Justice for Corrie (Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Book 3) (12 page)

Her breasts were perfect. They weren’t small, but they weren’t huge either. He could fit them in the palms of his hands easily. Her stomach was softly rounded and she had small love handles. Quint couldn’t resist her, not that he had to hold himself back anymore. He’d seen glimpses of her before when they’d made out on her couch, but he’d never seen her like this. Naked, straddling his body, and all his.

He ran his hand over her breast and down to her stomach. Quint played with her belly button for a moment before moving his hand. He gripped her side, squeezing her skin until she shifted in his grasp.

“You are so soft. God, Corrie. You’re amazing.”

She didn’t answer, but scooted back on his legs, breaking his hold on her and bringing her hands to his hips to explore. Quint drew in a quick breath as one hand cupped his balls and the other grasped his erection just under the head.

“You like that.”

“Yeah.”

Corrie didn’t say more, simply continued running her hands over him. She learned his shape and texture. She used her fingertip to trace the head of his cock, smearing his pre-cum over him and massaging it into his skin.

Finally she spoke again. “Does it hurt?”

“Does what hurt?”

“This.” She squeezed him lightly. “I can feel the veins sticking out and throbbing. It feels like it should hurt. Your balls are tight, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything like it before.”

Quint didn’t like being compared to anyone else, but ignored that for the time being. He ran his hand over her head, not offended in the least that she seemed to be staring off into the room. It didn’t matter if her head was tilted down toward his cock or up at his face, she couldn’t see him, at least not with her eyes. She was doing all the “seeing” she needed to with her hands at the moment, and it felt fucking awesome.

“It doesn’t hurt…exactly. It’s painful in a way because I’m so turned on, but it’s a good hurt. I know that I’ll soon be buried inside your hot, wet body and that it’ll feel so damn good…it’s worth any hurt I’m going through right now.”

Without a word, Corrie leaned down and licked the head of his dick. He groaned when she squeezed him and did it again.

Corrie’s head came up and looked to where his face should be. “I want you.”

Her words gave him the push he needed to take control. “Lay back.” As good as her mouth felt against him, he knew he’d never last if he let her continue. There’d be time for that later…hopefully. If she wanted to.

She did as he asked and Quint pulled the sheet down until no part of her body was obstructed. He put one hand on her belly so she’d know he was there. He looked down at his tan hand against the pale skin of her stomach. It was so erotic, Quint knew if she touched him now, he’d explode.

As he looked at her, she stretched and arched her back. She put her hands up over her head and Quint swore she looked just like the pictures of Marilyn Monroe he used to drool over when he was young.

“Is it like you imagined?” Her voice was husky and sultry and slightly teasing.

“No.” Quint clipped the word out without thinking. It wasn’t until he saw Corrie frown and start to put her hands down that he realized what he’d said. He put his hands on her wrists and forced them back up over her head and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “It’s so much fucking better, I’m about a second away from coming all over your pretty tits. Keep your hands there. Don’t move. If you touch me, I’ll lose it, and I have a lot I want to do before that happens.”

The smile crept back over Corrie’s face and Quint relaxed. He never in a million years wanted her to feel awkward in his bed…or anywhere for that matter. Quint eased down her body, licking here, nipping there, until he reached his final destination. He sat on his haunches between her legs. “Open wider for me, sweetheart.” She did and Quint could feel his mouth watering. Oh fuck yeah.

Her folds were pink and glistening with her arousal. He eased down until he was on his belly between her legs. He put one hand under her ass and lifted her up. The other hand he used to spread her open for him.

“I hope you’re comfortable, Corrie, because I have a feeling I’ll be down here for a while.” Quint smiled at the moan that escaped her mouth, but he didn’t look away from his prize. He licked once, from bottom to top, paying attention to her clit when he reached the summit of her folds. As she jerked in his grasp he murmured more to himself than Corrie, “Oh yeah, a good long while.”

C
orrie held
her breath as she felt Quint’s tongue on her. Holy cripes, his touch was perfect. She desperately wanted to put her hands on his head, but she kept them where they were. She’d had a couple of men go down on her before, but it had been more of a “let’s get this done so we can get to the good part” kind of thing.

