Page 67 of The Devil's Reward
She takes a deep breath, looking uncertain, but her fingers play with the band of my boxers as she says, “I’m not good at this, so you’re going to have to be patient with me and tell me if I do something you don’t like.”
“Quinn, you don’t—”
“No,” she interrupts. “I want to do this, Shadow, I promise. But, I, uh, I was never good at it, but I want to try for you. I want to take some of the pain away, and I’m not ready for, uh, you know, regular sex. But I can do this. I want to do this. Will you help me?” Her eyes are direct on mine, but I see the nerves just behind the determination.
My balls draw up even tighter to my body, and I know I’ll be fighting not to blow the second those pretty lips touch my cock. I don’t answer her, I just reach up and put my hands over hers and help her pull my boxers down. She pauses when my cock pops free, right in her face, before she continues until my boxers are gone.
Slowly, like she’s afraid she’ll hurt me, she reaches her hand up and wraps it around my length, making me hiss out a breath at the contact. She freezes, and I force myself to grit out, “Gorgeous, your fingers feel so damn good. I’m not going to last.”
She looks at me for a moment, and then moves her hand up and down, the pace torturously slow, but I don’t stop her or make her go faster. It’s her show, and I’m along for the ride. She strokes me for a few minutes, slowly moving faster as she goes, and then adding a twisting move with her hand that has me growling low in my throat, and my stomach clenching. She watches me, and then she stops. I wait, watching her to see what her next move will be.
She licks her lips, looks at me, and then she moves her hair over her shoulder and slowly leans towards the head. My jaw tenses, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from shouting at the sensation of her breath on me. She presses a gentle kiss to the tip, and then her tongue peeks out and she licks it slowly, carefully. I growl, and my hand instinctively goes to her head, laying gently on top, just waiting.
She opens her mouth and takes me inside that hot, wet heat. I have to clench every muscle in my body to keep from spilling into her mouth at the shallow suckle of her lips. Her inexperience is obvious, but when she starts to take more of me into her mouth, I don’t give a damn.
At first she’s slow, careful. Testing her limits, and I let her set the pace. The maddeningly slow pace, but somehow, by some miracle, I don’t lose control. It’s slipping, but I’m still holding as tight as I can. Then, she looks up into my eyes when she starts to bob her head, sucking and twirling her tongue around me. “Fuck, yes, Quinn,” I hiss. “Yes, just like that. Take as much as you can, gorgeous. Suck me down like a good girl.”
Something flashes in her eyes, and she moves a bit faster, lashing at me with her tongue. I groan, the sound rumbling in my chest, and she seems to take it as encouragement as she goes faster, bringing her hand back up to circle around the base of my cock and moving it in time with her mouth.
The pleasure coursing through me is unending and I somehow manage to bite back my shout of pleasure. My release is burning in my balls, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. Not with Quinn looking up at me with those green eyes, with such trust and desire. “Quinn, I’m going to cum,” I warn her harshly, hand urging her head down, gently, with each bob of her head. “If you don’t want to swallow me down, back up and let me come all over those pretty breasts.”
She doesn’t pause, instead, she goes as fast as she can, gagging slightly. I snarl, unable to control the sound, and my release hits me hard and fast. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she swallows me all down as I hiss her name.
When I finally collapse back against the bed, chest heaving, body sated, I let go of her head, and she eases away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before she moves up over me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
My emotions were swirling, and now they’re quiet. My mind is silent, and the only thing I can hear is my own rapid breathing and the pounding of my heart.
When I can finally think, the only thing that comes to mind is that this woman is the only one who will ever have a chance of putting me back together.
I don’t know how long we lay here, but when my phone buzzes, I know our little reprieve is over. She moves off me as I roll from the bed and grab my phone from my pants pocket. I quickly open it when I see Viper’s message.
Viper: Bullet, Rose, and Sage are out of surgery. All are critical, but the doctors are hopeful. Sniper’s put me, Hulk, and Crypt outside their rooms to guard them.
Relief hits me like a gut punch and I sink down to the bed. “Thank God,” I whisper.
“Shadow?” Quinn asks, worry clear.
“They’re out of surgery,” I tell her. “The doctors think they’ll be okay, but they have to watch them.”
“Thank God,” Quinn whispers and hugs my back in comfort.
I quickly type back.
Shadow: Thank God, brother. Do you need me back?
Viper: You with Quinn?
Shadow: Yeah, but if we’re looking for that son of a bitch tonight, I want to be there.
Viper: No, Sniper said for everyone to get some sleep. He wants a meeting in the morning though. Stay with Quinn, brother. I’ve told him where you are, and why, and he says to make sure your head’s on straight because come tomorrow, we’re going after this son of a bitch with everything we have.
Shadow: Fucking right. I’ll be at the clubhouse bright and early. Call me if you need me.
I put my phone down, and then turn back to Quinn. She pulls me into her arms and I allow myself to fully calm for the first time since everything happened. I can thank Quinn for that, because without her, I can only imagine where I would be right now. She’s my light in the darkness, and no matter what happens, I know I’m always going to be searching for her.
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