**This is an excerpt from my first short story, I hope you like it. Sorry if there are any formatting issues, reddit was being dumb.**
Their lips came together, soft and warm, and Quinn felt something melt inside her. She could taste the soju on his lips, sweet and tingly, and was thrust into a sea of balanced contradictions; Isaac’s gentle lips contrasted with the fervour of his touch. He pulled her in close with tender, solid hands that gripped and pulled, squeezed and caressed. Her body responded to the commands of his touch like she was clay in his fingers, her flesh moulding to his touch. His right arm caressed her back, sliding across her tank top, his fingers lingering across her ribcage as they moved down. He seized her hips and pulled her closer in a rough, swift motion that jolted her and forced her to lean further into him, practically falling into his arms. His hand came back up to squeeze the back of her neck and pull her in to deepen the kiss. Then came his tongue, tender yet demanding, and she had no choice but to let it in, parting her lips more and letting him explore her mouth.
It was forceful, irreverent, and Quinn knew in that moment she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to. That thought broke the dam, and Quinn was incapable of holding back the moan that bubbled up from deep inside her body. Isaac caught the sound as it left her mouth, drinking it in with the rest of her. Her mind began to fuzz, her thoughts like a radio station being drowned by static. She tried to take a deep breath and her lungs filled with Isaac’s scent again, the scent of rosemary and warm oil. She breathed it in again, letting it wipe her mind completely. Here, in this moment, that scent was a drug. It was the primal scent of power, of control, of lust unbound.
Quinn took a third deep breath, her tongue still wrapped in Isaac’s, and felt her last thread of rationality snap. The slick heat that had been blossoming between her legs grew more intense, and Quinn could decide whether or not she wanted to squeeze her thighs together for her or spread them as wide as she could for him.Abruptly, Isaac pulled away from the kiss, leaving Quinn gasping for air. It tasted stale, a pale imitation of the air she’d just known during that brain-melting kiss.
“You’re a really good kisser,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. Her composure was gone, shattered all to hell, but she tried to sound as unbothered as she could. Isaac didn’t respond, he simply smiled and pulled her back in for another kiss, every bit as hungry as the last one.Quinn didn’t even bother trying to muffle the moan that shot from her throat, she just wrapped her arms around his neck and moved to straddle him on the couch. Isaac responded instantly, taking his tongue from her open mouth and trailing heated kisses down her jawline and onto the milky expanse of her neck.
Quinn let her head fall back, revelling in the feeling of his lips as they traced their way across the sensitive, vulnerable flesh of her throat. Her mouth hung open to the sky and she sucked in quick, shallow gulps of air every time Issac’s burning lips touched another section of her skin.Quinn barely noticed Isaac’s hand as it slid under her tank top, his fingers sinking into the soft skin of her torso. His grip was so possessive, so hungry. Like he wanted to be rougher but was holding back so he wouldn’t hurt her. That only made the heat between her thighs worse, and she let another moan out, this one emerging from her throat into the open air.
Isaac’s hands were everywhere; firm on the curve of her hips, stroking her exposed thighs, squeezing her plump ass. With every motion, he elicited another sound from Quinn. Moans, squeaks, whimpers, cries. She had no control over her voice anymore, it was all him. Her whole body felt like a live wire, sparking wherever he touched. Her own fingers couldn’t stay still either; they gripped his shoulders, tangled themselves in his hair.
His fingers pulled up her bra, still trapped under her shirt, and took her slight breasts completely into his palms. He squeezed lightly, feeling them. His fingers explored the hot surface of her skin, searching for. . . there. Quinn let out a high throaty whimper, needier and more desperate than the others. Her nipple was stiff and sensitive, and Isaac’s touch worked it perfectly. He rolled it gently in his fingers, lightly tracing circles on it and pulling it gently. Each time, a bolt of electricity would shoot from his fingers, down her spine, and straight into her clit. Sensitive might’ve been an understatement.
She arched her back into him, silently asking for more. She wasn’t even entirely sure what “more” meant, though, not until he gave it to her. He shifted her over, moving his leg so she was straddling that instead. Her mind wasn’t working right, she couldn’t understand his goal until he grabbed her by the waist with both hands and pulled her onto his knee. Comprehension flooded her instantly and her instincts took over from there, hips moving on their own, rocking back and forth against his leg as he leaned forward and took the nipple he hadn’t been teasing into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the pink peak, his lips sucking on it like sweet fruit. The stimulation was somehow too much. . . and yet not enough. Not enough at all. God fucking damn it, not nearly enough. She needed more.
