Fallacy (Apprehensive Duet Book 1) (5 page)

Alex

“SO THAT WAS an interesting night,” I say as we head inside. I was surprised she even invited me back. Tonight was not the best night. I thought it was bad at Ashley and Quinn’s place before we left for dinner and drinks with all the yelling and crying, but the night took an even worse turn when Ashley and Tanner had an even bigger blow-up fight at the bar.

“Tell me about it,” Quinn sighs. “I’ve never seen her like that. Ash is usually pretty laidback, but tonight her claws were out. She laid into me in the bathroom.” I find it odd Ashley and Quinn are even as close as they are. I’ve noticed tonight they’re polar opposites. I don’t know either one of them too well, but being the observant person I am, I pick up on people’s personalities rather quickly. Quinn’s open minded and says whatever she’s thinking, no matter what the topic. Ashley’s shy and reserved.

“I’m sure Tanner will calm her down. If we’re still on for tomorrow, we’ll just apologize again and hopefully it will be enough for her to forgive and forget.” I imagine being on the outs with your best friend, who also happens to be your roommate, has to be uncomfortable. Tanner and I are guys, so we’ve never had a huge falling out. Usually, when guys have a disagreement, it’s settled with a few punches followed by a few beers. Men usually aren’t the type for drama, so shit doesn’t drag on, or at least, that’s how our group of friends is. Then again, most of us work together.

“Yeah,” Quinn says without her usual bravado. Again, I don’t know her too well, but seeing her down isn’t something I like. One of the things I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I realized there was something about her is her “fuck you” attitude to the world. Quinn has this aura about her that screams “I don’t care what you think of me.” She’s a breath of fresh air from the usual type of the women I’m used to encountering. She’s not concerned with trying to do what she thinks people want her to do. She has no filter and isn’t bothered with trying to impress anyone. She’s just herself.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, trying to do the gentlemanly thing by offering an ear to listen.

A smile takes over her face and the sass is back in her voice when she surprises me by saying, “No, I can think of some other things that would be a much more enjoyable way to spend the evening.”

“Oh yeah? And what would those things be?” I reply, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. And my pants.

“Well, first, we should probably lose the clothes,” she says before pulling her top over her head.

“I like these ideas already.” This woman has fucked up my sex life for the past month. I need to get her out of my system tonight. Based on what Tanner has said about her, I probably won’t get a chance to fuck her ever again, so I need to make sure I get the most out of this night. That’s not going to happen if I come in my pants before I even touch her.

“Well, then why are you still fully clothed?” she sasses while kicking off her shoes before slowly sliding her jeans down, revealing one of the most killer set of legs I’ve seen. Long and lean with flawless milky white skin.

I can’t help but lick my lips when she gets her pants completely off and stands before me in a barely-there red lace thong.

“Like what you see, handsome?” Damn, she’s fucking perceptive. Or it's entirely possible I’m drooling right now.

“Damn right I do. I don’t think there’s a man alive, or dead, who wouldn’t enjoy seeing what I see right now,” I say, walking toward her.

A devious smile spreads across her face as she steps closer to me, closing the distance between us, and grips my cock through my pants.

I don’t hesitate to pull my shirt over my head, and Quinn doesn’t wait to start undoing my pants. Two seconds later, I’m standing in her living room in nothing but my boxers. I don’t stop there, though. To even the score, I reach around and unhook her bra. My cock throbs painfully as I slide the red lace down her arms, freeing her perfect tits.

Quinn’s head rolls back, and an extremely hot moan leaves her mouth going straight to my cock as I palm both of her globes in my hands. I knead as I bring my mouth down around her stiff peaks, switching between sides as Quinn slides her hands into my hair. I’m taking the nails digging into my scalp as a sign she likes what I’m doing, so I test the waters and bite down gently.

“Mmm…” she moans, obviously enjoying the sensations, so I give her a little harder bite.

