The elevator doors opened, and Quinn didn’t take her lips from mine. She pulled me off the elevator and down the hallway. She stopped in front of a door, and it was almost like we were going to need a pry bar to get us apart long enough for Quinn to open the door. She fished her keys out of her pocket, and when she turned to open her door, I slotted myself against her and allowed my excited lower half to poke against her. Quinn had the key halfway in the door but stopped at the feeling and ground back against me. She rolled her hips around and teased me until it felt like I was going to collapse right then and there.
I put my hands on either side of her on the door to keep myself from stripping her right there in the hallway. I’d done what I had to in the sex department throughout my life, enough to deal with pent up feelings, but what was happening to me now wasn’t a matter of how long it had been. It was my body experiencing, probably for the first time ever, someone that excited every cell of me. All of Quinn’s different expressions, her anger when she punched me, her anguish when she lost the game against us, her determination when she ran suicides from one end of the field to the other—they came to a point, stabbed into me, and flowed into my bloodstream. I’d never experienced anything quite so illuminating before. She was unleashing something I didn’t realize was dormant inside of me. It was what sent me to MontRec to see her game today, and it was what was threatening to bend her over in the hallway, onlookers be damned.
“You have to get us inside,” I said finally, and Quinn responded by pushing the key the rest of the way into the door, turning it, and opening the door so that we could spill inside.
The apartment was unfamiliar to me, but my eyes immediately locked onto a couch in front of us. The entryway was barely a passing glance as I pushed Quinn forward and down onto the couch on her stomach. She turned her head so that I could press my mouth against hers, and her tongue snaked in. She resumed her earlier antics, bucking her hips backward, and I growled against her. Even with all the articles of clothing that separated us, my body was shuddering. I clawed a hand up her stomach and grabbed at her breasts, pulling a moan out of her.
When Quinn started to turn over onto her back, I didn’t stop her. I did, however, hook my hands into her shirt and yank it up over her body. She was wearing a sports bra from her earlier game, but it didn’t stop the sight of her cleavage peeking out of the top from covering me in goosebumps. Her legs were coiled around my waist on either side, and I sat back to pull my own shirt off. I dropped my hands to my jeans to unbutton them when fear rushed through me. My condoms were in my car, and my car was at a bar, twenty minutes away.
“Do you have condoms?” I asked.
The same fear registered on Quinn’s face, and I thought that it was the end for me. If I left her apartment without getting to be with her, I would never forgive myself. Suddenly, she sat up, bringing her face within millimeters of mine. I cupped my hands on either side of it and pulled her back into a kiss. She melted against me for a moment but then pulled away.
“Alec has condoms.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Who?” The fear that found me then was a different kind.
“My brother.”
She scurried off the couch, and I looked around. I remembered her saying something about living with a brother, but at least for the time being, the apartment seemed empty. Quinn disappeared into a room, and after some rustling, I heard her exclaim, “Yes!” Relief felt like poison leaving my body. Quinn reappeared and looked at me seductively with an unopened condom pinched between her teeth. She grabbed her sports bra and pulled it over her head, allowing her breasts to bounce free. She walked to a door next to the one she’d walked in originally and smirked.
“Coming?”
I damn near broke my leg as I got off the couch. Quinn turned and started into the room, and I was right behind her. When I caught up to her, I tackled her onto the bed, sinking into the sweet sound of her giggling at the action. She rolled around to her back, and I leaned down to take the other edge of the condom between my teeth. She let go, and I stood up. I grabbed her pants first, taking them and the underwear beneath them and pulling them down over her legs in one fell swoop.
I let out a whistle at the sight of her body laid bare before me. “Good god, Quinn.” I finished unbuttoning my pants and kicking them and my boxers off.
Her eyes widened, and she chuckled. “Good god, yourself.”
I used my teeth to peel some of the foil of the wrapper back and licked my lips as I rolled it over my painfully starved length. It was like a dog fighting against its leash to get to something it wanted to devour. I pulled at it some to calm it down as I stepped up to Quinn and couldn’t help but duck my head between her legs. She let out an anticipatory moan that enveloped into something longer and louder as I took a taste of her. Her hips bucked, and I knew that if I wasn’t careful, I would get lost down there forever. My lower half screamed at me, and I set a personal goal to enjoy more of Quinn in the future. I stood up and slowly guided myself into place.
If sex was usually heaven, the feeling of sliding into Quinn transcended the physical plane. It was like I was leaving my body behind in favor of floating around in space. My body temperature doubled, and the sound that came out of me was something I didn’t recognize. My hands locked against Quinn’s hips, and her hands linked onto my arms, digging my nails in as she sang out a flurry of her own sounds. I might have wanted to take my time, but the booze and anticipation were working together like coals into a burning fire, and I was firing on all cylinders. Quinn’s screams of affirmation told me that she didn’t mind, so I continued on at that pace.
“Right there,” Quinn begged, and I locked into my current angle and speed and drove forth.
Quinn’s noises got shorter and shorter until her mouth was held open with no sound coming out. I watched her orgasm travel over her, from her eyes clenching shut and her head tossing back to a physical shake sliding down her body, starting at her shoulders and ending with her legs shuddering. She squeezed against me, and the fire that was already burning was stronger and hotter than anything I’d ever experienced. I leaned down and blanketed myself over Quinn, taking her into another kiss. She cried into me, and I swallowed it up like she was swallowing me up below. My hips moved at an uncontrollable speed until my mind started to untether itself from the rest of me. My thighs and the bottom of my stomach burned, and all at once, all the sensations rocketed forward. For a second, I couldn’t see or hear, just float along in the overwhelming pleasure.
I collapsed against Quinn, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up to the sun streaking in through the window.
For one brief moment, I was afraid I’d been dreaming. I tried my best to recall the night before, but it felt like the memories of the evening were grains of sand, each handful I tried to pick up had heavy streams sliding between my fingers. I had no idea what time it was, but forcing my eyes open and looking around, I realized I was still in Quinn’s bedroom. So much of the night escaped me that if I wasn’t naked, I might have concluded I had dreamed it.
“No, don’t!” someone hissed from outside the bedroom.
The door to Quinn’s bedroom blasted open, and a man looked in. When he noticed me, one hand flew to his mouth while the other pointed a finger out at me. “Zeke Matheson’s in your bed!”