As she pulled the item out of the bag, I replied, “A vibrator.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mia
I didn’t think; I just reacted.
I threw it.
I threw the vibrator.
I threw it across the room then squeaked, my cheeks flaming. Embarrassment tightened my chest.
Oh God. You’re pathetic!
Both Quinn and I watched the vibrator bounce once, twice, three times, and, of course, it did this in painful sluggishness. Once the pink jelly vibrator landed in the middle of the hotel room, we stared down at the offending item.
I opened my mouth to apologize, but Quinn reacted before I could. Tipping his head back, he let out an unrestrained laugh. Biting my lip, I winced as he laughed loudly. He clutched at his stomach and wiped at his eyes. “Jesus, Maya, I said vibrator, not venomous snake.” Then he laughed all over again.
The longer Quinn laughed, the funnier the situation became. Soon, I found myself chuckling quietly. When I covered my eyes with my hand and murmured, “It scared me,” Quinn laughed harder.
I laughed softly then looked up at him. He smiled down at me, chuckling and shaking his head. The ice had officially been broken.
Opening his arms wide, he uttered, “Come here.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I needed contact. I needed comfort. This situation was strange and unsettling. It was nice to go through this with a friend.
Rushing to him, I wrapped my arms around him, my cheek planted firmly on his chest. His strong arms settled around me, holding me close, as the fingers of one hand trailed up and down my back. I breathed him in and he settled his chin atop my head. He almost completely enveloped me. I was cocooned. And I loved it.
My arms tightened around him. I was so appreciative of this setting being what it was and not a cold and clinical scene. Pulling back, I looked up into his eyes. “Hey.”
His crooked smile made my belly flip. He settled his hands loosely at the base of my neck, running his fingers over my collarbone. “Hey, dumpling.” I sniffed a laugh. His hands rose, lightly brushing up the sensitive flesh at my neck. “Maya?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m just going to get this out of the way, okay?”
I had no idea what he was talking about. All I could do was look into his eyes and nod my permission.
His smile softened. Leaning down, his lips ascended. Before I could register what was happening, his warm, full lips were on mine. My eyes snapped open in stunned disbelief. His fingers held me gently at the sides of my neck as he deepened the kiss.
Holy…wow! So this was what it was like to kiss Matt Quinn.
My eyes fluttered closed and my body slumped against him. Reaching up, I gripped the front of his shirt for fear of falling, but something told me Quinn would catch me if I did.
His lips moved away from mine and I warned myself not to whimper out loud. Placing a gentle kiss on my cheek, he asked a rough, “How was that?”
I answered with the first thing that came into my head. “It was nice.”
His brow furrowed. “Nice? Just nice?” He looked disgusted, and I tried hard to curb the bubbling laughter in my throat. His eyes narrowed at my twitching lips and he warned, “Don’t you say a thing, Maya. Not unless it’s something sexy-like.”
In an attempt at playfulness, I pulled my body into his and uttered a husky, “Is that a PEZ dispenser in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
Eyes still narrowed, he slowly reached into his pocket, and in a most calculated way, pulled out an item.
It was a fucking PEZ dispenser. A Snoopy PEZ dispenser. Lifting it to his mouth, he grinned, then popped a piece of candy into his mouth.
I choked on my mirth. Taking his hand, I shook it urgently and uttered a laughing, “Well, it was nice meeting you, Quinn. I’ll just be finding a hole to crawl into now,” then turned and walked toward the door, on the verge of exploding with hilarity.
Before I could get to the door, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into a firm body. Laughter burst out of me and I was glad to find Quinn joining in. He turned me and admitted, “I have a lighter in the other pocket. Somehow I just knew you’d ask me one of those lame questions.” He smirked, “See how prepared I am, babe?”
Babe. I loved when he called me babe. But I loved it in a stupid way. I knew it was affectionate, but meant in a friendly way.
Oh, Quinn. What am I going to do with you?
He sobered a little. “Come on. We need to talk.”
