Page 92 of Burnout
I had to cancel our practice tonight for a team dinner and I’m so excited to see him that it takes me another few seconds to realize something is off about him. He doesn’t look upset exactly, just not quite himself.
He takes a step forward, lethal like a panther. Quinn shoots me a smile as I step back to let him into my room and close the door.
“Sorry to show up unannounced,” he says, glancing around my room. It’s a mess.
“No, it’s fine.” I clear the laptop and notebook from my bed and place them on my desk, then turn around to face him.
He’s smiling, but his eyes are so dark, and he’s tense in a way that I don’t understand but it has me almost nervous with anticipation.
“Good.” He stalks forward and lifts me into his arms. His mouth covers mine, hard and demanding.
I melt into him and wrap my arms and legs around him.
“Miss me?” I smile into the kiss.
His answer is to suck on my bottom lip. He backs me up against the wall. I can feel him already hard underneath me. My pulse skitters as his mouth leaves mine and trails down my neck. One of his hands slips beneath the hem of my shirt.
He groans when he realizes I don’t have on a bra. His large, calloused palm cups my breast and then squeezes. He ducks down to drop wet, open-mouthed kisses onto my neck. His teeth graze my nipple, then he flicks his tongue over it.
My head falls back. “I missed your mouth.”
“Yeah?” He pulls away and looks up at me, all cocky and smug.
I nod, heart racing with the throb between my legs.
“I missed yours too.” With his thumb he drags my bottom lip down and lets it go. “This fucking mouth will be the death of me.”
He takes me over to the bed and drops me on top. My shorts and panties are gone in a flash and then his mouth is covering my pussy.
He’s learned my body well in the short time we’ve been hooking up. I’m so close to getting off and he’s still fully dressed.
I sit up and manage to get his shirt off.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I protest. He grins and helps me shove his jeans and boxers down. He stands long enough to take them off, then climbs back on top of me. His body is insane. Tattoos and muscles and the nipple piercing. None of it turns me on as much as the look in his eyes though.
I reach for him, pulling him high enough so I can kiss him. I could kiss him for hours and never get tired of it. My hips rise instinctively, desperate to be closer. The head of his dick nudges at my entrance and slips in just the smallest amount. I let out a gasp. It feels so good and it’s literally just the tip.
“Fuck, sorry.” Knox shifts immediately.
I almost want to tell him that it’s fine and we should just have sex already, but I lose my nerve. I trust him, but I know it will make it that much harder when things between us end.
“Wait.” I push him over onto his back and climb on top of him. I want him and I love the way his jaw flexes as my pussy glides over his length.
I grind over him slowly a few more times. He swallows hard and a vein in his neck pulses. I can tell how hard he’s working to hold back and it pushes me to continue.
“Gonna come if you keep that up,” he says, voice gravelly.
“Me too.” I grind over him harder.
“Ah, fuck.”
My body trembles and my arms feel like Jell-O as I hold myself up. Right before I’m about to collapse onto his chest, he takes over. With his hands on my hips, he moves me over him. I come apart, moaning his name loudly as I bury my head into him.
His release is quieter, but the grip on me is relentless as he shudders and spurts onto my stomach. Neither of us speaks as we catch our breath.
I grab my shorts and clean myself up, then find him a towel. He pulls on his boxers and jeans and I get into my favorite pair of sweats. Then we fall back onto the bed.
Knox leans against the headboard. He still has a strange expression on his face, and I know there’s more to why he showed up here tonight than just a hookup. The mask he wears, closely guarding his emotions, makes him look less like thecocky guy I’m falling for and more like the jerk I thought he was when I first met him.
