The Cabin (The Cabin Novellas (Book One)) (8 page)

I gasped loudly as I felt his cock sink into me from behind. The fact that he hadn’t bothered to remove the rest of his clothes only heightened my pleasure. It told me that he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to be fucked by him.

“Like this?” he said through gritted teeth, as he pushed himself deep inside of me.

“Harder,” I demanded, making fists with my hands and gripping the sheets. “I want you to fuck me so hard, Quinn, it hurts.”

He drove his hips forward, and I felt his whole cock penetrate deep inside of me. But somehow I still wanted more. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Harder!” I cursed him.
“Fuck me harder!”
 

“You are so fucking wrong,” he growled deep in the back of his throat, pushing himself harder and faster into me.

“I thought that’s what you fucking liked,” I hissed at him over my shoulder. “I thought you liked to be wrong?”

From over my shoulder, I watched Quinn close his eyes and throw back his head. The muscles that lined his chest and stomach looked as if they were going to burst through his skin as he used all of hi
s strength to fuck me. The look of pleasure on his face made me feel like I was going to lose complete control of myself. It was such a fucking turn-on. It made me want to come.

So as he pushed his cock into me, I forced my pussy against him. I worked my hips as fast as Quinn worked his. It was like I was fucking him as much as he was fucking me. He groaned out loud and gripped my arse, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. I was so
aroused, I was numb to the pain.

“Is this hard and fast enough for you?” he groaned, his back arched. “How does it make you feel?”

“Like I’m going to come so fucking bad,” I cried out, my hair hanging down over my face as my body jerked back and forth on the bed, Quinn kneeling behind me.

“Come then,” Quinn demanded as if giving me his permission to do so.

With that swirling heat now seething in the pit of my stomach and between my legs, I gave up the fight of holding it back and let the heat spill over and rush out through my body. I jerked and contorted as the orgasm swept through me. I cried out as I came, sending a surge of hot liquid down the inside of my legs.

Quinn must have felt it wash over his cock as he cried, “You’re such a fucking turn-on, Mia.”

Then, suddenly, his own body began to quiver as he jerked his hips and came deep inside of me. His cock seemed to swell momentarily bigger, as his own pleasure reached an uncontrollable climax. Digging his fingers deeper still into my skin, he buried himself into me, no longer driving in and out, but staying still, locked inside me. I could feel his hips trembling and shaking against mine as his orgasm dissipated throughout him.

My own orgasm grew weaker, fading out as it passed through my body. “Oh, my God, that was unbelievable,” I panted, as Quinn pulled slowly out of me. I dropped onto my front, drawing in deep lungfuls of breath. My heart raced almost to bursting in my chest and my skin was covered in beads of sweat. I rolled onto my back and looked up sleepily at Quinn. He still knelt over me.

“Take your trousers off and get into bed with me,” I smiled, still feeling shaky from the orgasm I’d just had.

As Quinn removed the last of his clothes, I pulled back the silk sheets, and we slipped between them.

“You have no idea how much I wanted you,” I breathed, resting my head against his shoulder as we lay in bed next to each other.

“I think I do,” he smiled, the sound of the wind howling around the eves.

“How do you know?” I asked him.

“Don’t you think I wanted you just as much?” he said, turning his head so he could look at me. He took my chin between his fingers and kissed me lightly on the lips. I could taste myself on him.

“It’s been a long time, Quinn,” I said, “People’s feelings change.”

“I’m not people,” he assured me. “Did you really believe I could forget you?”

I took a deep breath and said, “I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought
you
thought there was something wrong with me.”

“Like what?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

“That perhaps those nuns were right,” I said. “That there was something wrong – wicked – about me because I’d fallen in love with a priest.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Quinn said with a smile. “You just gave in to your sexual desires. Everyone has them.”

“And you?” I asked, looking at him.

“And me,” he sighed, propping his head on his arm. “I’m just flesh and blood like every other man. I know I chose to live a different life
, and I honestly believed that’s what I wanted. But then...” he trailed off.

“But what?”
I pushed him.

“You came into my life,” he said, looking up at the wooden beams which crisscrossed over the cabin ceiling. “I had feelings I’d never felt before. I tried to fight them, I really did. At first I thought I was being tested. I prayed on it and asked that the feelings I had every time I saw you – every time you brushed past me – to go. It was doubly worse for me because not only was I your priest, but
I also lived and worked at the convent where you were schooled.”

“I wasn’t a child when we met,” I said. “I was seventeen and you were twenty-two.”

“You were young enough,” he sighed, still staring away from me and up at the ceiling. “I should have known better. That’s why I waited for you to turn eighteen before we truly gave ourselves to each other. I wanted you to be an adult. Not because it eased my conscience at all, but because I wanted you to know it was what you really wanted.”

“It was what I wanted,” I said, pulling Quinn closer. “Our love for each other might be considered wrong by some, but is it so wrong for two people to love each other?”

“It all depends who those two people are, I guess,” he said thoughtfully. Then, looking at me, he added, “Do you still love me, Mia?”

“I never stopped,” I whispered. “I tried to fool myself that I had, but I hadn’t.”

“Why did you marry Nathan then?” he asked.

Quinn’s sudden question took me by surprise. “Nathan is kind and loving. I’ve never met anyone as patient and understanding.”

“So why aren’t you with him now?” Quinn came back. “Why isn’t he lying next to you right now, instead of me?” He didn’t sound hurt, just confused.

“I guess I was just kidding myself that I had found love with Nathan,” I sighed deeply. “In my own way, I do love him. I know that sounds strange after what’s just happened between me and you – but the love I have for him is nothing like the love I have for you, Quinn. I love him but I’m not
in love
with him.”

“Why marry him?” Quinn pushed.

