Page 70 of The Late Hit
My body feels like an electric shock from my head, down my chest, and settling in my core. Our bodies are moving together, and the only things separating us are his athletic shorts and a tiny scrap of fabric covering my pussy. The denim skirt I’m wearing is bunched around my hips. I wonder if he can feel how wet I am for him. Thank God he has black shorts on, or there’d be evidence of my arousal in his lap. Quinton pulls away from my mouth and starts kissing his way down to my neck, finding that sensitive spot below my ear.
My chest is heaving, and I’m so wrapped up in what he’s doing to my neck that I don’t feel his hand traveling from my thigh to my center. His pointer finger slides across the fabric, and he growls into my neck. He sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth before pulling away to look at me.
“Christ, Wilder, you’re soaked.” He watches my reaction; no doubt he can see how turned on I am. “Is all this for me?”
Words are hard. My best friend just kissed me into blissful oblivion. All I can do is nod my head. Grabbing the back of his neck, I pull him back down to meet my lips. I can feel how hard he is for me. He’s even harder now than he was this morning. Quinton takes his pointer finger and goes back to rubbing me. Sliding the thin piece of fabric to the side, he slips his finger inside me. A long gasp escapes my lips, and I moan. It only fuels him as he begins to pump his finger inside of me, then slips a second digit to meet the first. Using his thumb, he applies pressure to the bundle of nerves that are pulsing for attention.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, meeting his movement.
“No baby, it’s just me,” he says, going back to devouring my neck.
I’m close. So close. He must sense it too, because his movement quickens. His fingers work faster, hooking to hit that spot deep inside me, while his thumb applies more pressure to my clit.
“Quinton!” I scream, not even caring if there’s anyone in the house or not. “Oh, oh. I-I-I’m coming!”
“Let go, Wilder. Come for me,” he says, looking up at me.
He’s watching, waiting for me to come apart. And that’s all it takes. I’m coming, moaning, and screaming his name. Body shaking, chest heaving, I come back down to reality. Quinton Boyd just made me come again. Come hard and fast. And I loved it. He slides his fingers from inside me, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean. I moan again, questioning if I could come again from just watching that.
His mouth finds mine again. Our lips fuse together, and I open, allowing his tongue to enter. I moan at the taste of myself. He grunts at my response before pulling away with a sexy smirk.
“You like tasting yourself on me, don’t you?”
“You already know I fucking love it,” I respond, reaching up to pull him back down to me.
Our tongues find each other, dueling and tasting each other.
My hand roams from his neck to his front. Grazing my fingers down the ridges of his abs, I feel him shudder beneath me. A thrill runs through me, spurring me on. Continuing my journey, I find his long, hard cock. Gripping him through his shorts, he groans against my lips.
“Fuck, Wilder,” he hisses between clenched teeth.
I’m dying to repay him. I begin stroking him over the silky material of his shorts. Another moan. Another shiver. And I know what I need to do.
In one swift movement, I shove him off me and roll off the bed. Before he has a chance to speak, I’m kneeling on the floor, looking up at him through hooded, lust-filled eyes. A devilish smirk spreads across my lips before running my tongue over my bottom lip.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Q asks, bringing himself to a sitting position, legs hanging off the side of his bed, erection tenting his pants.
I chuckle before responding. “Have you never had a girl get on her knees for you?”
“I mean, yeah, but you don’t have to do this. I don’t expect anything in return…” he trails off.
“Shut the hell up and let me put that cock in my mouth, so I can taste you too.”
“Jesus Christ, Wilder,” he rushes out, getting on his feet in front of me. “Keep talking like that, and I’m going to come right now.”
Without saying another word, I reach for the waistband of his shorts. Slowly, I pull them down, watching his cock spring free. Letting the material pool at his feet, I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his thick dick. My eyes watch him as I begin to pump him in my hands. Watching him watch my hand, I increase the pace. His eyes flutter before closing, and that’s when I lean forward, licking the bead of precum off his tip.
A moan escapes both of us. No longer willing to wait, I take him in my mouth. His crown slips past my lips as I slowly suck him in. Working my way down and opening my throat to take all of him.
“So big,” I mumble around him.
“Fuck,” he responds.
I continue to bob my head as I suck and pump him with my fist.
“Shit, Wilder,” he grumbles, his hand finding the back of my head. “You feel so good sucking my cock, taking me in your throat.”
I moan against him as his words affect me. His hips thrust as he works my head until he’s fucking my face. I continue to hollow my cheeks, sucking him as I let him take control.
