In Every Universe | Quinn Hughes

12 | Quinn

I DON'T KNOW HOW I ENDED UP HOVERING OVER LILY WITH her legs wrapped around my hips but here we are. We're parked at the rink, no other cars in sight as the building remains closed for the night, but for some reason it still feels forbidden, so we keep talking to each other in a whisper.

For some reason, Lily has really adopted the use of my full name, so much so that when I brush my knuckles over her already damp core, she whimpers it.

"Quintin," she sighs, and for crying out loud it's so fucking sexy that it gives me goosebumps up the back of my neck. "Please?"

I'm not sure what she's begging for, maybe for me to hurry up and screw her senseless? But I don't want to hurry up, I want to take in every single minuscule moment of this, and commit it to the part of my memory reserved just for her. I want to drag my fingers slowly over the skin of her bare ribs, down over her stomach and then over her hips, watching her involuntarily buck up to meet me in the middle, her eyelashes fluttering in bliss as she lets out a pretty little whine.

So, that's exactly what I do.

"Quinn, please," she's begging again. "I wanna be fucked by you."

I chuckle lowly, capturing her lips in what feels like our billionth kiss tonight. "You're impatient, darling."

"I just want your dick rammed inside me," she admits through batted breath, and fuck she's perfect for me, because I want to ram my dick inside her so badly that it takes up a good chunk of my conscious thoughts.

I brush my fingertips over her bundle of nerves, still covered by the cotton of her underwear that I want gone, maybe forever. "You're such a sweet little girl for me, huh?"

She nods up at me, that little pout back on her lips that has my stomach flipping on any normal day, but right now I just want to own her.

"Will you tell me who you belong to, sweetheart?" I husk, pushing aside the cotton and slipping one of my fingers in. Her head tips back, hips lifting to force me deeper and holy fuck she's already dripping for me.

Breathlessly, she grabs my hand that's shoved deep inside her, pulls it out and positions it so that I've got two fingers present and ready to feel her. I smirk at her notion, showing me exactly what she wanted. Such a good girl.

She moans loudly when I give her exactly what she had asked for, which I catch in a heated kiss, tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. "Tell me who you belong to, sweet girl."

"Y-you," she stammers, whining again.

Like I said. "Good girl."

"P-please fuck me, Quinn," she whispers, aching for me to make her come. Fuck I wanted her come on my hand, maybe my face, my dick, everywhere.

"Let me pleasure my girl how I want," I growl, but since she's begging, maybe I'd give in to her sooner than I thought.

In all my years of being sexually active, I'd grown to be quite a selfish lover. I couldn't help it, women truly threw themselves at me and for the most part, I let them. But with Lily, I wanted to take my time, learn every tiny little corner and crevice of her body, find out what makes her hypersensitive, the places that send her into overdrive.

The more I fuck here with my fingers, the wetter she becomes until she's just a moaning mess under me, gasping for air and gripping one handful of my shirt, the other holding the back of the drivers seat, supporting herself.

Excitement dances behind my eyes as I ruin her, watching her come undone before me like then pretty obedient girl she is.

Sighing blissfully the moment she's ridden out her high, I give her no time to protest before climbing down the seats until my face is between those perfect legs. They were slightly parted before, but now, I want them spread for me.