Me being me, I needed to insert humor where I could. Humor was easy; serious was not. I pasted a perturbed look on my face. “Are you breaking up with me?”
Quinn laughed again. “Stop being funny. We really need to talk about this. I need your undivided attention for ten minutes, and then you can be as funny as you like.”
His large hand enveloped mine and my heart stuttered. He was treating me almost like a girlfriend. I was sure he treated every woman this way, but still, it was nice. It was settling.
He pulled me toward the bed and sat, but this time pulled me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. With nowhere else to place my hands, I sat them on my lap. My fingers brushed his. When I bunched my nose at him, he smirked and kissed it. “I seriously can’t get over how little you are. I just want to put you in my pocket and carry you around with me.”
I blushed at that. Had he no idea what his words were doing to me?
Of course he did. He was an escort. His words and unadulterated affection were why women rebooked with him. This was why he was likely a gajillionaire.
I huffed then mumbled, “I’m not that small.”
“Next to me, you are.”
I returned, “But that’s only because you’re ginormous!”
He winked. “You better believe it, babe.”
My blush was so intense that it started to burn my skin. I was saved from saying something stupid when asked softly, “Do you still want to do this?”
Turning on his lap, I faced him and mouthed, Yes. I followed this by nodding enthusiastically.
A small smile played at his mouth. Tightening one arm around me, he removed the other to take my hand in his. I prayed to God he didn’t feel just how sweaty my palms were. He began, “Okay. What do you want to go through tonight? I know technically we only have an hour, but I’m not watching the clock, and neither should you. We should only do this if it feels good to you. The moment you feel uncertain about something, just yell out ‘hold’ and I will hold. We’ll talk about what you’re unsure about then move on.”
Again, I mouthed, Okay.
He chuckled, “You lost your voice, babe?”
I cleared my throat. “I guess I’m a lot more nervous than I expected to be.”
He pulled me close till we were back to chest. He placed his cheek by mine, turning to kiss it. “I will only do what you want me to do. That’s it. You’re running this show. You’re the boss. I take orders from you.”
My brows narrowed. Was that it? Was that why I was so nervous?
“What if I don’t want to be in charge?” I faced him, hyperaware that our lips were only a hair’s breadth away from each other. “What if I wanted you to be the boss?”
***
Quinn
Did she really just ask me that?
This was new. I had never had a client ask me to take the reins. Normally, women who wanted that kind of thing went to see Marcus. He loved that kind of shit, fed off it. Me? I wasn’t sure I was up to the task. I could very easily ruin sex for Maya for life. One bad experience was all it took.
But this was my job, and if she wanted this from me, I would handle myself in the best way I could. For her, I’d do it.
Her face close to mine, I glanced down at her lightly parted lips while licking my own. “You sure about that?”
Removing her hand from her lap, she placed it on mine, a soft look in her eye. “Yeah. I trust you.”
Oh,
Lord. Don’t say things like that, little girl.
Then she added with a grin, “Shit. You couldn’t be any worse than my previous experiences.”
I pursed my lips. I hated knowing she had let a couple selfish assholes touch her precious body. But I would fix that. “Okay. Anytime you want to stop, what are you going to say?”
She smiled gently. “Hold.”
I jerked a nod. “Damn right.” I paused a moment then asked, “What do you want to do tonight? I know about the sex, but what about oral? Tell me what you want, Maya.”
Blushing like the heart of a flame, she dipped her chin and responded quietly, “I wouldn’t mind exploring oral. I don’t really know what I like yet, Quinn. I’m hoping you’ll help me find out.” I would. I mentally vowed it. She lifted her face and smiled a small smile. “I like the kissing though.”
She was killing me with the shy smiles and bashfulness. My cock was already ready to roll. Not needing anymore prompting, I lowered my face to hers and caught her full lips in a long, soft kiss. Pulling back to look into her stunned face, I uttered, “Then kissing we’ll do.”