But with Quint, he made
this
feel like the good part. He made it seem as if he truly was enjoying what he was doing. Corrie could hear his low moans and the sounds he made in the back of this throat. His grip on her butt was strong and every now and then his fingers flexed against her. She could feel his shoulders rub against her inner thighs as he concentrated on giving her pleasure. Corrie heard the sound of licking and the sound of her juices against his fingers as he used them to stroke inside her. It should’ve embarrassed her, but right now, it turned her on more.

Everything about what he was doing was hot as hell…and that was without being able to actually see it. She could only imagine what she looked like through Quint’s eyes as he was up close and personal with her womanly bits. Corrie blushed, hoping Quint would be too busy to notice.

Quint loved Corrie’s taste. If asked, he wouldn’t be able to describe what she tasted like, but it was arousing as anything he’d ever experienced in his life. He moved his hips against the bed as he continued to lick and suck at Corrie’s folds. He was so hard he knew the second he got inside her he’d lose all control.

He eased two fingers into her hot sheath and concentrated his attention on her clit. Quint could feel Corrie shaking as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. He rubbed against her inner walls, trying to find her G-spot. When she jumped in his arms as he felt a small spongy spot inside her, he knew he’d found it.

“That’s it, come for me, Corrie. Come all over my fingers. I want to feel it.” He lowered his head and threw her over the edge with his dual assault on her bundles of nerves.

Quint struggled to keep his mouth on her clit as Corrie bucked in his hold. He smiled and his eyes stayed glued to her face as she thrashed in his arms. She moaned and he could feel her hands in his hair. He mentally smirked, realizing in the throes of passion she couldn’t keep them above her head as he’d asked. Just as she was coming down, he used his fingers, which were still inside her, to stroke hard against the weeping walls of her sex one more time.

He lifted his head and watched as she shook uncontrollably in his arms once more. He’d seen other women come apart, but this was different. She wasn’t moaning and carrying on. In fact, she wasn’t really making much noise at all, other than a slight purr here and there. Her reactions to his ministrations were genuine and honest and somehow a hundred times sexier than anyone he’d ever been with. Corrie seemed to feel her orgasm from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. It was fucking awesome.

Quint pulled his fingers out of her body slowly, even as she continued to jerk and pump her hips into the air, appreciating how her body gripped him tightly, trying to prevent him from leaving her. He sucked his come-covered digits into his mouth, enjoying her strong musky taste. He pulled himself onto all fours and crawled up Corrie’s body until he was hovering over her.

Her arms were lying limp at her sides and the cutest smile was on her lips. She looked completely sated and absolutely undone.

“Hey. You okay?”

“Shhhhhh.”

Quint grinned. He didn’t say anything, but leaned down and began kissing her neck. He nipped her collarbone and worked his way up to her ear. He took the lobe in his mouth and tongued it, then bit down gently.

Corrie moaned under him and finally moved her hands, bringing them up to his sides to grip him tightly. “Not fair,” she mock complained even as she tilted her head to give him more access to her sensitive neck and ears.

“Don’t mind me, sweetheart. Just lie there and ignore me.”

“I couldn’t ignore you if I tried.”

Quint smiled again. She was so much fun. He’d never smiled this much while in bed with a woman before. In the past he’d been all about getting them off, then getting off himself. He’d never wanted to play and tease. He’d never known what he was missing.

“I want you, Corrie.” Quint’s words were serious now. He pulled away and looked down into Corrie’s face. She looked up. Her bright blue prosthetic eyes gazed where she calculated he was. Quint swore they could see right into his soul somehow.

“I want you too, Quint. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up.”

“God.” Quint gritted his teeth as his cock flexed against Corrie’s stomach. He leaned over to the drawer next to his bed and pulled out the brand new box of condoms. He’d bought it last week in the hopes he’d get Corrie in his bed at some point. At the time he hadn’t cared if that was months or days…although he was hoping for closer to the day timetable.

