Lost the Handle (Nashville Assassins: Next Generation #8)

Chapter 28

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

Quinn

I move toward the couch, sitting down as Emery straddles my lap. When she settles her center against my cock, we both groan in delight before I take her dress and lift it up and over her head. I toss it to the side as I drop my eyes to her naked chest. I swallow as I run my fingers along the curve of her breasts, loving how soft her skin is and how her rosy nipples pucker just for me. She’s breathing hard, her chest rising and falling so rapidly, causing her breasts to jiggle in an enticing way.

I lean in, capturing one nipple between my lips before I suck the pebbled nub. She runs her fingers through my hair, her groans filling the room as she starts to rub her center along my rigid cock. I move my hand from where it’s gripping her hip and bring it between us. I hook my forefinger into the fabric that’s hiding what I want, groaning when my knuckles skim her wetness, and yank on the panties, ripping them off with ease. I’m pleased when she cries out in surprise as I lift them up between us. I lean back a bit, my eyes on hers as I bring them to my nose. Like a fucking junkie, I inhale her aroma, needing a hit after three years without her. She swallows thickly, a lusty sigh leaving her lips as I continue to breathe her in.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget the smell of your wet pussy. It’s my favorite scent,” I say with a wink before I throw them to the floor.

“God, I want you.”

“You got me,” I say as I glide my fingers between her hot lower lips and groan when I find her soaked. “Fucking hell, Em. All this is for me?”

She arches against my fingers. “You know it is.”

My cock throbs as I swirl my finger through her wetness, dragging her juices from her entrance to her clit and then back. “That’s fucking right, it is. God, you feel so good.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs, her eyes slowly shutting.

“Oh, no. Keep those eyes on me while I finger-fuck this tight little cunt.”

She gasps. “Fuck, I forgot how filthy your mouth can get.”

“Just wait until I’m consuming this cunt with said mouth,” I grit out as her eyes meet mine. “Then you’ll truly remember how filthy I can be.” Her pupils blow out, and Jesus Christ above, I’m coming home. I love this girl’s pussy; I do. But those eyes? They are everything to me. She cries out when I bury two fingers inside her warm center. I love listening to music, but if her cries were the only thing I’d be able to hear for the rest of my life, I’d be satisfied.

Emery’s walls clench around my fingers as I move them in and out of her. I flick my tongue over one nipple and then the other as I watch her pleasure build. Her chest is flushed, her neck the same, as her mouth parts and her body jerks from how much force I’m using to fuck her sweet pussy. I love how she feels around me, but this isn’t enough. This is like an appetizer before I get what I really want. I know she’s almost there. I can see it in the way her breathing has picked up and how her eyes hood. Fuck, I want all her orgasms. For the rest of my life.

I curl my fingers up in her, knowing I’ve hit her sweet spot, before I press my thumb to her clit, and she explodes like I knew she would. She cries out, her fingers digging into my shoulders before I bite down on her nipple, making her cry louder. She wheezes for breath, but surely she knows better than that.

I’m nowhere near done.

I slide my arms under her thighs and lift her up until her pussy is right at my mouth. All she has to do is hook her legs over the couch, and I can devour her easily. My voice is rough as I grunt out, “Lock your legs over the back of the couch.”

She’s still in her little orgasm cloud, her eyes glazed over as I grip her ass. “What?”

“You heard me. Lock your legs over the back of the couch and hold on.”

Before she can ask again or even fight me on it, I bury my face between her legs.

She moans loudly as she does as I ask, and I bury my face between her sweet thighs. “Holy fuck.”

I hide my grin as she wraps her hands around my head, and I hold her up by her thick ass. I lick up every bit of her previous release before I find her swollen nub. It throbs against my mouth as I lap the flat of my tongue over it, swirl around it, and then flick the tip of my tongue against it. My fingers bite into her ass as I repeat the steps I follow for eating her sweet pussy. I haven’t eaten pussy since hers, but I know what gets her off. I know I’m driving her crazy, almost to the edge, but I’m not ready to let her fall.