“Please,” she hissed. Her fingers still gripped the back of his head, not wanting him to pull away from her. Her panties were soaked through now, she knew it with certainty. She wanted to get out of them, feel his fingers on her clit instead of fabric. Her movements were frantic, uncoordinated, but she found his wrist and guided it to the buttons of her high waisted shorts. “Please,” she pleaded again, more raw this time. Isaac pulled away from her chest, releasing her nipple with a light “pop”. He met her eyes, and she could find no trace of the quiet boy she’d known for years. This new creature was dangerous, composed and in total control.
“‘Please’ what?” he said. His voice resonated with authority and warning. What are you asking for, his tone seemed to say. His eyes gazed into her, demanding she tell him exactly what she desired.“I’m not doing anything,” he said, “until you speak up and tell me what you want.”Something clicked then. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something in his tone when he said those words made everything fall into place. He wasn’t asking for instructions or even permission, she realised. He was asking for the line, to know how far he was allowed to go, where the threshold he wasn’t allowed to cross was located. He wanted to know how much she was willing to take. She had said there would be no sex tonight, after all, so how far would she let him take this?Quinn looked him in the eyes. The air was cold on her wet nipple and her pale cheeks were flushed red. She felt secure here, held tightly in Isaac’s arms. Here, he didn’t feel slim at all. He felt solid, powerful. Just like that, she made the choice to forget what she’d said earlier. She could feel his desire to make sure she was safe, comfortable. He wanted her to enjoy herself, and he would not do anything to her that she didn’t want. In conjunction with that, she could sense his desire to not just fuck her, but to consume her, to lay waste to her body in the best way possible. Her cunt pulsed with a salacious thrill, heat singing through her lower body.
She made her decision.
With a silent nod, she gave in.
Isaac carried her up to his bedroom and Quinn kept finding herself surprised by his strength; he’d carried her up the stairs and into his room with ease despite his lack of bulk. He placed her on the bed, laying her down even as he moved to loom over her. The room was dimly lit by a single warm lamp in the corner, and his face was drowned in shadow. His eyes, though, still glittered with a single minded focus. Every time he looked at her, she could feel her arousal spike. He leaned down, eyes still locked on hers. She closed her own eyes and tilted her chin up to greet him. His lips met hers and she sighed with pleasure, opening her lips to let his tongue in once more.His kisses were so deep, so hungry, that they left her feeling drunk even before he pulled away. She exalted in the taste of him as he bore down on her from above. He sat straddling her left leg so she was free to rub her aching clit against his right. She rocked her hips into him, letting the waves wash over her. The fingers of his right hand wove into the thick strands of her hair as he grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss. His left seized the small of her back, forcing her to arch her back and drive her clit deeper into his leg. She mewled in pleasure, louder than she had on the couch, but she still felt that dissatisfaction. It wasn’t enough, there was too much in the way. His fingers couldn’t caress her skin the way she wanted, his leg was not nearly good enough through the thick layers of fabric that separated them. She reached out and took the hem of his shirt, tugging up with furtive but futile motions.
Isaac broke the kiss and stood up, taking his shirt off in a fluid motion. Quinn watched him earnestly. The soft, warm lighting played with his skin, deepening the bronze and gold tones. The edges of his hair caught the light and turned from black to golden-brown, giving him a halo. He towered over her on the bed, and as he dropped the shirt from his hands, she could see where all the strength he had was hiding. He had the toned musculature of a prowling cat; lithe and dangerous, not bulky and imposing. The light danced across his abdomen, casting soft shadows.
“Nice,” she murmured, reaching out to trace her fingers along his stomach. Her fingers lingered there for a moment, feeling his warmth. She ran them down to his waistband, then past it, down his thigh. She could feel his erection through the jeans and she shivered with anticipation. She reached out for his belt buckle, undoing it with a jingle of metal and the squeak of leather. Isaac reached down past her, unbuttoning his pants and bending down to step out of them. Quinn smiled, reaching out as he stood back up to touch his– Her eyes locked on it. Fuck.
“. . . nice.” Quinn’s voice came out in a breathless whisper. She couldn’t move her gaze. It hung there, swaying gently like a pendulum. She ran her fingertips along the strong downward curve, as if it was bowing under its own size and weight. Thick veins ran across it, and it twitched softly as she traced those lines across its surface, down to the deep red-ochre head. It was more deeply coloured than the rest of his body, richer, somehow. She leaned forward to see it better, wrapping her fingers around the dark shaft to stroke it.Her fingers couldn’t meet.
