In Every Universe | Quinn Hughes

7 | Lily

I CAN'T PHYSICALLY HOLD BACK THE MOANED CRY that slips from my lips. He's taking his time, pushing two of his fingers in and then back out as slowly as he can, wanting to feel every inch of me as I clench around him, so wet I'm pretty sure I'm dripping my first climax down over his hand.

I can feel it slowly travelling down my leg, my other leg still up around his hips as he holds it there in a death grip.

"Q-Quinn," I stutter, my voice breathless and barely there. He tips his head back, groaning, as if his name spilling from my lips is like music to his ears. "F-faster, please."

The smirk that spreads across his face is the death of me, making my knees wobble and buckle under me. The grip he has on my leg keeps me from collapsing, but the way he's now pounding into me like there's no tomorrow has my head spinning while I tangle my fingers in his hair and grip only it tightly.

This earns me another groan, followed by: "My God, you feel so good."

A feeling builds in the pit of my stomach that I now recognise as Quinn bringing me to my ultimate high. I never imagined that the first time I did anything remotely sexual with a boy that I'd come more than once, but here we were. Quinn was torturing me in the best way, and I was at this point, moaning so loud I'm pretty sure if anyone was in the hall they'd definitely be able to hear.

But I'm not the only one being loud. Quinn is groaning and growling and praising me. He can feel it, that I'm about to come, I don't know how but he can, and so he starts telling me to let go for him, and who am I to deny him exactly what he wants?

"That's it sweetheart," he husks, curling his fingers forward and earning a cry out of me as I clutch at his hair harder. "Good girl, such a good girl for me."

I screw my eyes shut, that feeling getting stronger, so intense I want to scream.

"Open your eyes, Lily," he demands. I do as I'm told without thought, knowing that his dominant behaviour isn't a joke. "Atta girl, look at me, darling. Let me watch you come for me."

Yeah, that'll do it. That's all it takes for Quinn Hughes to make me come undone in his arms, for me to lose control of myself and cry out his name over and over again as he smiles down at me through his lashes, his lips pulling ever so slightly to the right.

Quinn sucks my come right off his fingers, all while I press myself against the wall of his bedroom, staring up at him with wide eyes and my heart thundering in my chest. He grins down at me, using his hand that was previously gripping my leg to brush away stray hairs from my face and tuck them behind my ears.

"I made a mess of my girl," he breathes, but he almost sounds proud of himself, and the way he's looking at me has me thinking that maybe I'm the prettier girl in the entire universe to him. Maybe in every universe. "So fucking perfect, let me taste—"

There's a knock on the door, startling us both out of our daze in an instant. Quinn jumps back from me, without meaning to, but it still happens, and a look washes over his face similar to regret. Like maybe he'd done all of that to me because he was drunk and I was there and maybe he didn't really think I was perfect or his.

A new feeling settles in the pit of my stomach close to embarrassment, burning deep within me and making me feel nauseas.

"Lily, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," he breathes, cupping my cheeks. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Wait, seriously? That's what he's worried about? I was just screaming his name and he thinks he made me uncomfortable? I shake my head no, because that's all I can bring myself to do. The knock on the door sounds again, this time accompanied by a voice.