***
Mia
Quinn lifted me as though I weighed nothing and laid me down in the center of the bed.
I bit the inside of my cheek as nerves rushed through me. Kneeling in front of me, he seemed to make a mental decision then nodded to himself. “We should get naked.”
I choked on my tongue, rasping out, “Now? Right now?”
He grinned. “Yes, sweet pea. Right now.”
Pulling my knees up to my chest, I held them there. “I don’t know…”
“Want me to get naked first? Give you some time to get used to it?” This wasn’t said in an arrogant way, more just enquiring.
I swallowed hard and nodded lightly. It would give me time to stall, as well as a moment to see a penis is real life. I glanced down to his crotch and hurriedly looked away. He must’ve seen, because he chuckled. “You can look, Maya. I want you to look. I want you to touch.” His voice turned rough. “I can’t wait to have your hands on me. That’s all I thought about all day.”
Lies. But flowery ones. I tried to ignore the way his words made my stomach flutter. I would accept flowery words, for today only.
Quinn slid off the bed and stood at the foot of it. His fingers worked slowly, unbuttoning his shirt. The more of his broad chest I saw, the more flustered I became. When he reached the last button, I actually gasped.
By God, he was amazing. I could only imagine the hours put into this body. He was akin to a statuesque Greek god forged in bronze.
He jerked his shoulders and the shirt fell to the ground. I watched his long fingers work the button atop his jeans. My eyes lingered over the small trail of hair there, and I clenched my legs together. Hard. With no effort at all, the button came undone. He toyed with the zip and my eyes widened. Mouth dry, my heart raced as he lowered the zipper. Clutching a hand to my chest, I almost wheezed out when the head of his erection sprang free. My body jolted. I slapped my hands over my face and squeaked, “You’re not wearing underwear, Quinn!”
“Never do.” The smooth words washed over me like a caress. Matt Quinn was insanely sexy; I would give him that.
Sitting in the middle of the bed with my dress and shoes on, shaking my head and covering my eyes, I heard, “Maya? Look at me, baby.”
Baby. Shit. That was new. It was new, and I liked it.
“I’m embarrassed.” It was an honest declaration. I had never felt so exposed in my life, and I wasn’t even the one naked!
I listened as padding footsteps walked across the room. The room was suddenly shrouded in darkness. More footsteps, and then from the corner of my eye, I saw Quinn turn on the bathroom light. He pulled the door closed, only leaving a sliver open.
My hands fell from my face. I could make out a naked Quinn, but not enough to panic. The lighting had changed everything for me. It was perfect. He had known exactly what I needed.
Then he was climbing on the bed. Kneeling in front of me, he placed his hands under my arms, pulling me up into a kneeling position to match his. Shifting closer, he muttered, “Better?”
The outline of his body by muted light made him seem like a silhouetted angel. I swallowed audibly. “Much.”
His arms went around me, then suddenly, I was pressed into a very tall, very naked Matt Quinn. A light gasp escaped me, but Quinn caught it with a deep, rough kiss. His erection pressed into my upper belly, mashing into my left breast. The feeling of it pressed against my nipple made me moan into our kiss.
His tongue dipped into my mouth, and mine fought back, dancing with his. His hands at my back slid down, lower over my butt, then lower still until they reached the backs of my thighs. They lingered there a moment before both hands disappeared under my dress, up again to cup the cheeks of my ass.
Quinn groaned and squeezed them harder than I expected. “I want to undress you, Maya. Please let me undress you.”
“Yes,” I rasped, lifting my arms to give him better access.
In one swift movement, my dress was lifted over my head, an arm hooked around my back, and then I was falling. Planting my front to his, Quinn pulled me down with him. We lay side-by-side, facing each other. My eyes, adjusted to the low light, peered up into his. I saw his smile and returned it.
His smile faltered. “I want you to touch my cock.”
I didn’t need further encouragement. I was already turned on. This was Matt freaking Quinn! How could I not be turned on?
