Free Fuck Valentine's Day by C. M. Stunich Page A

because it could be the only one you get.” I stared
into his face and tried to keep myself from leaping into his arms and
kissing the shit out of him. “Besides,” Preston
continued as his gaze slid over my shoulder and across the room to
Quinn's overly flirtatious back. “I want to watch.”

    Quinn
was more than happy to escort me back to my place. Wonder
if he'd be so eager if he knew that Preston was following, that he
was going to be standing outside my door holding his aching cock in
one hand and watching us fuck at his behest. Let's
just say that I kept that thought to myself.
    “ I'm
glad you asked me over,” Quinn growled, doing his damnedest to
get us into a traffic accident by massaging me between the legs while
I tried to navigate a tricky intersection. “You're not going
to regret it.”
    “ Quinn,”
I said as my stomach flip-flopped and my heart raced at the speed of
light, pumping hormones through my veins like poison, making me loopy
with passion. I wanted Preston. I did. I sort of, kind of wanted
to date him and try on my first big girl relationship, but this whole scenario was straight
out of one of my favorite porn movies and Quinn – despite being
a complete and utter douche – was out of a wet dream, so if the
guy I liked was not only okay with but endorsed the
whole thing, why not play along? Why not have some fun? After all,
Preston was right in a way. He was the only man I'd ever slept with.
Did that mean that I had to fuck another guy to know he was good?
No, but it did mean that I was a bit limited on my perception. Maybe
this wouldn't have worked for everyone, but it was working hard for
me. “Shut the fuck up.”
    “ You
are so hot when you talk dirty to me,” he whispered as he took
off his seat belt and leaned over to breathe hot and heavy against my
neck. I had no willpower to stop him, convinced that Preston was
looking at us both through the rear window, getting hard and angry at
the same time.
    Then
I nearly killed us both when I came within inches of hitting a parked
car and decided enough was enough.
    “ Save
it,” I barked and surprisingly, Quinn listened. He sat back
and smiled, unzipped his pants and fingered his dick through his fly
while I put the pedal to the metal and pulled into my driveway at the
same moment that Preston parked his car on the opposite side of the
street. The plan was that I'd take Quinn upstairs right away and
handcuff him to the bed, so that there'd be no chance he'd get up and
somehow find Preston in the doorway.
    “ You
want me to bring my sex guide in?” Quinn asked with raised
brows and a sly smirk that he no doubt expected would burn a hole
through my panties. I rolled my eyes.
    “ Get
out,” I said as I climbed out of the vehicle and started up the
steps at lightning speed. Quinn was right behind me, sex book in
hand, box of condoms in the other. When I gave him a look, he
just shrugged.
    “ I
figured we'd probably need these sooner rather than later,” he
said, and I resisted the urge to punch him again. Quinn was hot as
hell, but he was also a little bit stupid.
    “ Who
said you were getting laid?” I asked him as I unlocked the door
and started straight up the steps to my room. Quinn closed the door
behind me and, of course, didn't lock it which was all part of the
plan.
    “ Look
at you,” he said as he followed after, so close behind that I
could practically feel his hot breath on my skin. “You're not
even giving me the grand tour, just heading straight up the stairs.
Besides, I could see the way you were breathing in the car. You want
me bad. You can say what you want to say to make yourself feel
better, but you brought me over here with a single purpose in mind.”
I stopped at the top of the steps and just stared at him as he came
even with me. Quinn did not seem at all disturbed about being used
for a booty call. Not one, little bit. “And I figured, why
not bring extra condoms, just in case?” he said with a wink.