Page 41 of Hard Hitter
"I wasn't exactly planning to fuck you in a baseball field." Quinn's smirk was accompanied by a mischievous quirk of the eyebrow. Raelyn returned his look with a bite of her bottom lip, then let him help her back into the front seat.
Quinn drove them back to her house. In the driveway, the engine shut off and Raelyn was sure Quinn could hear her heart beating through her chest. He'd already given her two toe-curling orgasms without even taking all of her clothes off. She couldn't imagine what the real deal was going to be like. Just kissing him got her all hot and sweaty and wet. What was she going to do with his naked body on top of hers? Under hers? Hell, how was he handling the suspense? She'd atleast had two releases of her own. Quinn was saving up for this. And he'd been waiting years longer than she had.
Raelyn's arm fell naturally through his again as they walked toward the house, but when she started heading toward the front porch Quinn stopped, gesturing to go around the garage. There was a small brick paved walkway that led around the garage to the basement entrance in the backyard. It was lined with solar lights, otherwise it would have been completely dark. Quinn led her to the French doors that would take them into the finished basement and paused in front of them.
"Okay, I don't know exactly what this is going to look like. I may have had some help." Quinn reached for the doors and pushed them open.
The doors led directly into her living room that was fully equipped with a mounted flat screen television and sound system, a sectional and a recliner, as well as a bar that was typically kept stocked with her family's wine. Tonight it was transformed. There were blankets and sheets hanging and draped from the ceiling to create a large fort. There was a sheet pulled back like a tent door and she could see inside where the sectional and chairs had been pushed back to make room for a mattress with a ton of blankets and pillows. The mattress faced the TV which was currently featuringThe Sandlot, an old favorite of theirs.
"When did you do this?" Raelyn asked, jaw dropped.
"Chris, Jett, and Amira snuck in after I picked you up." He looked down at her, hopeful. "Do you like it?"
"Iloveit." Raelyn was still taking in all the details. There were at least a dozen condoms sprinkled on top of the blankets, which was certainly a nice touch. Twinkle lights had been strung up inside the fort, which was something she had always tried to get Quinn to put in their old blanket forts. He had always protested, saying he was not going to hang out inside a "princess fort for sissy girls." Raelyn giggled at the memory and turned to Quinn, "Did Amira have permission to put those lights up?"
Quinn smiled as he replied, "Yeah, I actually insisted."
"You're not going to feel like a sissy girl princess?" Raelyn teased.
Quinn eyed her up and down briefly, "Trust me, nothing that's about to go down in there is suitable for sissy girl princesses."
Oh mama. And just like that my panties are wet again.
Raelyn swallowed as she met Quinn's intense gaze. After kicking his shoes off by the door, he took her hand and ducked into the fort, pulling her in with him. A brief sensation of deja vu flooded her as they stood facing each other by the foot of the bed holding hands, hearts racing. She was seventeen again and about to have sex for the first time. With her best friend. The pulse visible in Quinn's neck quickened just like it had that night. This wasn't just about the nostalgia of the blanket fort. This was another do-over.
Fingers trembling slightly, Raelyn began unbuttoning his shirt. She wanted to take her time. It didn't matter if they stayed up all night. Raelyn wanted to see all of him. Memorize him. Inhale his warm scent of pine and spice. Run her hands along the hard planes of his stomach. Learn every piece of him with her hands and then her mouth.
She pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his muscled shoulders and let it fall to the floor, drinking in the sight of his bare chest and abs and arms. Dark hair peppered his chest and a trail down the middle led somewhere still hidden. She reached for his belt and was aware of him intently watching her undress him. He didn't try to hurry her along. It was like he knew exactly what she needed and was letting her have it. He'd have his turn soon enough.
The sound of metal clinking as his belt and pants fell to the floor was all Raelyn heard as Quinn stood in front of her in a pair of black boxer briefs that were not doing a good job disguising his arousal. Her breath quickened as she slipped her hands into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. He was now standing in front of her completely bare. A Greek God statue...with a massive erection.
