Page 62 of Delayed Penalty

Knee on the bed, I lean over her, and it feels eerily like the last time we were in her room together. I hover over her, my lips just inches from hers, only this time it’s different, especially when I slide my hand between her legs, covering her hand with mine and taking control of the buzzing toy, her slickness already coating my fingers as she spreads her legs even wider. She groans deliciously when I move it to just the right spot, her head lolling back, her eyes closing.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes, Quinn. Look at me when I make you come,” I command, moving it away from the spot she loves just because I can.

She whimpers softly but snaps her hazy gaze to me, her lips parted, and her breaths shallow. Even though I know this is so wrong for so many reasons, she looks fucking gorgeous like this, completely out of controland at my mercy. I want more of it. I want more of her.

“Hayes…” she moans. “I’m so close. I’m…”

But she doesn’t finish, and I understand why. It’s too much for me too. My cock feels so fucking heavy I wish I could pull it out and paint her with my cum.

I can’t. I shouldn’t. Hell, I shouldn’t even be doingthis.

But I am. We are. And I want nothing more than to hear her call my name as she falls apart.

“Let go, Quinn,” I tell her, moving the toy back to that spot she loves so much. “Come for me.”

She nods, sinking her teeth into her lower lip, her eyes never once leaving mine as she relaxes, and it’s not even ten seconds before the levee breaks. Her back arches up, her legs shaking so violently I can feel the bed quake.

But that’s not what gets me.

It’s the single word she whispers as she comes.

“Adam.”

It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to come in my pants like some sex-deprived teenager. Instead, I focus all my attention on her as she comes down from her high, her body melting into the mattress as I drag the toy away from her greedy cunt and flip it off, tossing it aside.

The room is quiet save for Quinn’s choppy breaths,and the reality of what just happened starts to crawl into the corners of the silence, finding a home and rearing its ugly head. I just helped Quinn masturbate. I just got her off. She just said my name as she came. I want to do it again. And more than that…I think she’d let me.

“Hayes, I?—”

But I don’t let her finish. I press my lips to hers in a hard, harsh kiss, nothing like the kind of kiss Iwantto give her. It’s over far too soon, and when I wrench my mouth from hers, her eyes are wide, and she’s panting as she tries to catch her breath.

“Next time you come to my game, you wear my number, understood?”

She nods.

I rise from the bed and march from the room, darting back down the hall to the safety of my own bedroom. I march straight to my bathroom and strip off my suit, not even bothering to toss it into the hamper before I step into the shower, my cock in my hand before I’ve even stepped under the hot water. It takes three strokes before I’m coming in a rush, my seed spilling all over the stall wall, and when I do, there’s only one thing I say.

“Quinn.”

CHAPTER 13

QUINN

I knew he was home.

I was so keyed up after the game, I couldn’t sleep. I thought a quick orgasm could help take the edge off and I’d be out like a baby, but when I heard the front door open, then his feet moving across the hardwood, I didn’t stop. I don’t think I could have even if I’d wanted to. The idea of getting caught was far too thrilling for me to resist.

I listened as he got closer and closer, never once even considering turning off the toy. I thought he might stop and listen, but I never expected him to push my door open, or come into the room. The door must not have latched all the way, and I’ve honestly never been more grateful for that mistake in my life because it was like once it was open, he couldn’t stay away.

Frankly, I didn’t want him to. No, Ibeggedhim tocome closer. To touch me. He did, and it was fucking magical. Hands down the best orgasm of my life.

Next time you come to my game, you wear my number, understood?

His words float through my mind for the hundredth time since he whispered them. They were so hot. So…possessive. Like he was staking his claim. The funny part is, I didn’t even realize I was wearing the jersey until he said something. I just left it on because it was comfortable and breezy, and honestly, I was too lazy to change. I guess Hayes noticed, though.

Then he stormed out of my room and left me unable to sleep, the exact opposite thing I was hoping the orgasm would accomplish. I didn’t fall asleep until about three AM, and I’m feeling it today.

“Just Quinn?”

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