She takes my torture like a pro, screaming my name, thrashing above me, and mewling in such a way that would shame a porn star. I look up to watch her, her mouth parted in the sexiest O, her eyes closed tightly as she holds on for dear life. She then starts to hump my face, and I can’t hold off any longer. I suck her clit into my mouth and don’t let up. Her legs tremble on the sides of my head, her nails clench into the back of my scalp, and then she’s screaming my name as she comes hard. I ease off her clit and fuck her entrance with my tongue, loving the taste of her as she comes all over my face. I wish her orgasms were the only thing to nourish me for the rest of my life. I kiss her pussy, then the inside of one thigh before I kiss the other one, where my name is written.

She’s gasping above me, but I make a mental note to ask why this was inked here without my knowledge. I don’t like the thought of some dude so close to her pussy, but then I remind myself she has been with other guys.

Wow, Quinn, way to ruin the mood.

Who am I kidding? There is no ruining the mood when Emery is still moaning and panting above me. I slowly lower her to my lap and grip her jaw between my fingers before devouring her hot mouth. She moans once more as I swirl my tongue with hers and slowly lay her back on the couch before I fall between her legs. I hoist myself up and rip my shirt open. Buttons fly like in one of the smutty romance novels I know Emery reads, and I smirk to myself as I throw my shirt off to the side. I sit back on my knees, looking down at her naked, spent body while she gazes up at me with nothing but admiration in her gray eyes.

“Fuck, you’re insanely beautiful, Em.”

She smiles gently. “I was thinking the same about you.” She traces her fingers over my chest, where my last name sits, as I unbuckle my belt and pull it off. She licks her lips when I undo my pants, and I groan loudly at the sight as I stand up.

If I don’t slow this down, I’m gonna embarrass myself.

Since I can see it from where I stand, I ask, “Tell me when and why you got that tattoo.”

Her lips tip up as I push my pants down. Her eyes widen when my cock springs up, bobbing and leaking at the tip. She licks her lips, her eyes hooded and downright sinful. The way she reacts has my cock twitching to be between those lips, but not now. No. I need to be inside her. “Are you sure you want to know right this second?”

I smack her thighs open and move between them, my hips pressing into the fleshy part of her as I run my cock through her wet pussy. She arches against me, all hot and sexy, leaving me breathless as I grit out, “Right now.”

Emery’s eyes meet mine, her lips parting as I continue to slide my cock along her wetness. She blows out a breath. “When I first moved out to California, I met a guy, and I thought I was going to sleep with him. But before he even got inside me, he slapped my pussy and told me it was his. I didn’t like that at all. It felt so damn wrong, I cried.” I try my hardest not to get pissed, but it doesn’t work. I furrow my brows as I look down at her, now tapping my cock to her clit. She twitches beneath me, her lips parting on a moan. “I decided that I didn’t want anyone else thinking they owned it, so I put its owner’s name beside it.”

This girl. A smug grin pulls at my lips as I cup my pussy in my hand. She arches into my hold, a breathy moan leaving her thick lips. “So, this is mine.”

My girl doesn’t hesitate or think. She just moans, “Only yours.”

“Fucking right, it is,” I growl before I go to push into her, but then I stop. “Do I need a condom?”

She scoffs. “If you don’t fuck me right this second, I’m gonna bite that cock off.” Only the two of us would share a grin at that. “No, you don’t need a condom. This pussy is yours. I haven’t been with anyone.”

My brows shoot up into my hairline. “What? In three years?”

A bashfulness I’ve never seen on her in my life fills her features. “I didn’t want anyone but you.”

Yup, my heart just exploded in my chest. I cover her body with mine, holding myself up on my elbows. I cup her face in my hands, running my thumbs along her jaw. “I tried, but I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

She grimaces, and I hate how disappointed my truth leaves her. I wish I hadn’t slept with anyone, but I had to try to move on. She looks away as she shrugs. “Guys gotta get off. For girls, it’s emotional.”

