His Little Sunshine by Della Cain

Chapter Fifteen

Brad

“Thank you for…I’m not sure what exactly.” I pulled Quinn’s shirt up and over his head. “But tonight…like when Declan ordered dinner and you put your hand on my knee? That grounded me. You know. Like it made it okay for me to order what I wanted and not feel pressured. I don’t even know if you did that on purpose or if it was natural, but thanks.”

Both of his hands came up to my cheeks, and he pressed his forehead against mine. “Oh, Sunshine.”

“Is that a good ‘Oh, Sunshine,’ or a you’re babbling again and maybe you should just get naked already ‘Oh, Sunshine?’”

“I’ll always be happy every time you tell me exactly how you’re feeling.” He kissed me sweetly. “And the, ‘Oh, Sunshine,’ was me being filled with emotion and your words. I wanted to be there and to ground you. There’s nothing I could do to accomplish that if you didn’t want to let me in. But you did.”

“I feel safe with you.” He rubbed his nose against mine playfully. “Like you’re the one person I can just be me with and, I don’t know. Declan doesn’t judge me. But it’s different with him. Like I have this me for public and work and stuff, the me that’s task-oriented and makes shit happen. But with you…”

“With me, you don’t need to pretend,” I offered.

“Yeah. That. And in some ways, this all feels so sudden. Like maybe I’m rushing things, but also part of me is kicking myself for not seeing it sooner.” He stepped out of my touch. “You have too many clothes on.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

He had his shirt off so fast, I didn’t have time to enjoy the show.

“And for the record, Sunshine, I feel the same as you.” He scooped me up and into his arms, carrying me the short distance to my bed. “Do you have supplies, or are we getting creative?”

I found it odd that he hadn’t brought condoms and just looked at him for a bit, trying to decipher what it meant.

“Where are you going?” He bopped my nose.

“You didn’t bring condoms.” I fell back on the bed. “I mean, it’s both of our job, and I do have some, but why didn’t you bring any?”

He lay down beside me, our legs hanging off the edge of the bed. “Promise not to laugh?”

I faced him. “Okay?”

“Liam, you met him, works at Frank’s.” I’d known Declan’s uncle’s ranch manager for longer than I’d known Quinn.

“Yeah?”

“Well, he was over helping with a tractor that got stuck…don’t ask…and he was going on a date, and I gave him the ‘be careful,’ talk and one thing led to another, and I gave him my box of condoms.”

Out of all the scenarios that played out in my head, that had not been one of them.

He went on. “Asking Holden to stop along the way felt like an invasion of your privacy.”

I climbed off the bed and reached into my nightstand. I dug the condoms and lube out of the drawer and tossed them on the bed. “I thought maybe it was ’cause you didn’t… I was being all self-conscious. Sorry.”

I straddled him.

“And what did I say about apologizing for taking the time you need? Because that’s what that was.” He placed both his hands on my chest. “You were taking the time to figure out what you needed and, like my brave Sunshine, you let me know what was on your mind.”

“And now you know what’s on mine.” I tilted my head to the supplies. “I bought those just for us although, maybe if things work out, we can discuss other options.”

“You’re too far away.” He slid his hands around and behind me, pulling me to him for a kiss, one that left me breathless and painfully hard.

“You keep doing that and I’m going to explode in my pants before they even get unbuttoned.”

“We’d better get them off you, then.” He rolled us around until I was on my back and pushed himself up and off the bed and went to work on my jeans.

Naked, I moved to the pillows, my eyes not leaving him as he took off his own clothes. There was something so satisfying and sexy about seeing his cock spring out fully erect as he dropped his boxer briefs to the floor. I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

“You’re so far away.” I held out my open arms, and he climbed right in, our erect cocks pressed together, as he lowered his weight onto me. There was something so raw yet tender about that feeling. If only I could bottle it.

“Is this better?”

“Still far away.” I rubbed my cheek against his. “Better come closer.”

His lips crashed into mine, all of the teasing playfulness gone, replaced by passion that warmed me from the inside.

At first he held my face, but, as the kiss deepened, his hands wandered, exploring my body as his mouth explored mine.

I ran my fingers through his hair, my hips grinding my lower half against his. As if he sensed I needed more, his lips left mine and started a path down my body, paying extra close attention to the spot right below my ear that just always did it for me, and then again as he reached my nipples, teasing one with his teeth as he tweaked the other with his fingertips.

Quinn reached for the lube, still nibbling at my nipple and, by some feat of dexterity I failed to comprehend, he had his fingers slick and playing with my hole as he moved to my other nipple.

“Yes,” I cried out. “Open me up. Get me ready for you.” I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.

He blew his breath onto my erect nipple, sending shivers down my spine and, as he breached my entrance slowly…too slowly, I bucked beneath him, trying to encourage him to go faster…deeper.

“Patience, Sunshine. Patience.”

I. Had. None.

“But I need you inside me,” I pleaded.

“And I need you to not feel this all day tomorrow.” He smacked a kiss on my belly. “We have things to do.”