Quinn’s body responded to that with a little thrill, equal parts excitement and panic. He stood before her, fully naked while her clothes remained on, and Quinn let herself slip off the edge of the bed and sink to her knees. He loomed over her. Forget using her, Isaac was going to break her. And here, on her knees with him in her hand, stroking him, feeling his heft and size, Quinn realised she was more than okay with that. She took a breath to steady herself and looked up at Isaac. The lighting from behind him cast his front in shadow and he stood over her with a commanding air. He cupped the side of her face, as if to reassure her. He was watching her silently, waiting for her to do what they both knew she would do.
Neither of them spoke. Their eyes met, and understanding passed between them. Isaac would not hold back, and Quinn did not want him to.
She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and leaned forward to take his girth in her mouth. She almost couldn’t even get past the head. It filled her mouth completely, barely missing her teeth. She pulled back with a gasp, leaving the tip of his cock coated in her saliva. She went back in. This time, she got a little farther. It hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but did not recoil. Above her, Isaac groaned softly. That sound made Quinn redouble her efforts. She’d never be able to take all of him in her mouth. She wasn’t even a third of the way down and even that was nearly too much. But she wouldn’t give up, either. She shoved forward, letting out a gurgling, choking sound that earned her another groan of approval from Isaac. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at that. She’d learned that, sometimes, the sound of her trying was more important than the actual results.
His taste, his scent, filled her mouth. This wasn’t like the warm oil and spice she’d drunk in on the couch. This was saltier, deeper, more him. His cock tasted clean, but not in a shower-and-soap way. It was earthy and rich, but not bitter. It was heady and soon it was all she could think of. Her head bobbed up and down, her spit sliding down his shaft, following the lines of his thick veins as they twisted and turned down his length. She threw herself into her work and was rewarded with more of Isaac’s moans from above, deep and guttural. She worked her hands along his length– it took both hands and her mouth together to take him all, but Isaac’s moans told her she was doing a good job.
She pulled away from his cock with a slurp and sharp pop . Her breath was hot and heavy, her vision was blurry, and her tongue hung from her mouth, dripping saliva down onto his glistening cock. She didn’t go back in though, instead raising the heavy slab up and taking one of his balls in her mouth. She swirled it with her tongue and Issac jerked, his hips lurching forward involuntarily. She sucked on it gently, massaging the other with her hand until Issac’s thighs trembled. Pride filled her as she noted his reactions and she let his balls slip from her mouth, dripping from her work. She opened her mouth wide again, sticking her tongue out to take his throbbing cock back into her mouth. Again, his hips jerked forward, propelling him deeper into her mouth with a wet, gagging choke.“Yess, Quinn. That’s it baby,” Isaac hissed. His words degraded into a primal groan of pleasure as his cock pulsed in her throat. “Good girl.” He took his hands and put them on the back of her head, not pushing, only guiding. That imperious air he’d had earlier had mostly faded, replaced by a fierce lust for more of what only she could give him. His hips bucked into her mouth, wanting more stimulation but knowing this was her limit.
If it were possible for her to get any more wet, Quinn would have done it. She wished she could do more, wished he could bury his dick in her throat and fuck her face. She wanted him to moan her name more and call her a good girl again. She wanted to hear him call her baby while his hips rocked into her and filled her mouth with his cum. That, more than anything else. She wanted him to cum so bad, to watch him quiver and roll, to hear him grunt with exertion and pleasure and explode into her warm mouth.
She swirled her tongue around him and he gripped her head a little harder, whispering her name. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of desire. Issac groaned, a little louder this time, and his hips moved with more vigour, more force. He was pushing now. Quinn squeezed her thighs together, trying to get just a little more stimulation. She couldn’t rub herself like this, not with her shorts still on. The frustration raged in her like the rapids of a river and she threw herself into her task with even more fervour. Every thrust caused her to choke now, but she shoved down the impulse to retreat. Every sloppy wet sound of effort she made resulted in another gasp from Isaac or twitch of his cock. She could feel him getting harder, could feel her reward building up.“Quinn, I’m gonna–”
Quinn redoubled her efforts. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.
Isaac groaned. His fingers dug into her hair and practically yanked her onto his pulsating dick, his hips bucking forward to drive in deeper. Her eyes watered as she gagged and choked on the thick cum that shot down her throat in waves of heat and cream. Salty, earthy, wonderful. She sputtered and her eyes fluttered, but Isaac used her throat to milk himself, oblivious to anything but the orgasm he was riding. The spurts slowed to a trickle, then stopped. Quinn could feel it coating her mouth, sliding down the back of her throat. Isaac pulled himself, still hard and twitching, from Quinn’s mouth and let go of her head. “Good fucking girl,” he said, stepping back from her. His cock dripped languid drops of cum and her saliva onto the carpeted flow below. Her dark red lipstick had left a ring on his shaft.