“That’s bullshit,” I say, angling her jaw so I can bring her gaze back to me. “I tried my fucking hardest to get over you, but anytime I tried, I pretended I was fucking you. I never kissed anyone on the mouth. I never tasted them or fucked them face-to-face, only from behind,” I admit, holding her gaze. I know she doesn’t want to hear this, but I need her to know. “Because sex is emotional for me too, and I wanted no one but you.”

Her eyes widen, but then she’s moaning as I fill her with one thrust. I don’t know who’s louder, her or me, but our moans mingle as I fill her to the hilt. She tangles her legs with mine, her pussy sucking me deep as I continue to stare down at her, knowing that I’ll forever be home when I’m inside her. She reaches up, cupping my cheek as her thumb moves along my pounding pulse. “I’m sorry, Quinn.”

My eyes drift shut as I drop my forehead to hers. I inhale hard, wanting to immerse myself in her scent. She traces my jaw, my lips, my nose, and I’m lost in the feel of her. The feel of being where I belong.

With the woman I love.

“We can’t change the past, but I will do everything to give you the future we both want.”

We stay like that for a long, heated moment, her pussy strangling me as I throb inside her. When her lips glide along mine, I slant my mouth to cover her, and then I start to move into her slick, hot center. I love how she feels. How she clenches around me and how fucking good it feels when she rakes her nails down my back. My thrusts are slow, sweet, and full of love. I know she feels it too. Her moans are loud, and my name on her lips is a sound I never want to forget. I lick her bottom lip then kiss her nose as I reach down to grab her thigh. I hook her leg over my hip, and the angle causes a new moan to leave her lips.

“Quinn…”

“I got you, baby,” I say against her lips, kissing her twice as I thrust hard into her. “But I need you to come on my cock.”

She gasps as I sit up on my haunches, bringing her closer so that her ass is against my thighs. I know her body like my own and know exactly what to do to get her to come, but I can’t help tracing my thumb along my name. Her breath catches, and our eyes meet in a heated embrace full of so much affection, I ache. I have no clue what is going to happen, but one thing is for sure, I can’t live another second without her. I don’t want to think of how I’m going to give her the future I just promised. I don’t want to think of anything right now but the woman I love.

I slide my fingers along her pussy, almost coming at the sight of her stretched around me, to her clit, and I work her into a frenzy as I continue to thrust into her. “That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. Show me how much my pussy missed me.”

“Quinn, faster,” she mewls, her back arching. “God, I missed your huge cock.”

“Fuck,” I growl as I work her over, thrusting just as quickly. Our bodies slap together, the sounds lewd, but fuck, if it doesn’t turn me on more. I feel my balls pulling up. “Come, Em,” I command. “Fucking come for me. Fuck.”

She clutches me with her release, sucking me into her, screaming my name as I come deep inside her. I thrust again, filling her with my come as a shiver runs down my spine. I feel light-headed, so spent, I want to lie down with her in my arms for the next week. I pull out slowly, then thrust again as she cries out, her pussy squeezing me tight. I’m gripping her thigh so tightly, I worry I’ve marked her. But then again, she has my name on her body, so I doubt she’d mind some bruises I’ve caused.

I cover her body with mine, falling to her side before I gather her close, my cock sliding out of her as she adjusts into my chest. I brush her hair out of her eyes, grazing her cheeks with my knuckles as our eyes meet. She clasps her hands beneath her jaw and tips her head back for me to kiss her. So, I kiss her. Our lips move together in such a lazy, familiar way that I can’t help but feel somewhat overwhelmed.

When she tears her lips from mine, our eyes meet once more, and she smiles. I smile back, and I know my grin will never falter when she whispers, “I love you, Quinn.”

I wrap my arms around her tighter, kissing her top lip. “I love you too.”

As we cuddle close, I know I shouldn’t be letting my mind wander, but it does.

Truly, what the fuck am I going to do?