Crazy Eights (Stacked Deck #8) - Emilia Finn Page 0,84
I use my strength and halt my slow slide in. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“No, don’t stop.” She puts more strength into her legs. “Keep going. I need you to finish this.”
“Cam—”
I stop when her eyes snap to mine with a potent fury. No longer scared. No longer sad. There’s not insecurity or worry or pain. Just a deep, venomous demand.
“Do this with me, Jamie Kincaid. Show me what forever could look like.”
“Fuck.” I drop my brow to her chest and breathe through the orgasm I’m already toeing the line of. “Cam. Fuck, you’re so tight.” I slow when the brick wall she speaks of grows stronger. “It’s so hot and tight. I’m so sorry, Cam. I’m sorry.”
“Call me Quinn,” she whimpers.
I wake with a raging hard-on and a racing heart. But worse, so much worse, my hands are on Quinn’s hips, digging in and branding her, even while she grinds over my cock.
“Q?”
Sunlight streams through the cheap curtains, and reflects off the TV that is still going, playing some news piece.
“Quinn?”
On top of me, Quinn’s movements turn more frenzied, her hips grind and make us both groan, but her eyes aren’t how they were in my dream. They aren’t full of love or innocence, but frustration and determination.
I finally crack my eyes all the way open when she says nothing, only grinds harder, faster. I glance around the room, and to her free hand, holding my jeans that she somehow collected from the floor. She’s searching the pockets, searching for the keys to the cuffs.
“Fuckin’ hell.” I snatch the jeans with a fast sweep of my arm, and shove her off my lap until she lands on the bed with a thump. “Fuck, Quinn. Dammit.” I toss my jeans to the floor, then push up to sit so I can wrap my arms around my knees and rest my forehead on my kneecaps.
My cock burns from how full of blood it is. My heart races so fast that it must surely be dangerous. Waves whoosh in my brain, and my mouth is desert dry. Because for just one single second, I thought the world was back on its axis, and I had her back.
“I ought to beat your ass for that stunt. Dammit, Q.”
Laying on the bed beside me, Quinn’s breath comes fast, her chest rising and dropping with heavy pants. “Do it,” she breathes out. “Beat me up. I don’t even care.”
“Shut up.”
“What?” she taunts. “Can’t hit a girl?”
“Shut up.”
“How about spanking? You’d get the same satisfied feeling of hitting me, but I might even like it.”
“Shut up!” I roar. I push off my knees and turn to her with a feral glower. “Shut the fuck up! Just shut it, Q.”
“Maybe I’ll spank myself.”
She turns to her side and shows me her ass encased in nothing but a string thong. Looking over her shoulder and into my eyes, she brings the hand that’s bound to mine up, swings it down, and slaps her ass so hard that the clap echoes through our room, and a red handprint presents itself on her creamy white skin.
“Oh…” Her eyes hood, her pupils grow larger. “Fuck,” she whimpers. “Maybe I do like being hit. Maybe I like it rough.”
“Quinn…” Closing my eyes, I shake my head and turn away from her before I lose my fucking mind.
“It’s been a long time since I was the virgin in your gym. I’ve learned new things since then, Jamie. I’ve got skills that would blow your mind.”
“Shut up.”
“There was this one guy.” She tears the heart from my chest. Rips it to shreds. Then tosses it to the floor and stomps on it. “He was huge. Huuuuge! And he was all, ‘Let’s stretch you out, baby. Let me show you what it’s really like to come.’”
“Cam…”
“He did this thing with his fingers.” The bed shakes as she gives an exaggerated shiver. “Oh man. Two fingers, and I was going off like a bottle rocket. I’d never felt that before. That explosion inside my body. It was like…” She pauses to consider. Pauses to drag out her torment. “Like popping candy on your tongue. Jamie?” She taps my arm to grab my attention. “Have you ever felt that before? That kind of orgasm? I know I hadn’t, but damn… this guy…” She brings our hands up and fans her face. “If you were into dudes, I would totally recommend him.”
I suspect the metal-on-metal screeching my heart is making inside my chest is so high-pitched, only dogs