He'd been with his brothers when he got Em's text. He basically fell out of his chair, trying to move too fast. He couldn't really remember what he said to his brothers. They laughed at him. He didn't have time to explain it to them. She'd asked him to come over. She almost never texted him first, and he'd assumed that she would be furious after last night. He'd sought out his brothers so he wouldn't spend the night wallowing in an overpriced bar. He left Marco's place that morning feeling like shit, so shit he thought about calling Darius to go out. But Darius would ask why he felt like shit and then he would either have to lie or explain himself and Darius always knew when he was lying. So he went home and convinced his brothers to spend the day watching shitty movies with him. Which meant he spent the day ignoring shitty movies and thinking about Em.
He was in his car before he even bothered to think about what she might want. He found, alarmingly, that he didn't care. It was entirely possible she was calling him over to permanently end their relationship and yet all he wanted at this moment was to see her. To know she was okay. Marco hadn't explained anything to him this morning. Quentin hadn't really expected him to. He seemed like the loyal type. If he wanted to understand this, he had to talk to Em, and so he drove.
By the time he arrived at her apartment he was shaking. He couldn't keep anything straight in his head. All he knew was that he had to see her. He ran up the concrete stairwell to her floor, and nearly fell before finally making it to her door. Then he knocked.
She opened right away. Em was standing there in a pair of tight denim shorts and a tank top, her hair tied back into a bun with strands falling out. She was beautiful. She must have been freezing. Quentin stepped in and closed the door behind him.
"It's cold outside." He said.
"I noticed." Em rolled her eyes, but smiled, and a little bit of the tension in his chest left. She didn't seem mad at him. She wasn't going to break up with him. Not that she could break up with him, since they weren't together… He was getting ahead of himself. "I was hoping you'd warm me up." She went up on her tippy toes so she could wrap her arms around his neck. Instinctually, he put his arms around her waist. Em was confident and strong, but after the way he'd seen her last night, she just seemed… small. Fragile. He was scared to hold her too tight, as if she might break. And yet, she felt so right in his arms, just as she always had, from the very first night. She pulled him closer and he went willingly, melting into the kiss. He moved his hands down, over her ass to her thighs, and pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he carried her towards the bed. When he got there, he realized he didn't want to put her down. He didn't want to let her go. Instead of laying her down like he usually did, he turned around and sat, keeping Em in his lap. She smiled into their kiss.
"I see what you want." She laughed, and rubbed a hand against his cock, which was already aching. He couldn't stop his stomach from tensing, reacting to her touch. She tried to climb off him, leaning down towards his cock like she wanted to blow him. Quentin pulled her closer to his chest, stopping her motion. He didn't press a kiss to her neck or reach a hand up her shirt. He just held her. It only lasted for a moment before she pushed forward, sending him backwards onto the bed. She crawled over him and cozied up to her pillows, then pulled her shirt off.
Quentin surged forward, gripping her waist and burying his face in her breasts. She was so soft here, and sensitive. He pressed kisses against her sternum, working his way down to her waist, and she gasped, burning her hands in his hair. Her legs fell open and he settled himself between them. He wondered how long he could stay like this before she would push them forward. These were the only times he got to treat her with the reverence she deserved. He used his hands and lips solely for her pleasure. He could have stayed here for hours, mapping out every inch of her skin, finding every tender place he could use to ravish her.
He moved up to kiss her neck, just under her ear, and wrapped his arms around her waist. With one hand, he unclipped her bra and cast it aside, revealing her breasts in all their splendor. He groaned when he saw them, unable to contain his lust. He dove down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, pinching the other one with his fingers. Em gasped, and then she laughed, a sound of pure delight. Quentin wanted to record that sound and play it over and over, use it like a lullaby and an alarm. He desperately wanted to hear it again. He wanted to cause it again. He ran his tongue over her areola, and she laughed again. Then she grabbed his cheek and made him face her.
"I know you like to tease, baby, but if you don't move to the main event soon I'm going to have a problem." She was using a stern tone but there was light dancing in her eyes, radiance. He pushed forward and kissed her, hard, and tucked his fingers into her waistband. He swiftly undid the button and pulled her shorts and panties down all at once. He ran a finger across her cunt, finding it dripping wet, and unable to resist the temptation he thrust that finger in. She gasped, arching her back and pushing against his finger, begging for more. Quentin didn't have it in him to resist her. He leaned back and unbuttoned his shirt, letting his covered cock brush against her body. It was embarrassing how hard he was, how quickly he became desperate for her. After a moment he unbuttoned his pants too, and put one arm down next to her head so he could take them off. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, nipping at his lower lip. He lowered himself to her, covering her with his body. It really was cold outside.
She kept kissing him, and he couldn't bring himself to back away from it. He pushed two fingers between her folds. His head spun at how wet she was, how much she desired him. It was in moments like these that he really believed she may want him the way he wanted her. In this, they were equals. He knew she didn't like to waste time so he only fingered her a few times, making sure she could take him comfortably, before lining up his cock and pushing in. She moaned, her head falling backward. He stayed there for a moment, just appreciating her warmth, and then he started to move. She dug her nails into his back, holding on for dear life while he pounded her.
"Fuck, you're so big." She gasped, biting down on his ear. Quentin had heard that many times but never felt any pride from it until now. His body was the perfect instrument of her pleasure, the thing that kept her coming back for more. It was only in these moments that he felt any sort of desperation from her, and he treasured it. He cherished this time where she belonged to him as much as he belonged to her.
She cried out and her body seized, her fingernails digging deep into his shoulders. Beads of sweat slid down her face as she recovered from the orgasm he had ripped from her. Her body relaxed, but Quentin wasn't done with her yet. He lifted himself up and flipped her over, putting Em on her stomach. Then he moved backwards and lifted her ass in the air. She groaned, easily giving in to his manhandling. He found her pussy and thrust into it again, and she gasped, nearly choking on the force of it. He gripped her waist hard enough to leave bruises and railed her, not giving her a moment to rest. He felt his own orgasm approaching, but was determined to make her cum again before he finished.
"Quentin… I can't…" She choked out. That was simply unacceptable. Quentin reached a hand around her throat and pulled her towards him.
"You can. You love this, don't you? Such a little slut." He nearly whispered it, and she laughed, rising to his challenge. He gripped one of her breasts with his other hand and squeezed. She moaned, and Quentin knew she was close to completion. He tightened his grip on her and thrust even harder, putting everything he had into the moment. He felt his own pleasure break at the same moment she cried out. She went limp in his arms and he laid her down on the bed, collapsing next to her. He was known for his remarkable stamina but he was exhausted. He'd never fucked anyone this hard in his life. He'd also never bothered to enjoy the afterglow, the quiet moments after sex when you could be with someone without any expectations at all. He was appreciating that very silence when she broke it with a sharp laugh.
"God, I am so fucked."