He tore at the box, cursing himself for not having the foresight to open it before now. In his rush to get it open, the condoms went flying everywhere as he jerked the cardboard top. Corrie threw her head back and laughed as she obviously felt the vinyl packets land on her body and around them.

She grabbed one that had alighted on her breast and held it up. “Looking for one of these?”

Quint leaned down and kissed Corrie hard and fast before taking the condom from her grasp. “Yeah, thanks.”

He ripped open the foil, ignoring the other condoms now strewn over his bed, and leaned up on his knees to roll it down his eager cock. Quint inhaled as Corrie’s hands knocked his away and finished the job.

Breathing through his arousal, he clenched his teeth and asked, “How’d you get so good at that?”

“Not how you might think,” Corrie quipped as she pinched the tip of the condom and ever so slowly slid it down his cock.

“I didn’t mean…sweet Jesus, woman…I meant…”

Quint’s voice trailed off and Corrie answered what he was so badly trying to ask. “Hey, I might not be able to see, but I practiced right along with the rest of my health class in high school when it came to putting one of these babies on a banana.”

“Did that really happen?”

“Yup. Can’t imagine parents would allow it in the public schools today, but it was extremely enlightening for me and my friends. All done.” She caressed his now-covered erection and tugged, encouraging him to finish what he’d started.

Trying to ignore how good her hands felt on him so he wouldn’t go off before he’d even gotten inside her, Quint leaned back over her. “Hold on to my arms, sweetheart. This is gonna be hard and fast. I’m sorry. Next time I’ll make it better for you.”

“If this was any better, I’d be dead. I want you. I want to feel you inside me. Take me, Quint. Do it.”

He waited until her hands gripped his upper arms before bracing himself on one hand by her head. Then he reached down and grabbed hold of the base of his dick with his other hand. He felt Corrie spread her legs even farther apart to give him room. He ran the head of his cock over her clit once, twice, then eased lower and pushed in. Quint groaned as he slowly drove himself into her hot, wet folds.

“Shit, Corrie. Jesus, you feel good.”

Quint’s hand came back up next to her shoulder on the bed to support himself as he pushed inside her warm body as far as he could go. He felt Corrie’s knees bend and her legs wrap around his hips. She crossed her feet at the ankles and squeezed him. She tilted her hips and Quint swore he sank in another inch.

“God,” Quint pulled out to the tip, then pushed in again slowly, “you feel,” again he pulled out, then pushed in, “so fucking good.”

Quint stopped talking; he couldn’t get any other words out. His thrusts sped up as he powered in and out of Corrie. She felt like heaven.

“I can’t…shit…hold on, sweetheart. Let me know if I’m hurting you…okay?”

Corrie groaned and pulled him closer. Quint fell onto his elbows over her.

“You’re not hurting me. Do it. Please.” Her voice was soft and breathy next to his ear. He felt her warm inhalations as she panted against his neck.

Quint let go of his restraint and pounded into Corrie as if his life depended on it. Amazingly, he felt her quake under him just as he lost control. He’d lasted longer than he thought he would…but only about two strokes longer. He held himself inside Corrie as he threw his head back and groaned.

Not able to hold himself up anymore, Quint eased down and to Corrie’s side, making sure to keep one of her legs over his hip so his length stayed inside her for as long as possible. They lay there, both breathing hard, Corrie snuggled into his chest as Quint tried to catch his breath.

“Holy shit, woman.”

Corrie giggled in his ear and Quint thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

They held each other for a few minutes, enjoying the aftermath of their orgasms. Finally, Quint pulled away reluctantly. “I have to take care of this condom, don’t move.”

Her leg eased off of him and Quint reached down and held on to the latex as he slipped out of her warm body, secretly loving the disappointed groan that came from Corrie’s mouth. He leaned over, kissed her on the lips and whispered, “I’ll be right back.”