But then he added, “But I want you to see it. I’d like to turn the lights back on.”
No! my mind yelled.
He must’ve sensed my hesitation, because he took my hands in his and promised, “Only a little. I can dim the lights, Maya. I just want to see your beautiful body. I want you to see me too.” Releasing one hand, he cupped my cheek and looked me in the eye. “Do you think I would do anything to hurt or embarrass you?”
My answer was immediate. “No.” Because Matt Quinn was not that guy.
“Please.”
My response was a whispered, “Okay.”
He squeezed my hands, pecked at my pouting lips, and then stood, walking across the room. As soon as the lights came back on, I squeezed my eyes closed until I felt the bed depress. My eyes fluttered and I focused on Quinn’s smiling face. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
He gently took me by the wrists and brought them down between our bodies, watching me all the while. My fingers came into contact with something long, hard, and thick.
My mouth gaped. Quinn smirked. It was bigger than I expected. Why on earth would I want that for my first time? I could be a giant turd sometimes.
He guided my hands until they were firmly wrapped around him, my small hands unable to meet around the thickness of him. With his hands over mine, he moved them up and down in slow motion. His breathing shallow, he ground out, “Look down, baby.”
That was not as much a question as it was an order, and it made my nipples bead at the same time my stomach coiled with lust. I looked down.
My skin was pale against him. He was olive. I was alabaster. My hands looked small under his. He worked my hand up and down over his cock and I whispered, “Oh my.”
Oh my, indeed.
He was beautiful. Long and thick and strong. I wanted to play with him, but didn’t know how. When I looked up again, Quinn had closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of my skin on his. I liked that. It gave me a newfound sense of courage. “Quinn?”
He opened his eyes to look at me and watched me under his hooded gaze. “Yes, Maya?”
I stalled a moment before I let out, “Can I please suck your cock?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Quinn
My response was gravelly. “When you ask me something that nicely, I’ll let you do just about anything to me.”
She blushed, averting her doe-eyed gaze. “I-I’d like to try.”
Shit. She didn’t even need
to ask nicely. I’d let her do whatever she wanted.
Moving slowly, I turned to sit on the edge of the bed with my feet firmly on the ground. I looked back at her and explained, “For a beginner, this will be easier.” I took a pillow from the bed and placed it between my spread legs. Palming my needy cock, I nudged my head. “Come over here, baby. Kneel between my legs. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
She walked around the bed and kneeled by my feet, looking somewhat submissive. My cock jumped in my hand. She spotted it and licked her lips. “Take it,” I ordered. She did. She worked it just like I’d shown her how. “Harder. Faster.” She jerked me just the way I liked.
I looked down at her sweet face, cupped her cheeks, and brought my head down to her. Her hands on my cock, I kissed her hard, pulled back, and then ran my thumb over her pink, swollen lips. “Suck my cock, Maya.”
She swallowed hard then nodded, bringing her head down. I watched carefully, placing these memories in a reserved part of my brain. This was going to be the image I jerked off to. Maya’s lips parted and she pressed them to the tip of my cock, her small tongue darting out to lick me. I hissed.
She pulled back, looking guilty. “I’m sorry!”
I thrust into her hands. “Do it again. That was incredible.”
Looking stunned, she lowered her face and licked me again. My entire body shuddered. That was new.
My eyes closed. “Yeah, baby. Now put your mouth around me. Suck me gently at first.” Her lips surrounded me and I couldn’t remember a time when head was as good as this. I peered down at her and instructed, “Use your hands, Maya. Jerk me while you suck me. Work your mouth up and down. Don’t try to take too much or you’ll gag.”
Oh, man. Maya followed instructions like a pro. She licked then sucked me, making it halfway down my cock, then back up again. Her hands worked me till I was harder than a fucking rock. She became more comfortable, bolder, as she went on. I groaned, my hips gently thrusting into her mouth. Her eyes open, she growled around me, and it vibrated around my cock.