Quinn swayed. Without his cock and his hands to steady her, her balance was a little off, but she wasn’t done. Not yet. Her mouth still hung open, and she forced her eyes to focus on him. Made sure he saw the pool of cum that sat on her tongue, then closed her mouth and swallowed with an exaggerated motion. She stuck her tongue, now clean, back out. She made an ahh sound, showing off how well she had done for him.
Isaac surged forward and grabbed her mouth with his own. The moan Quinn let out was equal parts desire and satisfaction, pleased both that he was touching her again and that she had gotten this sort of reaction. Isaac was a force of nature, his hands, his breath, his lips, his tongue all dancing across her skin like a storm over the plains. He lifted her from her knees and threw her back onto the plushness of the bed. Then he was on top of her, wild and vigorous.
Her tank top disappeared, ripped over her head before she could process he was taking it off. He drew a path down her throat with his lips, leaving behind pale red marks that made her shiver with need. He traced her collarbone, making his way down to the tops of her breasts. Her bra came undone with the flick of his wrist and he flung it away, exposing her nipples to the air only briefly before he sheltered them in his mouth. Quinn squealed at the stimulation. Her nipples were so sensitive that it was almost too much. He went about his task with eagerness, alternating between sucking on the rosy nibs and kissing the creamy skin of her tits. His hands found the buttons that held her high waisted shorts and he deftly undid them. One. by. One. His mouth never left her skin. Quinn’s anticipation was nearing a critical point and she lifted her butt off the bed to let him slide her shorts off her legs. Only a thin pair of red panties remained, soaked through to a dark maroon.
Isaac pulled away, his eyes hungrily tracing their way down her body. He studied her curves in the same way she had admired him, drinking in the hollow of her throat, the way the slight swell of her breasts heaved with her breathing, the mound of her stomach, the soaked through redness of her panties. His gaze felt more intimate than anything else, more than his fingers or his tongue. It was as if he were studying her, searching for her weakest spots.
He didn’t tell her she was beautiful or anything like that. He simply acted. He kissed his way down her belly. Slowly, every kiss planted with purpose, every mark left with care. Quinn whimpered and spread her thighs wide, inviting. Isaac ignored it and Quinn objected with a desperate squeal. But he ignored that too, instead taking his kisses down her inner thighs. He was tender while he teased her, and her pussy throbbed as he got so close. Just a few more inches and his mouth would be right about her clit, swollen and ready.
Isaac hovered there. She could feel his breath through the soaked fabric of her panties, but he didn’t move in. Instead, he came back up to kiss her again, completely ignoring the one spot she most wanted his attention. She tried to shut her thighs, squeeze them together, but he had put his leg in between hers. He was stopping her, standing in the way. She cried out, then moved to put her hand between her legs instead. He stopped that too, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head. Then he took her other arm and held it in place with the other. Her hips thrashed weakly against his restraints, but she remained pinned under him, unable to reach her clit. His strength dwarfed her, rendered her completely at his whim.
“Isaac,” she pleaded, her voice almost a whine. “Isaac. Isaac, please.
”“Say it again,” Isaac said. His voice was strong, and his words hung in the air, plain and bold.. There were no games here, only his control. It was implicit in the way he hung over her, his powerful build casting a deep shadow over her body. But he remained patient. They both knew he could simply do as he wished with her, but he didn’t. He waited, letting her decide to give her body up to him. Quinn loved that feeling, loved giving him her submission. Especially when, like now, it was so blatantly obvious that he could just take it. The dichotomy between power and care was what had brought Quinn to this point in the first place. It was why a puddle had formed in the panties that Isaac cruelly refused to address.
“Please,” Quinn said. She felt a little shiver go down her spine.
“Again.”
“Please.”
“Good girl.” He ran his fingers through her hair with his free hand. His eyes were deep black pools that hid his intent for her, even as his body language betrayed him. Issac leaned in and whispered in her ear. It was a single sentence, one deceptively simple command.“Don’t you dare cum.”
And then he moved down, down her body, his breath tingling on her exposed skin. He kept her arms pinned until he reached her waist, then let her wrists go and used his hands to close her thighs. He slipped two fingers into the waistband of her panties. Quinn instantly began humming with anticipation. She lifted her ass again, and Isaac very slowly peeled her panties away and she spread her legs open again, this time revealing her trimmed pussy. She could feel more clearly how wet she really was now, dripping onto his green sheets. Isaac settled there, between her lush legs, and reached out toward her swollen mound.
