Page 20 of What Love Can Do

Eight

The moment she said those words, it was like the bell signaling the start of a horse race. Quinn wasted no time peeling back the rest of his shirt, standing and unzipping his jeans. The last time she’d seen him this way, he’d hung in the doorway, teasing her. Now she’d get to see what was underneath those jeans. He slid them down slowly, chuckling a moment at his striptease. Then, he pulled his shorts off and stood there like a perfect marble statue.

He’d mentioned having played professional rugby in Ireland, and Lilly could definitely see the results of that. His body was athletic, not over muscled, and there was that wide chest again—strong and perfect for laying her hands and cheek against should she ever fall asleep against it. His skin was lightly olive-toned with soft brown hair lining his chest, converging in a line down his strong abs, ending between his legs. She tried not to stare, but it was difficult. His equipment was long and thick—a lot larger overall than Ben Miller’s—with ropy veins and a thick, purple head.

“You’re blushing,” he said, his voice taking on a deeper edge. “That’ll teach you to be careful what you say.”

“I’m not scared of you, or any naked man,” Lilly mused, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down the length of her slender legs. She left her lacy panties on for good measure, just to have a layer on between them. She was excited and terrified all at once, and the truth was, she was acting more brave than she felt around Quinn. When she motioned for him to lie down alongside her, he did as she asked, taking his time and making a bit of a show, running his hand through his hair and being all Adonis about it.

She laughed. “Just lie down already. It’s cold!”

He closed the space between them, and everything was right with the world. Amazing what another warm body next to her could do for a soul, what cold emptiness could melt away just having a stranger there to keep one company. But even as she had the thought, she acknowledged this wasn’t just any body making her feel this way; it was Quinn’s and the press of his flesh against hers was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“Is this okay for you?” He cupped her face in his hand and kissed her lips gently.

Lilly nodded, focused solely on his mouth, sucking and drawing in his lips, tasting his delicious kiss. The effects of the beer and wine and jasmine and gardenia scent and his pheromones made her hold onto his shoulders as though he were a life preserver, which wasn’t too far from the truth. He was the first man worth talking to and looking at to come through Green Valley in a while, and she would enjoy him while she could.

He groaned softly under his breath, and one of his hands, those hands she’d been watching all night, slid up and massaged her breast. “Beautiful…” he murmured, kissing her neck.

Her head fell back. So…incredibly…hot. His mouth moved down her neck until his lips closed over one of her nipples, hard with anticipation, and a soft moan escaped her. His tongue played with it, sucked and teased it, while his fingers played with the other nipple. She was so wet, he’d probably be able to tell just looking at her panties. He kissed between her breasts, then squeezed them against his face.

“You like that?” she asked, hands in his hair.

“I love it,” he breathed. It almost didn’t sound like him. He resumed sucking her nipples, and she asked him to do it a bit harder. As much as she wanted to slide her panties right off and mount his hard cock, she held back. They had the whole night ahead of them.

His hands slid down her tummy, then back up between her legs. He pressed two fingers there, on the outside of the cotton fabric, watching her face and her eyes close, as he massaged her clit through the lace.

Jesus.

She wanted him to consume and overwhelm her. She wanted to use him and make him use her at the same time. She pushed his hand away slightly before it became too much, and he looked up, confused, afraid maybe she’d decided to stop. “Lean back, Quinn,” she said, and he rested back against the lounge chair cushion on his elbows, as she kneeled in front of him and ran her hands over his crotch. His cock had definitely grown harder since he’s undressed, as it laid firm and hot against his belly. She wanted to feel him inside her mouth.

Sliding her burning hot body against his, a sly smile escaped her lips, and suddenly, her fingers curled around his thick cock, nicely-sized, throbbing and inviting. She would treat him to what her lips could do, what she’d spent all day fantasizing over.

His mouth opened, as he gasped for air. “Oh, Lillian…”

“Yes?”

“You’re killing me.”

“Good.”

She left a trail of kisses from his strong chin to his neck, down his chest to one of his nipples. She stopped to suck on one, hearing him moan, while she continued to caress his hard shaft. Lowering one hand, she cupped his balls, testing their weight. His eyes, always so aloof, glazed over with fiery intensity. “You like this?” she asked him.

“Hell, yes.”

She loved hearing him say it, felt the power within her to make him feel this way, and smiled. With a good grip on him, she slid her hand up and down over his hot skin, while he took advantage of her proximity and suckled on her tits again. As much as she would’ve liked to continue stroking him like this, she was dying, too. She needed to taste him and get a feel for him inside of her mouth.

Moving down, she positioned herself between his legs, and taking his cock in one hand, she laid it flat against his belly and came up underneath him, licking his balls and closing her mouth around one.

“Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, Lilly.” He let out a long moan.

“Three too many there, Quinn.” She stroked him while sucking on his balls, sliding her tongue up over his skin to his cock. Finally, she twisted her mouth around the head, feeling the velvety smoothness before taking him in completely, sucking her cheeks tightly around him. She pulled it out with a pop and looked up to see his totally mind-blown face.

“Holy shite…”

She smiled. You had no idea, did you, Quinn? Eyes on his, she slapped him onto her tongue a few times to watch his mind get blown. Then, in one slow fell swoop, she slid her mouth over him, taking in as much of him as she could, pushing his whole cock as deeply as it would go.

His breathing became intense, and she knew she had to pull him out before it was too late. Suddenly, he sat up, almost possessed. “Stand,” he said, and she did. She had never gotten commands from anyone before. It was thrilling, sexy as hell, to say the least.