QUINN TURNED AROUND before I finished saying her name, and I couldn't help the grin that slid onto my face.

I never imagined that Quinn Castle would be this eager to let me touch her, kiss her. Hell, she'd probably let me fuck her over this table right now if I wanted to.

And I did. I really, really did.

But that didn't mean that I should. Not here. Not now.

I moved closer to Quinn. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and I brushed it out of the way so my lips could tease the back of her neck as I spoke.

"Time for lesson number one. You ready?"

She nodded wordlessly.

That eagerness again. Goddamn, it was going to be the death of me.

"Good girl," I murmured, letting my lips find the curve of her ear.

Quinn shivered, and I soaked up every tiny vibration. There would be more of those soon. I would make sure of it.

"What are we learning today?" she asked, and I could tell she was anxious for more. Fuck, did I want to give it to her.

"I'm gonna be honest," I replied, nuzzling her ear. "It doesn't have much to do with pool."

"You don't know how happy I am to hear that," she laughed breathily.

I put my hands on her waist and let them trail over her curves until I reached her hips. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The word was barely a word. Just a wisp of a breath.

"You don't like pool, Castle?"

"I like pool. But I like you more."

My pulse raced. I shouldn't be this affected by hearing that she liked me, but I was quickly learning that Quinn could so much as smile at me, and I was done for. And yet, somehow, she thought that I hadn't liked her all this time, that she wasn't special. That the time we spent together in New York didn't mean anything to me.

She was so fucking special.

Somehow, I would prove it to her before she left this island.

"I like you, too," I said, feeling like those words didn't do nearly enough to convey how I felt about her. I moved closer, pressing into her from behind. "Do you feel how much I like you, Castle?"

A slight groan slipped out of Quinn before she experimented with arching her back and letting her ass drag over my erection. Fuck, she felt good. Even through layers of clothes, she felt so good that I barely noticed the dull ache of my knee, desire masking it. I knew I shouldn't strain myself like this, but my cock pressed against my zipper, begging to be released.

I tightened my grip on her hips and flexed mine forward into hers. "Answer me, baby. Do you feel me?"

Quinn whimpered and released a soft, "Yes. I feel it."

"The lesson is simple," I murmured. "If you want to play pool with my friends, you don't really need to know how to play. They don't care. I don't care."

Quinn looked back at me over her shoulder, arching a brow. "What do I need to know, then?"

"You need to know what you fucking do to me," I rasped as I drove my hips into hers again.

Her breath hitched, her head rolling backward as she licked her lips. "And why do I need to know that?"

It didn't escape my notice the way Quinn coaxed the exact words she wanted to hear out of me. She was a master of it, which was no wonder considering her job. And while I loved it to no end, I couldn't help but wonder who she'd practiced on. Were there other athletes she'd played this little game with?

I pushed the idea to the back of my head because I wasn't sure I could bear the answer. I tried to focus on the fact that I had Quinn Castle in my arms right now, and I refused to waste this time we had together.

"Because if I'm going to make it through a game of pool with you, Cohen, and Finny, I need you to realize what it's going to fucking do to me when you bend over this table."

"Are you saying you don't want me to give you a show in front of your friends?" she said, a slight giggle accompanying her words that told me she thought this was funny.

It wasn't. It was torture, the way she drove me wild.

"I wouldn't be able to handle it, Castle. You don't understand how badly I want you." I closed my eyes, trying to get a grip on myself. But the sweet scent of her hair swirled around me, threatening to drown me. "And I'd need them to know the show isn't for them, too."

"I have a feeling they know you're not the sharing type."

I opened my eyes again. "Not when it comes to you."

"Fine," she agreed. "I'll behave at pool night. And any other night we come to Sunny's. But you have to promise to do the same because I'm not sure you understand how badly I want you."

"Can I find out?" I asked, letting my fingers trace the waistband of her shorts. I was itching to feel her. My fingers had been inside her this morning, but they were dying to be again.

"Yes," she gasped seconds before I dipped my hand into her shorts, thankful they were loose with enough give that I didn't need to waste time unbuttoning them. I found the seam of her underwear and slipped my fingers beneath that, too, only to find her fucking drenched for me.

"Holy hell, Quinn," I groaned, dropping my head onto her shoulder as she widened her stance so I could slide my fingers deeper between her legs. "You're a mess for me."

"For you," she repeated, barely audible.

Her breathing stuttered as I found her clit, swiping over it a couple of times to get a reaction. Quinn didn't deny me; she practically quaked in my arms with only a few little touches. I pressed forward, anchoring her to the side of the pool table to hopefully provide some support as I teased her entrance with my fingertips.

"This little pussy wants my cock, doesn't it?" I murmured in her ear. My words were met with a low whine that made me want to immediately bend her over this table. "It needs something hard to clench around. I can feel it."

"Yes," Quinn cried. "Please, August."

Hearing her say my name while begging me like that was indescribable.