“Fuck,” she hisses. Her hand leaves my hair, and she slides it into her panties. “I’m wet,” she announces while rubbing her clit.

“That’s good because I’m hard as hell right now. All I can think about is sliding my cock between these perfect tits of yours,” I say before filling my mouth with nipple once again.

“What are you waiting for then?” she questions as she drops to her knees. She eases my boxers down my legs. Before I even have them kicked to the side, Quinn has the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat.

“Fuck, angel,” I groan reveling in the wet warmth of her mouth.

“We’re getting there, sugar,” she smiles up at me and then takes me back into her mouth.
Damn, this woman gives some of the best head I’ve ever had.
She doesn’t break stride as she reaches out to the coffee table and pulls open a drawer that houses a bottle of lotion.

Letting my dick fall from her mouth, she flips open the top of the bottle and squeezes a generous amount between her tits. She smears it throughout her cleavage and proceeds by pushing them together.

That’s an invitation if I’ve ever seen one, so I grip my dick in my hand and glide it between her tits. She pushes them further together, so they’re completely encompassing my cock and begins to move them up and down, stroking my dick.

Now it’s my turn to moan as my eyes roll back in pure pleasure.
Fuck, this feels incredible.
I think I may have died and gone to heaven when I feel the warmth of her tongue on the tip of my dick. I open my eyes, look down and see Quinn’s open mouth waiting for my cock to make its way back into her mouth with every stroke.
God damn, that’s fucking hot.
This woman is pure sex.

I run my fingers through her hair and grip, pulling her up, so she’s standing again. “As amazing as that feels, I won’t be coming anywhere before I’m buried in that tight little pussy of yours,” I tell her just before claiming her mouth. I kiss her fiercely, delving my tongue into her mouth, tasting every surface inside.

Picking her up and wrapping her legs around my hips, I carry her to the couch and toss her down on it. I drop to my knees, yank away her panties and throw them over my head. I don’t waste a moment diving into her pussy. I lick her slowly starting at the bottom, dragging my tongue through her entire slit. I flatten my tongue the second run through to make sure I don’t leave a millimeter of her sweet pussy untouched.

“Mmm …” she sighs as she digs her nails back into my scalp.
Fuck if that isn’t the biggest turn on.

I let out a moan of my own, vibrating her pussy as I dip the tip of my tongue inside her dripping hole. I fuck her with my tongue before replacing it with two hooked fingers.

“Yesss …” she cries as her back arches up off the couch.

“Like that, angel?” I ask, pulling back to look at her face as she enjoys the things I’m doing to her body.

“Yes, harder,” she moans. “I’m not going to break.”

Harder, you say?
I push the hand not in her pussy down on her lower abdomen and add a third finger to the mix. I add more force as I finger fuck her until her entire upper body bows off the couch and she’s screaming in ecstasy. I lower my mouth down and circle my tongue around her swollen nub.

“Fuck! I’m going to come,” she squeals at the same time a gush of fluids coats my fingers and tongue.
Fuck me, it doesn’t get any better than a squirter.
I pull my fingers from her pussy and lick the sweet juices off of each and every one of them. I go back for seconds when I clean her pussy with my tongue.

“You might be the hottest fucking woman on the face of the Earth,” I tell her as I sit back on my haunches.

“And to think, we’re just getting started,” she grins as she slides from the couch to the floor. Sitting up on her knees, Quinn straddles me, reaches around to grab my dick, and pushes her snug, wet heat down on me.

“Shit, you feel incredible,” I groan as I grip her hips and hold her in place, not wanting to blow my load like a virgin on prom night.

The sexy little vixen on top of me isn’t having any of that, though. She grinds herself back and forth on me, creating what I’m assuming is enjoyable friction on her clit because she lets out a moan of her own.

I release my grip on her and watch her magnificent tits bounce as she rides my cock. Quinn leans back, placing her hands on the floor while I watch my cock get lost inside of her over and over. I haven’t felt anything this good,
ever.
That’s when I realize it’s because I’m not wearing a condom. I’ve never not worn a condom.

