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Twenty-Five

Roman

M y lips pressed hungrily against Quinn’s, capturing the whispered moans that escaped her mouth.

I wasn’t lying when I said that she would be the death of me.

Either we would finally act on this spark between us and Mike would kill me, or I would die from blue balls. One way or another, I was a goner.

Her fingers ran through my hair, lightly tugging on the short locks as she deepened the kiss.

“Quinn,” I moaned, squeezing her ass as I lifted her to my waist and pressed her back to the wall.

“Mmmm,” she answered, grinding her hips against my groin, and creating a friction that was sure to start a fire. “I want you, Roman. Now. Please.”

I pulled away, breaking the kiss, and rested my forehead against hers while her fingers anxiously dug into the bottom of my shirt, trying to free me of it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“I don’t want you to do this because you’re upset.”

“I’m not. I want you to fuck me, Roman. I have since I was sixteen and you spent the summer at our house playing basketball without your shirt on. You’ve been driving me wild ever since, and now you’re like an itch that I desperately want to scratch.”

I leaned in and kissed her, feeling my cheeks splitting into a smile.

“You’ve wanted me that long?” I asked, relieved that she had felt the same way I had.

“And longer since you’re hellbent on making me wait more.”

Her hands moved down, working my belt and zipper while I held her against the wall.

“Such a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”

I heard the thud as my jeans hit the floor and smiled when she hooked her thumbs into the top of my briefs and tugged them down. My erection sprung free, touching my stomach as her hand glided over it.

I adjusted her on my hips and pushed her skirt up her thighs, revealing a black lace thong underneath. I bunched the fabric as high as I could so it was out of the way and then ran my hand across her pussy, feeling the warmth coming from it.

She closed her eyes and moaned as I traced circles with my fingers before pushing the thin material to the side and parting her. A gasp floated past her lips as she arched her back, giving me complete access as my finger slid easily between her folds.

“Fuck, Quinn,” I breathed.

“Told you I was ready.”

I wanted to keep fingering her, to feel her body spasm as she lost control, but my rock-hard cock was begging for attention, and the way Quinn’s nails dug into my back said she felt the same way.

I was about to lower her to the floor so I could grab my wallet when I suddenly realized that I didn’t have a condom.

“Fuck!” I cursed, closing my eyes and tossing my head back in frustration.

“What?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

I shook my head and then opened my eyes to find Quinn studying me while she nervously chewed her bottom lip.

“I’m on the pill,” she said cautiously. “And I haven’t been with anyone since Justin. I’m clean.”

My heart fluttered at the thought of being with her without using protection, wondering what it would feel like.

“I’ve never been with a woman without using one,” I replied gently. “I’m clean too. I get checked every year and haven’t been with anyone in at least six months.”

She nodded and took a slow, deep breath.

“Then what are we waiting for?” she asked, the sparkle back in her eyes.

A carnal growl escaped my lips before I pressed them to Quinn’s and lined myself up at her opening. Her legs parted further, allowing me to slide inside easily. She was so wet that she welcomed my dick without any hesitation.

I pushed deeper inside, feeling her pussy clench around me as a hiss fell through her parted lips. She arched her back and swiveled her hips in circles, grinding against me as I thrust. My fingers dug into her ass cheeks, holding onto her as we rocked into each other.

Thankfully I had already checked that everyone had left before I walked the last few guys out and locked up, so I didn’t have to worry about anyone walking in on us.

“I want to fuck you from behind,” I moaned in her ear as I kept thrusting. She scratched her nails down my back and panted heavily.

“Okay,” she breathed.

Slowly, I pulled out and helped her to her feet before walking her over to one of the weight benches in the other room.

I stepped out of my shoes and tossed my clothes to the side before grabbing a clean towel from the closet and laying it on the seat before she bent over and popped her ass in the air.

Her pussy glistened in the light and that was all that I needed to dive back in.

Her chest rested on the seat while her hands held onto the sides to keep from falling off.

I spread my feet slightly and lined up at her entrance, making sure to ease into her slowly so I didn’t knock her over.

Once I was inside, she started bucking against me, meeting me thrust for thrust as I reached down and rubbed her clit with my finger.

Watching her tight ass as it bounced against my cock was enough to make me want to come right then and there. Add in the incredible sensation of feeling her wet pussy clenching around me without a condom, and I was going to embarrass myself with how long I lasted.

“Fuck me harder,” she whispered, looking at me over her shoulder.

Our eyes locked and I grabbed onto her hips, plowing into her as hard as I could while she held on for dear life with one hand and reached down to touch herself with the other.

I held my breath and counted to twenty to keep from coming right away, but when she clenched around me as her orgasm ripped through her, I had no choice but to let go and succumb to mine.

My hips jerked rapidly as my cock twitched inside her, my cum shooting through her before I pulled out, and she collapsed on the bench. I ran a hand across her naked ass, the site a beautiful one with her skirt still bunched around her waist and her heels still on.

I grabbed my briefs and jeans, slipping them on before heading to the bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth on the way and ran it under warm water. Quinn was sitting on the bench when I got back, checking her phone.

“Everything okay?” I asked as I sat down next to her.

“Yeah, I was just checking on Rosie. My mom said she’s still sleeping so we don’t have to rush over there.”

I nodded and held up the washcloth. She arched an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly.

“Lay down,” I instructed.

“Why?”

“So I can take care of my mess.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can go to the bathroom and take care of it.”

“Quinn.”

She sighed heavily and laid down, her body surprisingly rigid, given the orgasm she had a few minutes ago.

I turned my body and gently pushed her legs open, letting my hand skim the inside of her thigh.

I chuckled when I realized that we had been so caught up in the moment that I never bothered to take her panties off; we just pushed them to the side.

She had since then fixed them, but I could see the evidence of what we had done on them.

I hooked my finger in them and gently slid them off of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, popping her head up to look at me.

“Trust me, I don’t think you want to wear those anymore.”

She giggled and laid back down while I gently cleaned her up. Once I was done, I leaned forward and gently kissed her clit, loving the way she smelled right now. I knew that we had already used more time than we had so I couldn’t go down on her like I wanted to.

She squirmed beneath me and held my head between her legs while I took a few seconds to lick her lips and taste her. I worked my way back up to her clit and gave it a quick flick with my tongue, causing her to gasp.

“Soooo sensitive,” she murmured.

I laughed and sat up, pulling her hands to help her up.

“We don’t have time right now but trust me when I say that I’m going to eat that sweet pussy of yours as soon as I can.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both.”