"Please, what?"

I must be a masochist; there was no other explanation of why I would say that when I knew what the answer would be.

"Please fuck me."

Yep, there it was.

God, that plea coming out of her mouth, all desperate and needy, nearly made me lose my mind. It was practically impossible to say no to.

But I managed to keep my shit together.

"I can't have the first time I fuck you be like this, Castle. I just can't. I need to do it properly and be able to take my goddamn time."

She groaned, but I wasn't sure if it was on account of what I'd said or how I was pumping my fingers into her pussy, stroking deeper each time.

"I promise I'm okay with hard and fast," Quinn gasped, her words unleashing the urge to thrust my hips forward, needing some kind of friction. Just the feel of her on my fingers was threatening to unravel me. And then the way she was talking, the way she was asking for it...fuck.

"I'll give it to you any way you want," I promised. "But let me give it to you the way you deserve first."

"August," she whined.

I groaned, rocking against her ass again as I chased down the rampant desire coursing through me.

"You feel so fucking good, Quinn." My lips found her neck, nipping and kissing a path to her ear. "I'm going to come just from feeling your pussy grip my fingers, I swear to god."

"Are you sure it's not from the feel of my ass against your cock?" she teased, glancing back over her shoulder with dancing eyes.

This goddamn woman.

"You have a great fucking ass, Castle." I couldn't deny that. "This is what you get for teasing me with it."

"I like feeling you like this," she admitted. "I like feeling how hard you are for me."

"So fucking hard, baby," I rasped.

Quinn moaned, jerking her hips forward and rocking between my hand and my cock, working us both over.

"Yes, baby," I encouraged. "Use me. Use me to get off."

Quinn started panting, her breaths coming in rough spurts. A second later, she pitched forward, her hands landing on the pool table as her fingers attempted to grip the slate. She continued to rock against me, chasing her high. But fuck, I loved it. The way her body moved, seeing her roll and arch against me–it had my mind racing. I wanted so badly to see her do this again naked. Naked and bouncing on my cock instead of against it.

Soon.

Soon, I'd make that happen.

But for now, I was content with watching Quinn come on my fingers. Of hearing her sexy moans as she let her release wash over her. Of feeling her cunt squeeze around me, even as I fucked into her through the very last orgasmic pulse.

Even once I felt her climax fade, and I slipped my fingers from her shorts, she didn't stop grinding her ass against me.

"Quinn..." I started warningly.

"I want you to come."

I tipped my head back with a grunt, knowing I couldn't deny that request. Not when I was so ready to explode. "Fuck, then turn around."

Once again, she obeyed without a second thought. Her pretty, flushed face came into view, and I stared at it in awe for a moment before remembering what else I wanted.

"Take off your shirt."

Quinn flung off her white t-shirt in a flash, letting it fly to the other side of the pool table.

"That better?"

"That's fucking perfect. You're fucking perfect."

"So are you," she breathed, placing her hands on my chest and dragging her fingers down until she reached the waistband of my pants. Then she cupped my erection over my jeans, sending my pulse into a frenzy. "So perfect."

"Take it out," I ordered, trying to ignore how her words made something in my chest ache.

"Don't have to tell me twice," she murmured, unbuttoning my jeans and slipping her hand into them. The warmth of her touch on my cock was nearly enough to put me over the edge, but somehow I managed not to spill in my pants as she freed me from them.

I caught her wrist just as she was about to pump me up and down, positive it would be too much for me to handle. Instead, I brought her hands above her head and leaned her down onto the table, pinning her back. Fuck, it was a sight to see.

"I'm never going to be able to look at a pool table the same way," I groaned, stroking myself as I watched Quinn's chest rise and fall, her tits spilling over the tops of her bra. "You are so goddamn gorgeous."

Quinn was clearly distracted by what I was doing with my hand, her eyes heated as they watched every movement I made. When her gaze finally flicked up to my face, she frowned.

"Why don't I get to touch you?"

I clenched my jaw as my restraint dwindled. "Because I want to come on you like this. Can I?"

"Yes, August," she whispered.

I lost it just as Quinn consented. My release tore through me, shaking me from head to toe as I moaned her name, so goddamn lost in how she looked laid out before me. My cum coated her stomach and tits, and all Quinn did was watch me, biting her lip. A cocky little smile played on her mouth as she looked at me in the exact way I told her she shouldn't.

"Next time," I panted as I tried to catch my breath. "Next time we come to this bar, I'm doing this first."

Her brows raised. "You like marking me, Fletcher?"

I nodded. "A reminder that you're fucking mine."

Her eyes glittered as she looked up at me. She shook her head. "I don't need a reminder," she said softly.

Oh, shit.

Her gaze bore into mine, making me feel like I was falling, and it told me one thing.

I was fucking screwed.

So fucking screwed.

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A/n:

I think we already knew that August 🤭 (now let's make that happen literally, huh?)

thanks for reading!!
xoxo amelie