“Because you weren’t there and I was so tired of feeling so lonely – feeling like some freak – unable to move on with my life because of what happened between me and you,” I said. “I was hoping that I might grow not to just love Nathan, but be
in
love with him.”

“So why hasn’t that happened?” he asked me.

“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you!” I shouted, suddenly feeling pissed off with him again. “Although you weren’t there – you were, if that makes sense. I couldn’t get you out of my head. Every time I saw those scars, I thought of you. They were a constant reminder not of what we had done, but of how I still felt about you.” Then looking at him, I added, “If you want to hear my confession,
Father
, I can tell you I hate myself for what I’ve done to Nathan. But most of all, I hate myself for not being able to stop loving you. The whipping I got wasn’t my punishment. Having to see them every day and be reminded of you – that was my punishment – and I’ll have to live with those scars for the rest for my life whether you’re a part of it or not.”

“I’m sorry,” Quinn whispered.

“So why haven’t you left the priesthood?” I asked. “Your life is just a lie, like mine.”

“What’s there to leave for?” he said, glancing away from the ceiling and back at me.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged sarcastically. “Perhaps you could leave and have a normal life – you know, meet someone – settle down with them.”

“And where would the excitement be in that?” he half-smiled at me.

“Is that was this is all about?” I breathed.

“Isn’t that the excitement – those forbidden fruits – what you enjoy so much?” he asked, slipping a hand beneath the sheets and letting his fingers walk slowly across the flat of my stomach.

My skinned tightened.

“
Me and you are the same,” he said, his fingers slowly stepping over my thighs. “Is that what drew us together? Aren’t we both the same? We both want in life what we can’t have. That’s what excites people like me and you – that’s what turns us on. It’s like sticking a kid in a room with a big red button and telling them not to press it. You know they’re gonna have to push that damn button – even if it kills them.”

“Is it going to kill us?” I asked, feeling his fingertips twisting through my tight tangle of pubic hair beneath the sheet.

“You knew we could get caught that night,” Quinn said, looking into my eyes. “We both knew that. We were both turned on by the danger of it. If we weren’t, why didn’t either of us suggest booking a hotel room? Why didn’t we go somewhere where there was no chance of us being discovered? Because we were both excited by the thought that our forbidden relationship could be exposed. That was the turn-on, just like we’re both turned on now.”

“What do you mean?” I said, easing my legs apart beneath the sheet for him. I knew what he wanted and I knew what he meant. 

“We both know Nathan – your husband – could turn up here at any moment. He could walk in and discover us just like those nuns did. The chance of being caught tonight made us horny – it’s what fuelled our sex. You like taking what you know is bad for you,” he smiled, sliding his fingers down between my legs again. “I know what you want.”

“And what’s that?” I whispered, closing my eyes, feeling wet again at his touch.

“You want to feel free,” he whispered, then kissed me.

Eleven

Unlike before,
Quinn’s kisses were not wild – driven by a frantic lust. He kissed me gently, softly – almost respectfully. It felt like true love was driving them. As if setting aside delicate lace, Quinn brushed my hair from the sides of my face, covering my skin in kisses. His lips barely touched, almost hovering above me like a butterfly. He kissed my neck, shoulders, working his way down over my breasts. I closed my eyes, settling my head back onto the satin-covered pillow. This time he didn’t grip or twist my nipples, he brushed his fingers over them. They popped up and grew firm under his touch again. Quinn kissed them so tenderly, that I shuddered. His touch was soft, almost like a subtle tickle. Pushing the sheet back, I stretched my arms out on either side of me. He entwined his fingers with mine. With his head bent down, he moved his lips softly over my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. I shuddered just a little at the sensation of his tongue.

As he reached the area just below my stomach, I let go of his hands and gripped his shoulders to stop him from going any further.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered, looking along the length of my body at me.

“Nothing,” I smiled, rolling him onto his back. “Close your eyes.”

As he closed them, it was my turn to caress him. I kissed his firm chest as gently as he’d kissed mine. I moved my lips over his flat stomach. Slowly, I curled my fingers around his cock. It stiffened under my touch. I slid my hand gently up and down its length. Quinn let out a murmur. With my free hand, I gently squeezed his balls. They felt heavy yet soft in my hand. As I tenderly played with them, I slipped my lips over the tip of his cock. It grew bigger and quivered. I drew the tip of my tongue around the top of it. It had a musky and slightly salty taste from where he had come earlier. Closing my lips fully around the end of his cock, I sucked it into my mouth. At the same time, I gave his balls a gentle squeeze with my other hand. With his cock in my mouth, I slid my tongue up and down the length of it. I felt Quinn shudder on top of the bed. I eased his cock out of my mouth, then took it again. I slowly slid it in and out of my mouth, trapping the tip of it between my lips, and then sliding it deep inside. His cock felt warm and filled my mouth as I teased him with each suck. It was a seductive act which turned me on as much as it did him. I felt his stomach muscles tighten, which told me that if I continued, he would soon come. I didn’t want him to come just yet.

I slipped his cock from between my lips, it stood up, hard and stiff, and I climbed over him. Enjoying the look of excitement on his face, I brushed the opening of my wet hole over the end of his cock.

He murmured.

“How does that feel?” I whispered, rubbing my clit against him.

“Incredible,” he groaned.

“Good,” I sighed, taking him fully into me, lowering myself down on
to his cock.

Quinn raised his hips an inch or two off the bed, trying to push every last inch of him up into me. I bore down on him, leaning back, my long hair cascading down my back. With my breasts jutting forward, Quinn seemed unable to resist them as he reached out for them. I eased myself slowly up and down as he played gently with my nipples. Slipping my hand down between my legs, I began to stroke my clit as I rode him. Leaning back, I raised my hips slowly up and down, taking him in and out of me, while I played with myself.