You Won't Feel A Thing

•Chapter 17•

Quinn

After unloading things from the truck, we each took turns showering and changing into clean clothes. Talia decided she would take the air mattress and sleep upstairs in one of the guest rooms. Shaun took the couch and had Jolly to snuggle with. The only thing left available was a queen size bed in the downstairs bedroom just down the hall from the living room. "I can sleep on the floor," I muttered aloud. Celly stopped fixing the bed and turned to face me. His hair was still a little damp from the shower and not properly dried. He pushed the damp strands of hair from his face. "We've shared a bed before; we can share one again. It's not a big deal."

I fiddled with the string of the oversized hoodie. "It is a big deal to me." Celly straightened himself. His blue eyes stared me down. "And why is it a big deal?" I pulled the hood over my head; the fabric slightly jolted the messy bun on-top. "Things are ...different now," I softly muttered. I couldn't help but stare as his muscles flexed under the skin tight shirt. It was as if the shirt was a second skin. I could see every indention and every curve of his body. I watched as his strong, hands clenched and unclenched by his sides. I want him to caress me with those strong calloused hands.

"Quinn?" Celly continued to stare at me. "Yes?" I asked. I was so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't heard him. "What's different?" he asked. My eyes trailed down from his hand, his shirt lifted just a tiny bit given me a little peek at his V-line. I choked on my own spit. "You alright?" he asked. I forced my eyes back up to his face, I didn't dare try to look any further than I should. "Yes, I'm alright." I was most definitely not alright. "I'm different .... it's not the same as before when I was ...normal." Normal and not so horny.

"So?" Celly stated. His bulky arms crossed the front of his massive chest. I could see his dark blue eyes glisten as the moonlight from the window hit them. I cocked my head. "I'm not exactly....me ...you know", I motioned to my body. "I don't care." I blinked. He doesn't care? He slowly walked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. He stopped a few inches from me, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I couldn't help but lower my eyes once more down his body.

"A little peak wouldn't hurt", I whispered to myself. I traced my fingers along his fit body, pulling down his grey sweats. His V- line was prominent. It made me feel things I hadn't felt in a while. Something within me stirred as I could feel the carnal urge to get closer. It was as if his body wanted me to look at him, to touch him. I brushed his sweats further down letting his manhood spring above them. His massive hands continued to clench and unclench as if unsure he should reach out and touch me. His eyes were tightly closed shut. I could tell he was fighting his self-control. Lose control. Lose control.

I wanted to be touched by him, to feel his fingertips brush softly down my spine and grip my hips tightly. I wanted so much. I wanted him. I couldn't fight this primal urge; it was something I really wanted. I glanced down at where my hand dared not to move and bit my bottom lip. "Sweet Jesus..." He was bigger than I imagined. Stiffer. I had thought about it before, but to actually see it, Oh boy. My body vibrated as the thought of us entered my mind. "Quinn?" Celly's eyes opened and were staring at me watching him. He smirked. "If a show is what you wanted, you could've asked." I could feel the heat from my body travel to my face. My body loosened as my joints cracked. "I'm hungry." His eyes became narrowed. "You can stay in control. Look at me Quinn. Breathe." His kindness just made me want him more. "Not that kind of hunger." Our eyes met, I could feel it crawling and clawing inside. Taste him. It yearned for his body, and if I'm being honest, so did I.

I gripped his shirt tightly and pulled him closer to me. My tongue grazed along the tips of my sharp teeth. "I just want a taste, Celly" I could feel it wanting to take control. I slipped my hand under his shirt. Celly's body tensed as my fingertips brushed over his bellybutton and up to his chest. I titled my head and watched as his face contorted with mixed emotions. "Just a taste," I growled deeply as my hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I slid my tongue along the base of his throat and purred. "Quinn..." I could feel Celly's hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin.