Alexis' POV
I opened my eyes to meet Quinn's intense gaze, burning into my soul as his thumb continued drawing tight little circles on my clit that was gradually driving me insane.
When I'd sneaked into his bed a while ago, I didn't anticipate this. What had I been thinking?
As if knowing the thought running through my head, he pressed one of his fingers against my sensitive clit, making my legs tremble and causing a jolt of electricity to shoot down my spine, with my mouth opening and closing from the intense pleasure that was ricocheting through me as my release slammed into me.
Shivers racked my body and I continued panting but he didn't relent. He rubbed my clit harder, wrapping his free arm around my waist to hold me in place with his eyes staring into mine and moans spilling out of my lips.
"Quinn…p-pl-please…" I shuddered, gasping from the intensity of the pleasure he was making me feel.
"You still haven't told me why we can't, baby…"
He pinched my clit, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me that had me screaming as another orgasm slammed into me.
One minute, I was straddling him and almost falling into his arms but the next I was lying on my back, with him hovering over me, his hands caging mine above my head, while I panted beneath him, struggling to get down from my high.
"Did I make you feel good?" he growled, and my lower stomach curled tightly and made butterflies erupt in my tummy.
He grabbed onto my hands with one of his and let the other one trail down my stomach to cup my wet pussy. Another shudder traveled through me but I bit my lips to keep down the whimper that was threatening to escape.
His finger traced my wet slit, gathering up my dripping juices and using them to coat his digit. And without warning, he slipped it into my opening, making me gasp and my pussy clamped down against his thick digit.
"Oh, God…"
"I'll be your God, baby," he whispered, releasing my wrists in his hold and slowly massaging my heavy breasts. He slid the straps of my night dress out of the way to reveal my breasts and with his eyes holding mine, he leaned down and took one hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his wet tongue around it while he continued pumping his finger into me.
My eyes rolled back, but he took his mouth from my nipple and I returned my gaze to his.
"Good girl," he growled, pulling his finger from my slit and smearing the juices on my aching clit. He rubbed it a few times and loud whimpers flew out of my lips but as quickly as he'd begun, he pulled his finger away and took it to his lips, licking it clean.
The sight was so intimate that it made me ache to kiss him, just so I could taste myself and as though he was reading my thoughts, he sealed his lips to mine, kissing me slowly and passionately. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, slowly and sensuously mating it with mine, and making me take all of it.
His ministrations had my body buzzing for more, not minding that he'd made me climax twice already. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his shoulder to keep him there.
His hands reached for my hips, pulling my legs around his waist until my panty-cladded core was rubbing against his hard-on. He thrust his hips into me, making me moan into his mouth and my pussy clenched with the need to be filled.
Quinn pulled away from the kiss, wrapping his fingers around my throat to hold me in place, his dilated pupils locked on my pleasure drunken ones.
"You want this, don't you?"
He thrust his hips again, his cock rubbing against my clit through our clothes.
"Yes, please…"
I couldn't keep the need from my voice, allowing my pleasure to rule my words.
"You look so pretty begging for it, baby,"
His praise sent a shudder down my spine and I lifted my hips, hoping to meet his crotch but this time, he pulled away, making me whine in disappointment.
"Not yet, baby, you can't have it. Remember, your words, not mine," he smirked.
My mouth opened to speak but no words came out.
"And until you tell me why, I won't give it to you,"
Just like that, he pulled away from me and left the room, leaving me hot and bothered with my core clenching continuously from the raging pleasure he'd inflicted on me.
I hate you so much.
I mentally raged on, a few stray tears leaking from my eyes because I was so sexually frustrated that I felt I'd die if I didn't get off.
Why had I told him that we couldn't?
I questioned myself but got no answer. The truth was I'd been scared of going all in with him. I was aware of the blazing attraction between us and I knew once it happened, there'd be no going back. That wasn't part of the plans for the weekend, at least not for me.
I should have known Quinn wouldn't buy into my lies.
I remained in bed, feeling frustrated with myself and Quinn. The rumbling of my stomach followed by hunger pangs had me climbing off the bed and heading towards my room to clean up.
Moments later, I'd showered and was dressed in shorts and a tank top. I walked into the kitchen to be presented with the sight of Quinn, still in his sweatpants but now wearing an apron over it, while making breakfast. The sight of the apron on his muscular body was enough to make me salivate from a different kind of hunger.
I couldn't help but drool as I stood by the door, watching him and letting my eyes trail the tattoos on his body_one of my favorite things to do.
"Hey…" he grinned, pulling me out of my trance. My cheeks heated up with mortification when I saw the knowing smile on his face. "Come here,"
Slowly, I made my way to him and he quickly reached for me, pushing me against the kitchen counter and covering my body with his. Despite being curvy, besides his well-built body, I was little and I liked that.
"Hmmm…" he buried his head in my shoulder, breathing me in. His little innocent act sent shivers down my spine and I licked my lips, trying to control my emotions. I was still reeling from how he left me earlier.
Pulling away, he tipped my chin up and kissed me slowly, tracing his tongue along the seam of my lips before dipping it in my mouth and when I sucked on it, he let out a groan, pulling away.
"Hungry?" he cocked his brow in question.
"Famished," and he knew I wasn't talking about food.
"If you're a good girl, I'll make sure you're well-fed and satisfied," he winked and my insides melted into a hot puddle.
Hearing him call me a good girl does things to me that I never knew his verbal praise could do.
Without warning, he lifted me into the nearest stool and turned towards the stove, while I watched him get on. A few minutes later, he pushed a plate of baked eggs with salsa to me and a bottle of water.
"Thanks,"
"Anything for you, love,"
I pulled the plate closer to me and patiently waited for him to take off his apron and settle down opposite me before I began eating. At the first taste of the meal, I couldn't help but moan appreciatively. His cooking skills were almost as wonderful as that of a chef.
"This tastes so good," I complimented and for the first time, I saw him blush. He looked so cute, that my heart fluttered from the red stain on his cheeks.
"Thank you,"
"Like seriously, is there anything you're not good at?"
The man was practically good at everything and it seemed a bit unfair to the rest of his gender.
"Winning your heart,"