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Quinn was something…different. Special, as corny as that sounded. I really did like him.
“You and I want the same thing right now,” he said. I raised my brows because was that actually possible? “A moment of something kind with someone who makes you feel safe. Your first time can be very bad if you’re not careful. But I can make it good, Ferris. I can make it very,verygood.”
Swallowing heavily, I met his gaze. It was hard to hold it, but after a beat, I relaxed. His eyes were so pretty. They were crinkled in the corners, and the irises were dark like a forest floor right after it rained.
He cupped my jaw and ran his thumb over my lips. “Do you still want this?”
“Yes.” I was all nerves now, but less than I had been when I blurted out the truth. My hands were trembling, but when I curled them around his wrists, I relaxed even more. “I want you.”
He groaned softly as he ran his palm up and down my spine. When he got to the bottom of my shirt, he curled his fingers in the fabric and drew it up, exposing my back to the cool air. “Yes?”
I nodded.
He tugged further, further, until my shirt came up over my head and fell onto the cushion beside me. My nipples were immediately peaked and sensitive, and as though they were like little sexy magnets, his fingers were drawn to them.
He pinched gently, and my cock felt like it was going to explode right there. “Oh god, ohfuck.”
Quinn looked down at my bulge and the growing wet patch in my jeans. “I think I need to make you come.”
“I thought th-that was the p-point,” I stammered as he rubbed both thumbs in a hard circle, making my nipples even more sensitive. My dick was pulsing now, and I could feel an orgasm building. Christ, I was going to shoot off, and it would all be over, and this wouldn’t even fucking count.
“It’ll count,” he said. Damn it, I needed to stop that. “But I think I should make you come because I have a feeling you have a gorgeous refractory rate, and I bet I can get you to come a few more times before you have to go back home.”
My balls felt suddenly heavy and hot. “You think?”
He exhaled through his nose, then shuffled upward so he was sitting straighter, and he touched my chin. “How about this. I’m going to make you come now so you can relax and not focus everything on holding it back. And you won’t leave here until you feel absolutely fucking satisfied—like soul-deep satisfied—that you’ve lost every part of your virginity that you want to lose.”
I stared at his chin. He had the smallest flecks of grey in his beard—like glitter. He was so pretty. “Why are you so nice?”
“I’m not,” he said with a hard laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not nice. But I really like you.”
“I’m weird.”
“Yeah. And I like that. I like that you’re honest and blunt and that you don’t try and coat words with other words. You just say whatever’s on your mind. You ask for what you want—whatyou need. You’re funny, Ferris, and so smart, and I can’t wait to watch you on the ice because I have a feeling you play like you fuck.”
“You don’t know how I play or fuck.” I knew I was deflecting. I was shit at accepting compliments.
He tilted his head with a tiny grin. “No, but I will. So, what do you say?”
Well, hell. It wasn’t like I was going to say no.
I could have kissedQuinn forever. It felt that good. His hands were strong and powerful, and he seemed to know how to touch me without making it hurt. He was tuned in, and every time I so much as flinched, he either dug his fingers in harder or moved away completely.
No one had ever paid attention to me like that, and halfway through the start of our make-out session, I realized how much giving this up was going to suck.
I didn’t have much of a choice, of course. I didn’t have room for a relationship right now. With graduation and my starting season with Boston, how could I possibly give this man the attention he deserved?
Not that he gave me any indication he wanted more than this, but if he did, I wasn’t sure I could meet him even close to halfway. And that would never be fair. Walking away might kill me, but having this night would be worth it.
All thought quickly left my head when Quinn unzipped my jeans. He urged me to lift up, and he shimmied them down to my thighs, then settled me back down. Before I could even takea breath to ask what was happening, he gripped my dick against his warm, calloused palm.
The contrast between his tender touch and his rough skin was almost too much. My hands flew to his shoulders, and my hips began to thrust in the circle of his fingers, almost like I had no choice. I was moving entirely on instinct.
“That’s right,” he murmured. “Yeah. Take it. You’re so fucking good at this, Ferris. So good. Fuck, look at you. I’m so goddamn hard watching you do this.”
His words rushed over me like water rapids, pulsing and surging as the feeling in my balls spread to my stomach. I was going to come, and there was no stopping it. I grunted, my abs going tight as I felt the familiar sparking sensation coast over my skin.
Quinn’s hand sped up as his other one reached around me to cup my ass. He spread my cheek to the side, exposing me to the air, then a rough finger brushed over my hole, and that was it. Between one breath and the next, I came.