A cocky smile tugged at one corner of his lips as he watched her study him. Her eyes slowly made their way up his body and back to his face. She hoped her jaw hadn't dropped like a dope, because she was sure if her mouth were hanging open, she’d be drooling.
Quinn stepped in closer and slid a hand to the back of her neck where he unfastened the buttons holding her halter dress in place. The top half of her dress fell easily and exposed her breasts. His eyes darkened with lust, and he tried to bite back his groan. He stepped behind her and finished unzipping her dress, letting it drop to the floor. His hard chest pressed up against her back as he slid his fingers into the lace band of her thong and slipped it down, joining the pile of clothing at her feet.
He appeared back in front of her, standing close enough that their bodies were touching. Raelyn savored the sensation of her nipples against his bare skin as it sent goosebumps up her arms. Letting her fingers lightly skate up and down his sides, she saw the same chill ripple across his skin. Their eyes met again. Quinn seemed to be waiting for her to make the first move.
She reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together and tilted her face up to meet his lips in a deep, slow kiss. His free hand slid up from her hips until he was palming one breast, massaging gently, lightly teasing her nipple as he circled it with his thumb.
Needing to feel him, Raelyn unlaced their fingers and ran both hands up the flat, hardened plane of his stomach and chest, feeling his warm, rippled muscles beneath her palms. Her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and fingers plunged into his hair, urging him to kiss her deeper, more fiercely.
Quinn soon had both hands firmly grasping her hips as he began walking her backward toward the bed. The backs of her legs met the mattress and she lowered herself onto it, sliding herself up toward the pillows. She took Quinn’s hand again and gently pulled him onto her, breathing a sigh of relief at the comforting weight of him once he was laying on top of her. God, his skin was warm and smooth, his cock hard against her thigh so close to where she was wet and aching for him.
For a moment she was equally relieved and terrified at how natural it felt for the two of them to be like this together. She remembered feeling this with him before and it sent a shock of nervous energy through her body. Her eyes flickered back and forth between his,searching for some indication he might feel the same. His golden eyes like liquid amber stared back into hers and she could see everything he felt reflected in them: Fierce admiration, adoration, longing, hopefulness, and yes, lust. Deep and burning.
Though her whole body was humming, pulse practically vibrating, so ready to get the release it had been deprived of for far too long, there was the slightest notion of hesitation. The faintest bit of tension. She needed to relax, she needed reassurance that she could fully give herself over to him this time.
It must have been written all over her face, or he could feel it in the way her body refused to go pliant. Quinn cupped her face with his hand and traced his thumb lightly over her bottom lip. “Rae, I know I’ve made mistakes...I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, but you need to know thatthis...this thing between us...it’s not going away. I’ve wanted you over half my life and that’s not changing. I’m all yours...if you want me.”
His voice was steady as he spoke, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that Raelyn couldn't ignore. She knew he meant every word. And it was everything she needed to hear.
She exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and smiled softly up at him, her oldest friend, and curled her arms around his neck. With his mouth covering hers she sighed, relieved, giving herself and her body permission to give in to him. She wanted to trust him as intensely as she once had; her heart, her mind, and her body felt he deserved this chance.
Their kiss began slow and deep once again, but after one...two...three thrusts of her hips against his hard length, Raelyn’s moans mixed with Quinn’s needy grunts and groans, and they became impatient. They were both needy and demanding, and their bodies, their heart rates, their breathing sped up at once. Raelyn grasped at his hair, clawed at his shoulders, while Quinn explored her body with his hands.
His tongue wrestled with hers, the rough stubble of his jaw scratching her chin, teeth scraping, consuming her pleasured gasps and moansas they mingled with his. He slipped a hand down her body, between her legs to feel her wet crease again, slick with need.
“Fuck, Rae,” he whispered, bowing his head to look down their bodies where he was touching her. “I love how wet you get for me...my God.”
