WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT.
Cayden's POV
With Quinn, there was nothing better in the world than make-up sex.
The janitors closet door clicked shut behind me. I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist loosely, and began kissing and sucking on her neck as I backed her against the back wall. She chuckled as she wrapped her arms around my neck and tilted her head which gave me more access.
When her back finally hit the wall, she let out a puff of air laced with pleasure. I kissed a trail up her neck and began nibbling on her ear, causing her to shiver from a combination of pleasure and the cooling patch of saliva I left on her neck.
She fisted my shirt in one hand and my hair in the other, giving it a slight tug earning a growl to bubble up from my throat. Our faces collided in a hungry and breathless kiss as her eager tongue danced with mine. I tangled my hand in her long curled dirty blond hair and made quick work of her shirt to reveal a lacy black bra. My favorite one.
We broke our ongoing kiss only to take off our shirts, and without stopping, I unzipped her jeans as she did the same for me. Down came her pants along with her lacy matching black panties, just as I suspected. I reached around her to undo the clasp at the back of her bra with a single hand. I watched as it slipped off of her naked body and fell to the floor. I let my pants fall and then stepped out of them.
"I love it when we fight." she breathed into my ear as her warm body pressed up against my own. She leaned into me pushing herself away from the wall some.
"You have no idea." I said huskily into her ear before pushing her back up against the wall a little harder than I intended to. A whimper escaped from her lips, and I took it as pleasure rather than pain.
I freed my erection and she quickly sank down onto me. She let out a semi soft moan which almost set me off right then and there, but luckily I held together.
She twisted her hips and ground into me. I covered her mouth with mine and thrusted into her which caused a moan to rip out of her chest. I buried my head into her sweet smelling neck and grunted as I came to find a familiar rhythm and began to move my hips to a steady pace.
I found myself pounding into her with my face still in her neck. Almost there I thought. I could feel her squeeze me as we both climaxed and her legs tightened around my waist. I let out a grunt as I finished inside of her.
She looked down at me with hair in her face, which only moved when she huffed out the air she breathed in, and smiled. I pushed the lock of hair out of her face to reveal those cold blue eyes of hers.
"More lust than love there, huh?" She breathed while she pushed her hands through my hair.
Without a word, I placed her on the floor and made sure she found her balance before I turned away to collect my clothes and out them on. She did the same, and it wasn't long before we dressed. I placed my hand on the door nob, and that's when she put a hand on my shoulder and slid her hand down to my wrist and tugged at it. I turned around to see a look of genuine concern.
"Hey." she said softly. "You okay?"
"Never better." I said with an attitude and turned back to the door.
"So that's it?" She bitched.
"Yeah actually, it is." I hissed.
"What's your fucking problem? You're so-"
"I'm so what... huh? You really wanna know what my problem is Quinn? I like you, but you're way too oblivious to know that. Why I would ever fall for a hoe will always cease to amaze me." I spat. She winced at every blow I delivered but I didn't feel guilty for a word I said. "I'm done Quinn."
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