He touched her, his fingers dipping into her and using her own juices to glide over her vulva, her clit. Quinn gasped, purring in delight. His hands were nothing like her own. There was a roughness to them, a sturdiness. It was the first time he’d ever touched her like this, but he knew all her spots. He slipped a finger into her and curled it slightly, then used his thumb to roll her clit in small, slick circles. Quinn’s voice caught in her throat. He pulled harder with the finger inside of her, and her voice came forth again as a coo. She felt his fingers moving, swirling, dancing across her. The heat from her swollen folds mingled with the heat of his hands.
“Careful,” Isaac warned. Before she could register the word and its implication, his tongue was on her and that sensation became her existence. He licked in wide, flat strokes, from entrance to clit, making sure to cover every inch. Words lost meaning, she could only vocalise as Issac’s tongue worked magic across her lips and teased the underside of her clit. Her pussy leaked freely onto his tongue, no longer merely dripping her arousal. Issac ate her zealously, not even pausing when she gripped the coils of his hair and clamped her thighs like a vise onto his head. His tongue danced in and on her. He ate her pussy like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever eaten, like her cum would be his last meal.
“F-fuh-,” Quinn couldn’t get the curse out. It collapsed in her throat, turning into a guttural cry of pleasure and desire. Her hips wouldn’t stop moving, trying to grind against Issac’s tongue. He lapped up against her clit obligingly, then wrapped his lips around the pebble and sucked. Quinn’s vision flashed white and she saw stars. It took every ounce of her remaining will to not scream in delight. Her pulse hammered like thunder in her ears. She could feel her clit beating with it. Isaac sucked on her clit with single minded determination. He wasn’t even coming up for air, but his assault never wavered. Quinn couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The only thing that was real was Isaac’s mouth sucking on her clit like he was trying to suck her brain out through it. Her legs began quivering uncontrollably and one of Isaacs’s hands grabbed her ass, using the leverage to pull her clit even deeper into his mouth. The other went up to roll her nipple between his fingers and send jolts down her spine to her clit in his mouth. She could feel it coming, like the way the ocean retreats just before a tsunami destroys the coastline. It loomed above her, ready to drown her.
Don’t you dare cum.
She couldn’t stop the scream this time. It clawed its way up from her throat, leaping into the air. The orgasm shuddered in her, ready but unable to tear through her the way it needed to. She held it back with the last pitiful threads of her will. He hadn’t said she could. She had to hold it. “Cuh- cum,” she choked out, pleading. She could barely form the word, much less the question she so badly needed to ask. Every muscle in her body was tense. Her lower stomach flexed and clenched. She couldn’t breathe anymore. She was there, she was right there. Not even on the edge anymore; she had one foot dangling and was keeping herself from falling off the precipice through sheer desperation. That wouldn’t hold for very long. The edges of her vision grew fuzzy and dark. And still Isaac continued to suck. He was doing it loudly, slurping and drawing her clit into his mouth with focus.“Hm?” Isaac replied. He sucked more, as if he didn’t know. Quinn cried out, no longer able to form coherent sounds. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her fingers gripped Isaac’s scalp like claws and her hips jerked uncontrollably. But she still did not cum. She would not. Not until he said she could. But she couldn’t even form words anymore.
She tried to speak anyway, tried to make the one word she needed come out. Her senses were buzzing so intensely she was almost in pain. It was so much, so strong that she almost wished he would just–The sucking vanished abruptly. Oh no. No, that was even worse; god that was so much worse. Quinn cried out, but it only lasted for a second. “Cum,” Isaac whispered. And then he took her sensitive nub into his mouth again.
The wave crashed into her.
Quinn’s back arched. Isaac’s mouth covered her pussy and she came into it, coating his facial hair with her orgasm. A deep rumbling, whining noise filled the room. Quinn only recognized the sound as herself just as the next wave hit her. Sparks darted across her vision. Her whole body shook, she couldn’t stop it. She hadn’t cum like this in ages; the orgasm tore through her like a natural disaster. It was a flood, a hurricane, a wildfire, a volcano. She’d never cum like this before. She had no sense of time or place until the wave crashed away, leaving her empty and burned raw. Her body still shook, but she felt drained. Almost completely empty. Isaac came into focus above her and she realised he was cradling her in his arms.
“You look so pretty when you cum for me like that,” he said softly. “Do it again.”
**Hope you enjoyed it!**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11c5gz2/quinns_weekend_the_good_part