Page 34 of Hard Hitter

Her hands were unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants, pulling the zipper down. He wasn't entirely sure how to handle this situation unfolding before him. He didn't think he wanted this. Well, he didn't wantherto do this. They hardly spoke on the way to the restaurant, and apparently her way of making dinner conversation was to start rubbing one off under the table.

She began kissing down his neck and slid down his body until she was on her knees on the floor of the limo and his erection had been freed from its navy blue prison.

"Oh fuck," Quinn groaned as she put her mouth on him. The times he'd pictured this happening, he thought he'd be able to lean his head back and relax, but he found himself straining to not burst too soon. He wrapped a hand in her hair, the sensations he was feeling completely blocking out all other thoughts. She worked her mouth up and down, tongue licking, hands pumping, and before long he was letting out a low, guttural moan. His hips jerked and thrusted, emptying himself inside her mouth. "Goddamn.”Quinn threw his head back on the leather head rest of the seat, chest heaving, trying to come back to reality after this celestial experience.

"Oh, look," Britney's bright voice cut through the fog filling his brain. "There's my clutch." She picked up a small white purse off the far end of the seat that couldn't possibly contain more than a few cards and, likely, a retainer case. Britney gave him a wink and slid toward the door. “Come on, you'll need to eat if you want to keep up later."

Britney dipped out of the limousine and Quinn simply stared after her in shock.

What...thefuckjust happened?

He had no real recollection of deciding that it was something he wanted Britney to do. She'd just sort of...started, and his body responded. Not that he'd had absolutely no say in what had just happened, but he did feel a little like he'd been attacked. By a mouth.

Once he'd pulled his boxers and pants back on, and had successfully tucked his shirt back in, Quinn slipped out of the limo and followed Britney back into the restaurant. He hoped he didn't look too disheveled, although he was sure Jett at least had an idea of what had just happened out there. Quinn was sure he'd be forced to give him a play-by-play once they got to the dance but wasn't entirely sure he wanted too many people knowing about it. If everyone except him had known about Britney's reputation, how long would it take for this to get back to Rae?

They made it through dinner and arrived at the dance without any more spontaneous attacks. The weight of what happened didn't hit him until he saw Rae enter the gymnasium on Liam's arm, looking like an elegant and alluring goddess in her light blue and lace dress. Quinn couldn't take his eyes off of her and he was suddenly hit with the same feeling of regret, or more likely self pity, that he'd felt a couple weeks ago when he'd witnessed Liam asking her out only moments before he'd planned to ask her himself. He wondered what their night would have been like if he was with her instead. He was almost certain he wouldn't have gotten a blow job in the back of a limousine, but he was sure he would've found a way to survive.

He saw Liam step away from her to greet some of his buddies and Quinn decided to take this chance to talk to her. It had only beentwo weeks since he'd struck out with Rae and in that time, things had seemed a little strained. He wanted to make sure that once this night was over, things would go back to normal.

"Hey," Quinn said as he approached Rae. "You look...amazing."

Rae turned and looked up at him, smiling her familiar, bright smile. "Hey! Thanks." She looked down at her dress before looking him over. "You look handsome. You got a haircut...and you tamed it somehow."

"Don't try to run your hands through it," said Quinn. "They'll get stuck. I think I'm ninety percent gel right now."

Rae looked curiously amused, then touched the top of his hair. "Oh, yeah, that's crusty." She giggled and looked at him, biting her lip. "Who'd you come with?"

"Uh, Britney Garrett," Quinn replied hesitantly.

Eyebrows shooting up in surprise and her face twisting into a suggestive smirk, Rae said, "Trying to lose the V-card, are we?"

Quinn groaned and put his face in his hands. He looked up with a wince, "I had to be the only person who didn't know that about her."

Nodding, unconvinced, Rae said, "Sure, just make sure you wear protection. And I'm not just talking about a condom. I mean, full body armor. She will attack you like a grizzly bear in heat."

"Are you trying to scare me so I don't do it?" Quinn asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Maybe.” Rae shrugged. "I'd hate for you to catch the herp at the fragile young age of seventeen."

"Is that all?" Quinn's head was down, voice lowered so that only Rae could hear him.

Rae looked at him, her eyes searching briefly before falling on his mouth. He wondered if she was going to kiss him and wasn't sure how he'd feel having his first kiss with Rae on the same night he'd already been mauled by a sexually ravenous cheerleader. That suggestive smirk returned and she raised a thumb to wipe under his bottom lip. "Lipstick," she said, showing Quinn the dark red color that was now on Rae's thumb.

Heat flushed Quinn's cheeks. "It was a narrow escape."

Rae's gaze was piercing and Quinn counted the seconds before she spoke again. Thankfully when she did there was a smile and a bit of a laugh in her tone. “Well, I can't say I blame her. You clean up pretty good, Quinn Casey."

"Thanks.” Quinn grinned down at his feet. While he was here talking easily again with Rae he thought maybe he didn't even have to wait until tomorrow to tell her the truth. Part of him wanted to wash off what had happened earlier in the limousine before getting sincere with her, but he wasn't sure he could wait. "Listen, I'm sorry...for being such a dick the other week."

"Don't say dick," said Rae. "I thought we talked about that."

"You told me not to say dickhead," Quinn said pointedly. "You say 'dick' all the time. Why can't I say it but you can?"

"Because 'dick' sounds better coming out of my mouth than yours."

Quinn looked up at the ceiling trying to stifle a laugh, but failed. "Yeah, I would imagine dick sounds way better in your mouth, that's a good point."

Rae straightened and Quinn saw her blush when she caught his clever quip. "Quinn. Casey. Casey."

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