Page 27 of Hard Hitter

Quinn slid his trembling hands up the bottom of her skirt, feeling where it had stuck itself to her skin. He smiled and shook his head, "The things you women wear to make a man's jaw drop." Once he'd successfully un-stuck the material from her legs, taking his time to feel her thighs and making his blood that had already rushed itself downward throb even harder, he gently tugged the skirt down. First revealing her navel set into a flat and toned stomach, then the sweet and surprisingcurves of her hips and ass, and her lacy lavender colored thong. He slipped the skirt down until it fell onto the floor at his feet.

His heart was pounding as he took in the sight of this woman laying here next to him and a rush of breath escaped him. As many times as he'd fantasized about her over the years, never was she this striking. His fantasies didn't account for her constellation of freckles across the bridge of her nose, nor did they remember the small birthmark on her left hip, just above the band of her thong. Quinn wanted to devour her like an exquisite and essential course he'd been starving for after a long day on the diamond. One he knew he should savor, butgoddamn,he wanted her all at once.

She was too tipsy to make a move on, that was for sure, but his cock didn't seem aware. He felt his erection press hard against the zipper of his jeans, begging to be let out. He couldn't stop staring at her. And then she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a sheer and lace bra, and he heard the growl escape his throat.

"Nothing you haven't seen before, right?" Rae's voice came out low and sultry as she watched him drink her in. She laced her fingers with his and pulled him on top of her.

Quinn looked down at this goddess beneath him, swallowing hard, "Your body's changed a little since we were seventeen. Good changes, though," his eyes swept over her body under his. "Reallygood."

He hesitated for a moment with his lips hovering over hers. Their eyes met, and with another look down at her full, wanting lips, he let his brush hers briefly, pulled back to meet her eyes once more, before crushing his mouth to hers.

Quinn wasn't just kissing Rae, he was tasting her, consuming her. He parted her lips with his tongue and swept into her mouth with insurmountable force. He climbed on top of her and she tore his shirt over his head. He swore he never wanted their lips to part as his tongue conquered hers. He pressed his hips down on hers, holding her hard against the bed. A groan escaped the back of Rae's throat as he grinded the length of his cock between her legs, and her body’s response told him that it was exactly what she wanted. Her hands slid up the hardplanes of his chest and around the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He was dizzy with how much he needed this, needed her. He needed to claim hernow.He had to know that she was his- and he was going to make sure she knew it, too.

To hell with his damn elbow, Quinn tore Rae's hands away from where they were tangled in his hair and thrust them above her head, pinning them there. Her sexy little grin she gave in response told him she needed to be dominated by him.Fuck, she was going to let him make his claim on her and take her any way he wanted. Quinn kissed her hard again, covering her mouth with his and drinking her in. He could practically hear his dick screaming to be let out of its cage or else it was going to tear itself out.

He let go of Rae's wrists and began unbuttoning his jeans and she used this moment to swiftly unhook her bra and toss it to the side.Mother of fuck.He growled again, urgency filling his veins to get these fucking pants off faster so he could worship those breasts. Hastily, he kicked his jeans off, along with his boxer briefs and held himself above Rae and watched as her eyes widened with hunger at the sight of how hard his cock had gotten for her. She reached a hand down toward his stiff dick, but Quinn grabbed it and shoved it back up over her head, pressing himself back onto her.

"Not now, baby," Quinn whispered hoarsely. "I've gotta make you mine first, then you can have me."

Rae let out the most perfect moan of pleasure from his words and he almost lost control- if he hadn't lost it already. Quinn was grinding down on her over her soft, lace panties, and knew he was rubbing her clit just right with his cock. Rae threw her head back, arching her neck and back, and letting out another moan. Quinn felt the wetness of her pussy as she soaked through her panties.

Oh fuck, this was fucking happening. Rae. Rae DeRose.MyRae is under me and she fuckingwantsme. Bad.

Giving her mouth a break from his, he trailed his lips and tongue down her jaw and neck to her perfectly rounded, pink-tipped breasts, licking and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Rae let out a whimper and he continued to rub his rock hard length against her clit, sucking and gently scraping his teeth across her bare nipple.

Quinn felt high on the sounds of her ragged breathing, her little whimpers and moans as he did everything to please her, and the feel of her bare skin against his. Even against his hips that were holding her down, Rae was raising hers to match his rhythm, to get the most out of the sensation of his now wet cock against her clit, and he felt her body tense for a split second as she gasped. The release came wave upon wave, and she threw her head back with an impassioned cry of his name.

Holy fuck, that's the only way I ever want to hear my name again.

Her muscles jerked and quivered as the orgasm ripped through her, and Quinn watched, studying every detail, storing this moment in the deep crevices of his memory to play over and over again. Rae's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and as it slowed her muscles began to relax, until she was lying under Quinn, gazing up at him with a satisfied expression and a glint in her eyes he'd never seen before.

Raelyn DeRose, you are the most beautiful creature on this earth.

As Quinn's eyes swept over her again, drinking in the delicious sight beneath him, he was hit with an infuriating truth, and he sent an apology to his cock before saying through his own harsh breathing, "Rae...you have no idea how bad I want this.Fuckdo I want this, but…"

"What's wrong?" Rae's expression changed so immediately and he inwardly cursed himself for making her go from looking like a sex goddess to startlingly insecure so quickly.

"No, nothing, you're perfect.So fucking perfect," Quinn closed his eyes, "but you've had a lot to drink. I don't want to do this…like this. You deserve more...I...I want to know you want this,want me, and it's not just alcohol and bad decisions on your part."

Rae's eyes flicked back and forth between his, and he felt like she was holding her breath, surely remembering the last time he’d interrupted what should have been a perfect, intimate moment between them. He swallowed and tried to communicate with his gaze how much he wanted to make this up to her. Makeeverythingup to her. Finally, she let out a breath, the corner of her pink lips pulling up in a slight smile and nodded, “Okay.”

The tightness that had formed in Quinn's chest loosened so he continued, "Let me take you out. On a date. Aproperdate. And if it leads us here, I will fucking worship you."

Rae narrowed her eyes looking up at him and chewed her bottom lip as she considered, then at last, she sighed, "Fine...You're probably right. Besides, I want to be fully sober when I enjoyallof this." She dragged her hands over his shoulders and down his sides, grabbing his hips and pulling them tighter onto hers, "But you don't have to stop kissing me."

Quinn's smile spread across his whole face and he was filled with the most genuine happiness he'd felt in ages. His lips pressed down to hers again, more gently this time, and then placing a kiss on her forehead, he rolled onto the bed next to her, wrapping her in his arms. God, this had to be the best feeling there was. Raelyn DeRose here with him, her skin against his.

They dressed, Rae in the pajamas he'd picked out for her, and Quinn in his boxer briefs. They exchanged kisses, talking and laughing into the darkness of her bedroom. Rae fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, and curling his body around hers, feeling lighter and calmer than he had in ages, Quinn fell asleep to the sound of Rae's slow, steady breathing.

Chapter 11

Oh God, my head. My poor, stupid little head.

Raelyn winced as she opened her eyes into her bright, sunlit bedroom. None of the curtains were drawn, and the glass door to the balcony hadn't had the shades pulled before she got in bed.

How had she gotten into bed? She remembered Amira dressing her in a tight leather skirt and heels to go to Trojan Horse. She remembered meeting up with Quinn and getting a booth. Chris and Jett joining them an hour or so into the night. The booth littered with empty glasses.

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