Disclaimer: The only thing I won in this story is the (barely existint) story line.
Rory gasped as Quinn settled herself on his lap. The Irish boy squirmed about, gripping the arms of his chair to stop himself from grabbing her hips and grinding her down on him.
"Quinn, you have to get off..."
He couldn't take it. There was a beautiful, willing girl sliding herself over his crotch is slow, deliberate movement, and he was reacting to it. And in his opinion, his reaction was not a good one. But Quinn just smiled.
"But Rory, one of your reasons for coming to America was to lose her virginity, wasn't it? Besides I can tell you like it."
Smirking, the girl pressed herself tightly to his lap before lifting herself again. Rory whimpered quietly in the back of his throat and groaned when a hand reached up to graze down his chest, stopping just before his belt. He was breathing heavily now and was subconsciously bucking his hips up gently trying to find some friction.
Quinn leaned down to nip at his ear and the contact made him groan again.
"Tell me what you want, Rory."
Her soft voice made his breath hitch and the warm breath against his skin made him shudder. Bringing one hand down from the armrest to lightly wrap around her side, he cursed as Quinn began to undo his belt.
"Quinn, I – I can't..."
"Sure you can, Rory, let go."
Quinn pulled back away from his ear to touch her forehead to his own.
"I wanna see how you lose control."
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