Corrie rolled to her back and smiled up in his general direction as she nodded. Quint went into the bathroom and took care of the condom. He turned on the water until it ran warm, and then wet a washcloth. He walked back into his bedroom and stopped, once more enjoying the sight of Corrie on his bed, naked. She’d turned on her side and was facing his direction. She had one arm under the pillow under her head, and the other was draped over her waist. Her legs were bent and she looked like a pinup model. Quint thanked his lucky stars she was all his.

He walked over to his bed and sat on the side. “Roll over on your back, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“I have a washcloth, I want to clean you up.”

Corrie blushed and held out her hand. “I can do it.”

“I want to.” Quint held the wet towel out of her reach. “Please.”

Without a word, Corrie rolled over, but kept her head turned toward the ceiling.

“You can’t be embarrassed about this.” Quint made small talk as he went about the extremely pleasant task of soothing her well-used folds and cleaning away the evidence of her arousal.

“I am.”

Quint chuckled and finished what he was doing. “I enjoy it. I like making sure you’re comfortable and have what you need.”

She didn’t say anything and Quint let it go. She’d get used to him. He hoped.

He didn’t bother taking the washcloth back to the bathroom. He just dumped it on the floor by the bed, making a mental note to pick it up right when he got out of bed in the morning so Corrie didn’t step on it. He couldn’t imagine how gross it would be to step on a cold wet towel first thing in the morning.

Quint did his best to brush the condoms that had been scattered across the bed in their hurry off the mattress and then snuggled back into bed and pulled up the sheet, then the comforter. Something in his chest squeezed when Corrie didn’t hesitate, but wrapped herself around him without a word. He felt her hand on his chest, tapping.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m writing in Braille with my fingertip.”

Quint concentrated on what she was “writing.” He smiled widely when he recognized the letters. He buried his face in her neck, crushing her fingers between them. “I like you too, sweetheart.”

C
orrie rolled over and groaned
. She was deliciously sore. It’d been a while since she’d had sex, and Quint wasn’t a small man…anywhere.

She blinked—then stilled at the almost painful sensation. Crud. Every month she had to remove her prosthetics and give them a thorough cleaning. She hadn’t done it this month yet, and with the pain she was feeling, it was obvious she’d put it off too long. She really didn’t want to do it in front of Quint, but they were supposed to spend the day together getting his kitchen set up for her, so she wouldn’t be able to avoid it. Her eyes really felt crusty and she knew it had to be done.

Corrie remembered when she’d put off the deep cleaning before. She’d gotten a terrible infection and had received a long lecture by her doctors. But she was embarrassed to take her eyes out in front of Quint. She’d once asked Emily what she looked like without them and her friend had been honest and told her it was a bit creepy looking. Emily had laughed and told her she looked like a character from a horror movie with the two blank holes where her eyes should’ve been. The last thing Corrie wanted was to look creepy in front of Quint, especially after the delicious night they’d had. They were still getting to know each other and she didn’t want to look like a horror-show zombie in front of him.

Her prosthetics had to sit in the cleansing fluid for at least two hours, and really should be in there longer to give them the deep cleanse they needed. Shoot, Corrie knew she should’ve done it last night. They would’ve been done and ready to go by now if she had.

“What’s wrong?” Quint’s voice was sleepy by her ear.

“Nothing, go back to sleep.” Corrie gave it a shot. She still felt Quint’s head come off the pillow behind her where he’d been spooning her.

“I’m not tired. What’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts about us?”

“No. Jeez, why do you have to be so observant?” Corrie complained a little petulantly.

“Because. Corrie, if it’s not us, then what. Is. Wrong?”

He enunciated each word clearly. She could tell he was both irritated and worried by the tense way he held her in his arms.

It wasn’t a big deal. Right? If she was going to be with him, she’d have to tell him sooner or later. “Ihavetocleanmyprosthetics.”

“Okay…and?”

Darn. “And I have to take them out in order to do it.”

“Yeah…” He drew the word out, beginning to sound confused as well as annoyed now.

Corrie turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest. He smelled so good, like him…and sex. It comforted her. “It’s gross. I don’t want you to see me without my eyes in.”

She felt Quint pulling away. She sighed. She pulled back and looked up to where his face would be. She felt his hands on the side of her head, holding her still.