“Shit, Angel. Condom,” I grunt out, still lost in the magic of her pussy.

“I’m clean, and I’m on the shot,” she moans, not breaking the flow. “Don’t stop.”

Struggling to form words, I reply, “I’m clean. I never ride bare.”

“Then we’re good, just pull out,” she tells me, pushing herself back up to look me in the eye. I’m assuming to make sure I’m paying attention to her since we’re having this conversation in the middle of fucking.

Picking her up off of me, I spin her around so she’s bent over the couch. I thrust back into her, my balls slapping her pussy. She begins to spasm around me as I fuck her senseless. The tingling starts in the bottom of my spine, and my balls tighten as my orgasm builds.

“Yes…Yes…Harder, Alex. Fuck me,” she shrieks as I ram into her over and over. Her screams of pleasure fill the space around us, pushing me over the edge. I pull out and wrap my hand around my dick as Quinn spins around with quickness my players don’t even have on the field.

The first burst of my release lands on her cheek. I stroke myself until the last pulses of pleasure leave my body and Quinn’s face and chest are covered in cum.
A pearl fucking necklace.

Yeah, I’m never going to get enough of this woman.
I need to figure out how to get this woman to let me in. I’m not giving her up. Not after feeling her pussy against my bare shaft. I’ve never gotten so wrapped up in a woman I forgot to put a condom on before. I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have happened with anyone but Quinn.

Quinn

“OH NO. THAT’S your ‘I want to kill someone slowly’ face,” Blair, one of our accountants, says as she knocks on the door of my office.

Blair is one of the only people I have a more than casual friendship with within the company. We’ve worked together since I officially started at Daddy’s company after graduation. She’s also one of the only people who knows how much I dislike my father. “I do want to kill someone—my boss. What are you still doing here at eight o’clock?”

“End of the month. Got to make sure all the reports line up and everything’s kosher,” she explains as she makes herself comfy on the red leather sofa in the corner of my office.

“Make yourself at home,” I joke as she settles in, putting her feet up.

“I will,” she laughs. “. How do you get any work done with this thing in here? I’d want to lie down and nap all the time if this was calling my name from across the room.”

“The only down time I ever got on that couch was while doing after hours work for my MBA,” I remind her. “It’s not like I get any down time while I’m here. My father is too busy riding my ass for me to have time to nap.” My irritation’s coming back. Blair gave me a momentary distraction, but now it’s gone. I was almost through the stack of proposals he asked me to re-read when she knocked.

“What’s he got you doing now?” she asks, getting up to close the door. She knows the drill. Any bitching parties happen behind closed doors. In this business, people use whatever they can to get a leg up on anyone so they can climb the corporate ladder.

I pick up the stack of papers on my desk and wave them in the air. “He’s got me combing through a pile of duds. He knows damn well there’s nothing worth investing in in this pile of shit because I’ve already told him as much, but it’s his form of punishment. Joke’s on him though since he’s the one paying me to do menial work.”

I hate working for my father. Seriously loathe it! When I was a teenager and I found out what a total scumbag the man is, I tried to do anything I could just to spite him. I went to an average college instead of an Ivy League one as he wanted me too. He tried to deter me by refusing to pay for my education. His plan backfired when I got a full academic scholarship. I pissed him off even more when I decided to major in art history instead of finance.

Scrunching her face in disgust, she says, “Ugh, nothing is worse than busy work. If you’ve already gone through them, why are you bothering to do it again? If you know there’s nothing in there, just tell him you’ve re-checked them, and there’s still nothing in there.”

“You’d think I could since I know there’s nothing in here, but I’m sure there’s a trap of some kind. A trap to prove whether or not I actually read them a second time.” My father may be an asshole, but he’s not stupid. I know there’s something in here he can’t wait to throw in my face if I don’t find it.