Chapter 138 Sex Checklists

Chapter 138 Sex Checklists
Tyler's POV
So much for thinking my ass was going to take a break in Italy.
The air smelled like salt and sun-warmed stone. Somewhere farther down the hillside I could hear someone laughing and a scooter engine buzzed past. None of it made Quin slow down.
He backed me up against the stone railing. The cool edge pressed into the small of my back. His mouth found mine, hard and open, tongue sliding against mine like he was trying to crawl inside. I made a soft sound into the kiss. His hands gripped my hips tight enough to bruise, pulling me flush against him. I could already feel how hard he was.
“Quin—”
“Shh.” He bit my lower lip, then soothed it with his tongue. “Just feel it.”
He spun me around so I was facing the ocean. One of his hands slid up my spine and pushed between my shoulder blades, bending me forward just enough. The other hand shoved my underwear down. The breeze hit my bare skin and made me shiver.
Quin knelt down behind me spread my cheeks open and before I could say a word I felt his wet tongue against my entrance pushing its way in.
"Mmm..."
His hands tightened against my ass and he began to eat me out. My hand tightened against the rails of the balcony. He made a satisfying groan against me and the sound sent a vibrating sensation up my spine.
Ah..."
When he was satisfied he stood up and I heard him spit into his palm. Then two fingers pressed against me. He didn’t go slow. He pushed them inside in one firm stroke. A sharp moan tore out of me.
“Fuck—”
“That’s it,” he muttered against the back of my neck. His fingers curled, dragging against my inside making my knees go weak instantly. “Let me hear you.”
He worked me open roughly, scissoring his fingers, adding a third when I was barely ready. The stretch burned in the best way. Every time he crooked his fingers I made another broken sound. My hands gripped the railing hard enough that my knuckles went white.
“Quin—please—”
“Please what?”
“Just—fuck me already—”
He pulled his fingers out. I heard the wet sound of him stroking himself once, twice, mixing spit with precum. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against me. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pushed in hard, burying himself halfway in one thrust.
A loud, raw moan ripped out of my throat.
“Ahh—fuck—”
He groaned behind me, low and rough, and shoved the rest of the way in until his hips were flush against my ass. The fullness stole my breath. For a second he stayed there, buried deep, breathing hard against my shoulder.
Then he started moving. Thrusting hard and deep. No patience left. Every thrust drove me forward against the railing. The stone scraped lightly against my stomach. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the distant crash of waves below. Quin’s hands locked onto my hips, fingers digging in hard enough that I knew I’d have marks later. He used the grip to pull me back onto every thrust.
“Mmm...ahh...Quin...”
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled against my ear. His voice was wrecked. “So tight. Always so tight and perfect for me.”
He snapped his hips harder. The new angle dragged right across that my sensitive walls and a sharp, high sound tore out of my mouth. My eyes fluttered. The ocean blurred in front of me as Quin fucked the air out of me.
“Right there...don’t stop...ahh...”
“I’ve got you.” His hand slid around and wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation made my whole body jolt. “Come on. Let me hear how much you want it.”
I couldn’t have stayed quiet if I tried. Every deep stroke punched another moan out of me. Soft ones. Broken ones. Loud ones that probably carried farther than they should have. I didn’t care. Quin’s hand tightened around me, thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke. The pleasure stacked fast and heavy, coiling low in my stomach.
“Fuck...I’m close...”
“Already?” He laughed, breathless and dark, and drove into me harder. The railing creaked under my grip. “Come on then. Come for me.”
His next thrust hit my prostate perfectly. My vision went white at the edges. A raw, broken moan ripped out of me as I came hard, spilling over his fist and onto the stone. My legs almost gave out from the pleasure, but he held me up. My whole body clenched around him. Quin cursed and kept fucking me through it, strokes turning shorter and deeper, chasing his own release.
“Tyler..fuck..”
He buried himself to the hilt with a rough, punched-out sound and came, hips stuttering against me. I felt the heat of it deep inside. His forehead dropped between my shoulder blades. Both of us were breathing hard. Sweat cooled quickly in the ocean breeze.
For a long moment neither of us moved. The distant sounds of the coast filtered back in. Quin’s hand stroked slowly up and down my side, gentler now. Soft. Like the roughness had burned itself out and left only the tenderness underneath.
He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck.
“Still think people can see us?” he murmured, voice rough and amused.
I laughed weakly . “I don’t care anymore.”
“Good.” He kissed the same spot again. “Because I’m not done with Italy yet. And we still have two more countries on the list.”
I smiled, eyes still closed, body warm and aching in the best way. Here I was thinking Italy would be the last.
A few hours later we moved from the balcony to the bathroom and down to the pool.
He kissed me slowly in the water, then my phone kept vibrating non stop distracting me. I used all the remaining strength to swim to the edge of the pull. I climbed up and went to the phone.
I picked up the phone to see 5 missed calls and three pictures. I entered the image and I couldn't believe my eyes.
“Oh my God.” I gasped.
"Babe come see something." I called out to Quin.