved to grip my left breast, his fingers pulling on my nipple.

Quinn released my nipple and breast and moved his hands back to my hips. He gently lifted me off his waist, setting me on the couch. I watched as he slid off his pants and underwear, discarding them to the side. I spread my legs, letting him settle in between them. He quickly attached his lips to mine, his hands settled on my waist as he pushed his hips onto mine. His cock pushed against me, showing me how much he liked my surprise.

He pulled away from me and ran his hands up to my shoulders. His eyes connected with mine, asking for permission to pull off the bodysuit.

"Please." I said, closing my eyes as his hands slowly pulled the material off my body.

"You are so beautiful No." He told me, looking me over. His rough palms ran up my legs making me shudder. He ran a finger in between my folds and let out a low groan when he felt how wet I am.

I let out a whimper as he teased me with the head of his cock, pulling it through my folds and putting pressure on my clit.

"Please Quinn." I moaned. "I've been waiting for so long."

He stopped his movement and looked me in the eyes, his filled with lust. "What have you been waiting for?"

"I've been waiting for your cock. To have it inside me." I said, my voice breathy.

He let a noise out of his throat, something similar to a growl. "I have too."

He leaned down to his pants and pulled out a condom. I leaned forwards and took the condom from him, opening it and slowly rolling it down his cock. He closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling of my hands on his dick.

Quinn lined his dick up ready to slide it in me as soon as I gave him permission. I met his gaze, silently telling him I was ready.

"Say it." Quinn spoke quietly. "Tell me."

"Quinn please fuck me. Please." I begged. He smirked then bottomed out inside of me. I cried out in pleasure as he slowly moved. I had to take a few seconds to get used to the size of him inside of me.

"Need me to wait?" He asked, breathless.

"Just start slow please." I asked him, trying to relax around him.

"Just relax, if you want all of it you need to relax." He spoke, brushing a hand over my head.

"This isn't all of it?" I asked, my eyes flying open.

"No still a few inches to go princess." He smirked. And here I am thinking this man was all inside of me. "Just take three deep breaths."

I listened to him and as soon as the last breath had been released from my lungs he moved himself further into me.

"Jesus." I groaned, his cock leaving no room inside of me.

"Too much?" He asked, a slight hint of worry in his voice.

"No. I just didn't know you were so big." I said, looking into his eyes.

"What can I say." He smirked, a new confidence filling his voice. He grabbed my right ankle and lifted it over his shoulder, then repeated the motion with my left leg. The new angle hit the perfect spot deep inside me and then I knew, perfect respectful Quinn Hughes is not as innocent as he seems.

I felt as he slowly pulled out of me then began a relentless pace, pounding into me, his cock hitting my sweet spot every time. I moaned out, feeling my high come over me, quicker than I'd ever admit.

"Come on No. You can come for me." He groaned, looking me in the eyes as he thrusted his hips into me, and about three quick thrusts later, I was coming apart under him.

"Good girl." He told me, closing his eyes as he chased his high. He was relentless, never slowing down, not even for a second. I felt myself tighten around him, my high threatening to spill over. "Hold on for me."

I did my best to hold in my orgasm, running my fingernails down his back, digging into his skin. "Shit I'm close Quinn."

"Just one more second." He said, throwing his head back as a bead of sweat escaped from his forehead.

"Quinn!" I screamed, unable to hold on any longer.

"I'm coming, come on No." He spoke, thrusting as hard as he possibly could. Soon he slowed down as I came down from my high.

Quinn pulled out and collapsed down onto my chest. His breathing was heavy and he moved his hands up my sides.

"Thank you." He breathed, lifting himself just enough to smile at me then kiss me. I smiled back at him and reached over to pull the blanket over us.