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

“You can never have too many.” I rolled my eyes and
showed him into my room.
    I
was so nervous that I was having a hard time thinking clearly. I
should ease him into this. I can't just expect him to roll over and
play bitch for me. I have to be calm, cool, collected.
Subtle.
    “ Did
you want to be on top or should I?” Quinn asked as he removed
his shirt in one smooth motion and tossed it onto the floor. Lordy,
Lordy, I thought as I stared at the swirls of color on his
midsection. His tattoos trailed up and over his pecs, traced his
pierced belly button, and disappeared, rather enticingly, into his
pants. He wasn't as ripped as Preston, but he had a damn fine body,
one that wasn't going to be difficult getting into.
    I
glanced at the door and fought the urge to lean over and peek out the
crack to see if Preston was here yet. If he wasn't, he would be
soon. It was just a matter of time.
    Without
answering Quinn, I moved across the room, flicked open the handcuff
box and grabbed the metal in steady hands.
    “ Nice,”
Quinn growled, reaching out and grabbing me around the waist. “I
love a girl who can get her kink on.”
    “ Good,”
I said as I opened one of the cuffs and hooked it around Quinn's
wrist. “Because that's exactly what I'm going to do.”
And then I was shoving him down and hooking his hand to my headboard.
I don't think he expected it at first because his eyes were wide and
unblinking as I grabbed his other wrist and locked him in, nice and
secure.
    “ Holy
crap,” Quinn said as I swung myself up on the bed and straddled
him. How do you like that, Preston Ellis? I thought as I
grabbed Quinn's face in my hands and thrust my tongue between his
lips, taking every ounce of dominance and aggression I had inside of
myself and throwing it at Mr. Prentis. I thought that Preston could
appreciate that.
    I
sucked Quinn's sexy, lower lip into my mouth, nicked it with my teeth
gently and came up for air, pushing my hair over my shoulder to keep
it out of my face.
    “ You're
a nasty bitch,” Quinn growled as he thrust his hips up and
ground his erection into my crotch. I slapped him lightly on the
cheek, surprising even myself.
    “ No,
you're a nasty bitch,” I told him as I scooted back and
unbuttoned his pants. His cock practically burst out at me,
desperate to be free as I tugged his underwear down and freed him,
holding him in my hand hard. My eyes slid unconsciously over
to the door and I swear to you, I could feel Preston's eyes burning
hot and heavy into me. How far he was going to let me go, I had no
idea. He said he wanted me to go all the way, but could he handle
it? Guess it was time to find out.
    I
squeezed Preston's dick in my hand and leaned down so that I could
run my tongue across it, taste the hot, salty, sweaty length of it as
I put my drooling talent to good use and moistened him up for what I
was going to call the world's best hand job.
    I
sat back up and started pumping my fist up and down, using my fingers
to tease the extra skin around the head of Quinn's cock, massaging it
gently up top and then squeezing harder and harder as I worked my way
down to less sensitive areas. He groaned and thrashed, moaning
noisily and thankfully, not speaking any nonsense. He was a hell of
a lot cuter that way.
    I
paused just long enough to pull my shirt over my head and toss it to
the floor, grabbing back onto Quinn before he had the chance to say
anything stupid in the interim. I cupped his balls with my other
hand and massaged them gently, all the while completely conscious
that Preston was there, stroking himself much the way I was stroking
Quinn. It was lighting a fire in my lower belly, soaking my panties
and driving me into a frenzy. This whole foreplay thing was not
going to last long, not today.
    Just
as I was about to back off of Quinn and go for a condom, his body
shuddered, muscles contracting tightly in his belly as his back
arched and he came in my hands, shooting hot cum onto my breasts.