The entire time he kept increasing his speed and his depth.

“I can think of nothing other than staying naked in bed with you.” It was a solid plan. One I could really get behind.

I had more to say, or maybe I didn’t. I wasn’t sure. He added a second finger to the mix, and all thoughts flew from my head. Two fingers became three, and, when he removed them, I let out a whimper of relief. As much as I didn’t want them gone, I wanted to be filled with more.

The ripping of the foil of the condom officially became my favorite sound. I watched as he slid the condom down his length. “I can’t wait to be inside you. How would you like to be?”

No one had ever asked that before. Not. One. Person.

I rolled onto my side and climbed off the bed. “Like this?” I bent over, my feet shoulder width apart on the floor. I stuffed a pillow under me and pressed my body against the mattress. “I can—”

“Gods, you’re perfect.” He climbed off the bed and got behind me, fingering me a bit more and then lining himself up with my hole and sliding in slowly, hands gripping my hips tightly. “Let me know when you’re good.”

I looked over my shoulder, loving the way his face lit up with amusement as I called behind me, “I won’t be good until you fuck me already.”

“As my Sunshine wishes.” He started to move, slowly at first. I tried to take over, to push back onto his length, but he held me firm, and some growing part of me hoped he’d leave marks, allowing me to see he’d been there long after he’d gone home.

I closed my eyes, enjoying his grip that stilled my movements when he penetrated me. I pictured him thrusting in while I stretched to accommodate his huge length. And, each time his cock was fully sheathed—his long, thick cock—it felt like home. Every inch of it, deep in me, bringing me pleasure as heat radiated from every pore.

When his length was buried inside, I wanted him to stay, and then he pulled out slightly, ready to possess me again, and I missed him until he thrust back in.

“So good,” I mumbled, the only words I could form as a ragged breath threatened to choke me.

“Sunshine,” he panted, “you were made for me. So tight.”

Those words were a hug, wrapping around me and keeping me safe while bringing me pleasure. He pulled out a little, so only the tip remained, and paused. He was too far away, and I needed him.

I peered back. His eyes, clouded with lust, gazed at his length but then flicked toward me, while his face was creased in a smile I could only describe as angelic. And then he possessed me again, by sliding his gloriously thick dick inside.

“Mmmm. More please.” I didn’t have the words to describe the emotion clawing at my insides or the knot of anticipation deep in my belly.

“I aim to please,” he panted and quickened his pace.

His fingernails dug into my skin as a trickle of sweat dribbled down my spine. He removed one hand from my hip and caught the droplets while others escaped. My own length, pressed against the bed, was dripping while Quinn slammed into me.

With my heart pounding against my chest wall, and each thrust from Quinn making me purr, I blinked sweat from my eyes as my fingers twisted around the bed covers. He’d unleashed something I’d kept hidden, the real me. The one who wanted to be loved and looked after.

My body was awash in a torrent of sweat while the air, laced with the aroma of sex, had my head spinning as I struggled to breathe. My body quivered as Quinn’s cock pounded me, and, without his hands anchoring me in place, I would have slid downward.

“Do you feel me, Sunshine?”

I could barely speak and croaked out, “Yes. All of you.”

My own dick was so painfully hard, it needed to be pumped, but my energy was sapped, my body sagging against the mattress. A familiar dull ache was building in my belly, and there was no way to stop it, not that I wanted to.

“I’m going…touch me…make me come.”

His front pressed against my back, his hand working its way under us and around my cock. It only took two jerks until I was shooting out my cum and calling out, “Daddy.” I hadn’t meant to say it. I hadn’t thought about it at all, but out it came.

He stilled and, at first, I thought I messed things up by my exclamation but quickly realized he was filling the condom, his orgasm racing through him. “So fucking perfect.” He kissed my shoulder and righted himself, pulling out of me.

“I’ll be right back.” He padded to the bathroom, and I stood up. The sound of the shower running surprised me. I’d assumed it would be like that night at his place where he came back in with a cloth and cleaned us up, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I was fine with him taking a shower, of course. It was just unexpected.

I opened my side table drawer and took out the package of disinfectant wipes and cleaned up the epic mess I’d made on the floor. You’d have thought three orgasms in for the day, I’d have depleted my store, but nope.

“I got that.” Quinn. Dear, sweet Quinn. In his hands, he had the wipes I stored under the bathroom sink. “I didn’t know if you had any out here.”

“I keep a package in the drawer.” I shrugged. “You can take your shower.”

He squatted beside me. “Let me finish this, and you can get ready for your shower. I want to pamper you and wash your hair and get you all ready for an amazing night’s sleep.” He kissed my cheek. “I’ll be there in a second.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that.

He followed me into the small room about a minute later, and pampering had been an understatement. I was treated like royalty and, as I nestled into his arms, ready to fall asleep, I half expected to wake up and find out it was all a dream.

It wasn’t a dream. Had it been, I wouldn’t have had to say goodbye to him Sunday afternoon.

Why did he have to live so far away?