Dane & Quinn - “Night at the Opera” NSFW (Patreon)

This will be the first in a series of OA smuts, starting with Dane and Quinn’s steamy first night together!

- QUINN’S POV -

My back met the hotel room door with a resounding thud as Dane’s hands wandered up my entire body. He pulled away just long enough to fumble with his pocket in search of the key. When the buzz and click of the lock gave us the all clear, we stumbled inside, still connected to each other.

Since the moment his lips had first met mine in the foyer of the opera house, all bets were off. We’d barely made it back to the hotel fully clothed. The taxi ride over was agonizing, with Dane’s lips never leaving mine, and his hands wandering to places I’d fantasized about countless times. Every part of my body was on fire, burning with anticipation after months of chasing each other. All the tension between us had snapped, and finally we were alone.

“Dane, I…” the words barely escaped my lips past his own entanglement with them. His hands cupped my face as he drew himself away and rest his forehead against mine.

“Quinn,” he panted, “please, tell me you want this.”

“Yes. God, yes.” Our eyes caught each other for a brief second before I gripped onto the back of his hair and roughly pulled his lips back to mine. With all the reassurance he needed, his hands set a course for the zipper of my dress. In his urgency, it almost ripped out of the seams before the fabric pooled at me feet.

Slowly, he peeled himself off me, looking me up and down. His hand connected to my bare hip and I nearly jumped under his warm touch. He grinned. “Beautiful, so fucking beautiful.”

As his lips landed on my neck, I started undoing the buttons of his shirt. The pile of clothes by the door grew with the addition of his tie, shirt, and suit jacket.

It was never a secret that Dane was drop dead gorgeous. Seeing him shirtless before or in swimsuits didn’t quite compare to the way he looked right now. His chest was glistening with sweat, and his hair was disheveled from my hands. Little freckles were scattered across his skin, and I never realized how much I loved freckles until now. They looked beautiful on him, and I had to remind myself that some day I’d have to kiss every single one. Not tonight, though. Tonight we were in frenzy, and there was no time for delicacy.

He hooked his arms under my ass and I wrapped my legs around him as he lifted me up off the ground. To my surprise, he set me down on the dresser next to the door. His hand slid up my back and let loose the clasp on my bra. My breath hitched in my throat as he lifted it off and my breasts bounced out. A moan escaped my mouth with the feeling of his bare chest pressing against mine.

He ground his hips into me, the hardness beneath his clothes rubbing up against my core just begging to be released. His tongue parted my lips and danced around my own as his fingertips brushed over my hardened nipples.

My own eager hands wandered down to his waistband, opening the buckle of his belt. He groaned into my mouth as my hand traced around his clothed erection. I stroke down his length over his boxers while he pinched my nipple between his fingers. His opposite hand glided down from my chest to my stomach to the hem of my panties.

He ghosted over the fabric for just a moment, teasing me, before diving in. His finger traced over my slit and he chuckled. “So wet for me,” he mumbled onto my lip.

My breath caught again when his thumb pressed into my clit. I returned the favor by pushing down his boxers and taking his long, thick cock into my hand. 

Our moans collided as I stroked his length and he sunk a finger inside me. We touched each other in sync, our kisses being interrupted by harmonious pleasure.

Another finger pushing inside me broke my focus, letting him take full control. His pace quickened, pumping his fingers in and out of my wetness while his thumb ran circles over my clit. I cried out when his finger curled within me, gripping onto his arms to steady myself.

A few more pumps of his fingers and I shattered like glass, shaking the entire dresser as I came. My ears rang as he rode out the last waves of my orgasm and I breathed heavily against his chest.

He pulled his fingers out of me and kissed me hard before sliding my panties down my legs. Our kiss broke again for him to drop his pants and boxers to the floor.

Dane ground himself into me, the tip of his cock pressing against my slit. He rest his head in the crook of my neck, kissing me lazily as he guided himself in between my dripping folds. 

“I have been dreaming of fucking you,” he whispered, in between labored breaths, slowly pushing his length inside me, “since I met you.”

I moaned, my hands desperately gripping onto his shoulders as he stretched me. He withdrew, then pushed his length back in at a torturous pace while my walls adjusted to his size.

My impatience was growing, wanting him to just take me like I knew he could. “Dane, please…” I whined.

He chuckled wickedly, all movement below the belt coming to a halt. “Please what?”

“Please… just fuck me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as he sharply withdrew his hips from me before slamming back in. I cried out again as he filled me to the hilt with each quickened thrust. He groaned, “baby, you feel so fucking incredible.”

His hands anchored onto my hips as the dresser beneath us shook against the wall in rhythm with our movements. My legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him in deeper as he pounded into me. Nails were digging into his shoulders and back as I struggled to keep myself upright.

Each powerful thrust of his cock into my aching pussy was sending me into a state of euphoria. I could barely keep my eyes open as the pleasure was building up from my core.

He reached his hand in between us to rub his thumb over my swollen clit. My head flew back against the wall and his lips captured my nipple in front of him. I barely noticed the pain of hitting my head as his tongue swirled around my sensitive bud before pulling it between his teeth.

“I’m so close, Quinn,” he grunted onto my skin in between thrusts.

“I am too.” My voice was barely a whimper at this point.

The feeling of his cock plunging in and out of my slick heat was becoming too much for me to bear. He licked up from my nipple to my neck then kissed up to my ear. He whispered, “come for me. I want to feel you writhing on my cock.” Each of his words was punctuated with an unruly thrust inside me and I couldn’t help but to obey.

In between a slew of curses and his name in screams, my pussy fluttered and contracted around him. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t hear or see as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He fucked me through my orgasm, the dresser slamming so hard into the wall I was worried it might break.

His lips found mine again, pulling me into another rough kiss as his hips buckled with his own release. He grunted into my mouth as he spent himself inside me.

The sound of the dresser hitting the wall subsided as our heavy breathing filled the room. Still inside me, Dane wrapped his arms tightly around my body and pressed his lips to my forehead.

After a long silence, enough air returned to my lungs to allow me to speak. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

He laughed, “I can’t believe we didn’t even make it to the bloody bed.”