Taking Turns (Turning #1)(43)

“Sit up,” Quin says. “Unzip my pants, take out my cock and my balls, and then put me inside you.”

His fingers are there the instant I rise up on his lap. I have to press my lips together to stifle the moan, but it still escapes.

“Do you like that?” Quin whispers as he puts his fingers inside me.

“Yes,” I say.

“You know what I like, Chella?”

“What?” I ask, busy completing the task he gave me. His cock is thick, like Smith’s. And long, and hard, and his tip is swollen when I drag my fingers arose the slit, releasing the liquid I can’t wait to suck.

“I like all your answers tonight.” And then he chuckles. Like he’s happy. I reach up with one, the other one still busy cupping his balls, and feel his smile.

“I just want to make you happy, Quin.”

“You are, Chella. You’re making so many things better tonight. Now f*ck me, baby. Slide down on top of my cock and f*ck me until you come all over it.”

I ease up, my hand sliding his tip to my entrance. And I am so f*cking wet, I turn myself on when I play with my clit.

“Sit. Down.” He wants this as much as I do. This turns me on even more. So I do what he says. I sit on his cock and then sink down, letting him fill me up.

As soon as he’s inside me his palms cup my face and he kisses my mouth. So softly, so tenderly that instead of the desperate writhing I imagined, I move slowly, and deliberately, and carefully.

“I like that,” he says, his words deep and throaty. “Keep going. Just like that, Chella. Make me forget. Make me happy. Make me want this new future more than I want my old past.”

I kiss him back, our tongues slowly getting to know each other. My hands on his chest, then his shoulders. Feeling the curves. The hills and valleys of his biceps. I dig my nails into his back. He’s still holding my face, but his hands wander down to my arms as well. And then they push me back, just a little, just enough so he can squeeze my breasts.

We move together like lovers. Like long-time lovers. And I can’t help but wonder… if it feels so good this time, then how much better will it be next week? Next month? Next year?

“Come,” he commands. “Come first and then I’d like to f*ck you hard.”

I start moving faster. More urgently. Trying to stimulate my clit and obey his command. But I don’t have to try too hard or for too long, because his fingers are right there, right where I need the friction most.

The moans coming from my mouth are so sensual, so erotic, and filthy, I wish I was recording them so I could play them for Smith and we could masturbate to the sound of my orgasm with Quin.

When I’m done, and I’m feeling spent, and I need to just rest my head on his chest for a moment… he stands up, walks me over to the window, and f*cks me just the way he promised.

Hard.





We get in that new bed together. We break it in and we have sex three more times. I don’t even have time for nightmares and sleepwalking. By the time we fall asleep, a new day is starting. Our bodies are tangled together like we’re a couple, even though we’re not meant to be a couple.

He holds me tight, one hand on my breasts as his chest spoons my back, the other between my legs, like he’s making a statement of ownership.

We sleep until early afternoon and I wake to him tracing a circle around my bunched-up nipple. “Do you like this apartment?” he asks as soon as I open my eyes.

His hair is messy and perfect at the same time. I see his shoulders in the filtered light coming in from outside. “You’re f*cking handsome, you know that?”

Quin smiles big at that. “Thank you,” he says. Like he knows how to take a compliment. “But do you like this place, Chella? Because it’s kinda cold and impersonal if you ask me. And I want you to like it.”

I shrug and smile. “I don’t care about the apartment. But no, it’s not really… homey, right?”

“Good,” Quin says, leaning down to kiss my mouth. “Good. We should go shopping and change that.”





Chapter Fifteen - Bric




Wednesday morning at 12:05 AM I call her. She picks up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Chella,” I say. “How are you?”

“Bric?” She gives me a small laugh into the phone. “I’m good. Where are you? Are you coming tonight?”

“No,” I say. “I like to come in the mornings. But I wanted to call and make sure everything is going… how you imagined it.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“Good.” I hesitate. “I don’t know what else to say but I don’t feel like hanging up.”

“We could talk about your rule.”

I smile at that. “Not yet. Tomorrow. When I see you in person. I have a lot of parties coming up for Christmas and New Year’s, so I’m having some dresses delivered tomorrow. Wear the black one tomorrow night and the red one on Thursday night. They’re my favorites.”

“We’re going out?”

I can’t tell if she’s excited about that or not. “Yes. I like to go out a lot when I’m Number Three. I’ll explain that later.”

“OK.” She laughs.