Page 97 of Love Marks
She opens the door, letting me in behind her.
It’s a small room with a couch, TV, and a kitchen tucked into the wall on our left. Quinn drops her bag on the floor beside me, next to an overflowing coat rack and what appears to be a chair covered in clothes. The place is…messy.
“My room is this way,” she says and moves down the hall as I follow behind her, craning my neck to look around.
There’s a small bathroom and two bedrooms. She pushes open the right door and I stand in the doorway as she goes into her room. The walls are covered in collage cut-outs from magazines and a few posters.
She sits on the bed and puts her hands in her lap, twisting her fingers. “So, yeah. This is it.” I look around the room again and after a few moments of perusal, move to the bedside table and look at her books, picking up The Bell Jar and flipping through it before placing it back on the table and sitting next to Quinn on the bed.
She stares at me. “Say something! Oh my god.”
I chuckle. “What would you like me to say?”
She throws her hands up. “Literally anything is better than the silence!”
I reach for her hand, my smile growing. “It’s great. Thank you for showing me.” I run my hand up her arm to her face, pressing my thumb against her lips. “Now, why don’t we see how quiet you can be, hmm?”
Her mouth opens slightly, and I see her eyes flare with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Fuck, she looks beautiful. I can’t help but lean closer and capture her mouth in mine. She tastes sweet, like cherries or peach, something incredibly edible, a taste that makes me dizzy.
I let my hands travel further, thumbing down to the sides of her breasts and kissing her deeper. I feel her moan against me as I tease closer and closer to her nipple and I tsk her slightly, moving her shirt lower to expose her to me.
“Better stay quiet, princess.” I murmur against her and take her into my mouth, circling her nipple with my tongue, tasting all of her. I drag my hand down her shirt, needing more. “Lie back. Take this off,” I growl the words against her.
Quinn doesn’t waste any time. She grabs her shirt and tears it off. Then she reaches behind her, unclasps her bra to free herself completely and lays back on the bed, watching me. I pull back and stare at her, drinking her in. She goes to unbutton her pants, but I grab her hands and pin them above her head, floating over her.
“Allow me.” Keeping her arms pinned with one hand, I pull her pants down, revealing her lace panties. I tease my fingers against the soft fabric. “Oh, you’re so wet. What should I give you? My fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”
Her eyes flare and she lets out a whoosh of air. “I want—”
I move quickly, pressing a finger against her mouth and cutting her off. “What did I say about being quiet?” She shudders, her eyes wide, and I press on her lips with my finger as she opens up for me. I add another finger, pressing both into her mouth as she swirls her tongue around them.
“Good girl.”
She squirms and my smile darkens at the movement. “Hmm. So impatient.” I press my fingers deeper into her mouth, gagging her, and she bucks again, a breathy moan coming out of her. Finally, I move my fingers lower, playing at the edge of her panties again.
The sight of her squirming beneath me is making me impossibly hard, but I want to watch her first. I swirl my finger against her panties, still not moving the fabric, and Quinn lets out a frustrated grunt. I chuckle and hook my fingers on the lace and drag it down her legs, baring her completely. She’s almost shaking as I drag my hand up her legs to her inner thighs.
She moans again, quietly, but she thrusts towards my hand, perhaps involuntarily. Finally, I run my finger along her slit and slip one inside her. As soon as I do, she lets out another moan. I slip another finger in, spreading her legs open for me, and she exhales again, a choked breath escaping her.
“Tsk tsk. Do I need to gag you, princess? Or should I just punish you?” She whimpers and I watch her take her hand and clasp it over her mouth.
Rubbing my thumb on her clit, I press my head in between her thighs and replace my thumb with my tongue. She tastes so fucking good, I can’t help but quicken my pace, feasting on her. I work my fingers deeper inside her and I hear her moan against my hand. Soon enough, her hand is in my hair, clasping down on me, and her legs are shaking.
“Wes.” She exhales my name as I slow my pace, lifting my eyes to meet hers. Her hair is a mess and I look down, watching her wetness drip down her legs.
“I’m not done with you yet.” I bring my fingers back to her lips and spread them, pushing my fingers inside her mouth so she can taste herself. “I think you want to be punished. Don’t you?”
Her eyes widen, but there’s clear excitement as she nods, swirling her tongue on my fingers again. I’m so hard I feel like I’m going to lose it, and I can’t keep teasing her because I need it – need her wrapped around me. I need it now.
“Turn around. Hands and knees.” I command her and she moves swiftly into position. She’s fucking perfect. “Just like that. Lift your ass up for me, baby.”
She listens and I spread my palm against her ass, rubbing soft circles. “Do you want your punishment? Yes or no?”
“Yes. Yes, please,” she chokes out. She’s shaking again as I bring my hand down on her bare ass, the sound of the smack ringing in the air. I don’t wait for her moan. I smack her again, then slip my fingers back into her, feeling her tight, wet pussy clenching against my fingers.
“Oh, god, Wes,” she moans, and I don’t care that’s she’s not being quiet anymore. I want to hear her screams as I slam into her over and over.
I move quickly, pulling my pants down and freeing my cock. I pull her back by her hair, lifting her up to her knees.