Dane & Quinn - “The Morning After” NSFW (Patreon)

Hello! Art is taking longer than usual so I haven’t been able to post any new smut scenes for you from OA or SN unfortunately. But I did have this one scene in my back pocket of Dane and Quinn, so I figured I can post this one in the meantime while I work on getting the art scenes for the other branches and for SN so I can get those scenes done for you all! Enjoy this one for today :)

- DANE’S POV -

When the morning light shone through the breaks in the curtains, I woke with the joy of knowing that the last 24 hours hadn’t been a dream. Quinn’s wild, curly hair was sprawled across the pillow next to me and her arms swung across my chest. It was the best sleep I’d had in years, and the most incredible sight I have ever woken up to.

I shook her, rolling her off my chest and onto her side of the bed. She groaned the whole way as I attempted to wake her up. When she was unresponsive, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and planted soft kisses up her neck. “Quinn, darling, we have a plane to New York to catch.”

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled.

I glanced over to the clock sitting on the nightstand and chuckled. “I’m going to need a bit more than that.” In one motion, I flipped us so she was pinned under me. Now wide awake, her lower lip pulled in between her teeth. She knew exactly where my mind was headed.

She took a fistful of my hair as I leaned down to press my lips to hers. Getting lost for a moment, I allowed my tongue to explore into her mouth, a gesture she was so eager to return. I only let her indulge for a few more seconds before lowering myself over her.

On my way down, I made a quick pass at her breasts. My mouth hovered over her nipple as she held her breath, waiting for me to make contact. I think I liked watching her anticipate my every move. It was mesmerizing— the way she was always ready for whatever I wished to do with her. And oh, God, it was a lot.

Her dark eyes locked onto mine through her thick lashes as I sucked her taut nipple into my mouth. Her moans rung through her chest, up her throat, and past her lips. My hand pinched and tweaked at her left nipple while my tongue was busy swirling around the right. Her hips jerked into me and her leg wrapped itself around mine, sliding up my side. My cock was swelling more and more by the minute, and while we didn’t have much time, I was going to make every second count.

I make sure to give her breasts one last parting kiss before slowly trailing my tongue down her stomach towards her center. I stopped at the top of her split, allowing the warmth of my breath to send chills and goosebumps across her skin. The tip of my tongue glided over her clit, barely touching her skin.

“Dane.” She half moaned my name, low and breathy. When I shoot a look up at her, her eyes were closed and she was clutching onto the sheets. I hum onto her skin before my tongue flickered inside her wet pussy.

Fuck me, she tasted so good it sent my head into a rush. Like wine, sweet and robust, enough to get me feeling drunk. And God, was I drunk on her. Since last night, for weeks before that, ever since I’d met her. She had ensnared me in her trap months ago and I’ve been unable to break out of it—not that I wanted to. Being with her, even in the most innocent ways, was exhilarating. And now that I know what she tasted like—what she felt like—I was addicted, and I’d spend forever chasing that high.

My tongue traced every line of her folds, eliciting increasingly erratic moans to escape her. As her hands weaved their way into my hair, I found myself getting lost in everything that is Quinn. Her laugh, her smile, her attitude, her wit, her singing, her acting—every tiny piece of her soul and every inch of her incomparable body.

I knew Quinn had an sensational voice; it was like a siren song calling me on the first day of her audition. But the sounds of her pleasure as I sucked on her clit was unlike any other sound I’d heard in my entire life. Her legs shook around my head as her grip tightened on my hair. My pace picked up, my tongue swirling around her swollen clit as I pushed my middle finger inside her.

Her pleasure was building towards its peak as my fingers and tongue worked in tandem. I curled my finger and pulled her clit in between my teeth as she shook around me, crying out so loudly I’m sure the ‘do not disturb’ sign on our hotel room door was unnecessary now.

The view from between her legs of her face twisted in orgasm was almost as incredible as last night when she’d had her eyes locked onto mine. Her chest was heaving and her muscles relaxed, but I was nowhere near done. I needed to see just how many times I could make her come before we had to leave our blissful bubble.

“Dane!” She yelped as she pulled at my hair, glancing down at me. I merely raised an eyebrow at her before pumping another finger into her pussy. She fell back into the bed again as I continued to devour her like a man on death row enjoying his last meal. Her legs wrapped around my head, her thighs threatening to crush me and I loved every fucking second of it. My tongue continued to dance along with the rhythm of her grinding hips until she climaxed on my mouth not one, but two more times. They blurred together so closely I couldn’t tell when one ended and the other began.

When she was totally spent, I lifted my head up to kiss back over her torso all the way to her collar bone. I wrapped myself around her, pulling her back against my chest as she regained her breathing. My kisses littered across her neck and shoulders as her hand made its way back up to my hair.

We could have stopped here and I would have been content, but to my surprise she started to grind herself on me. My hard cock was wedged between us, her ass pressing against it.

“You minx,” I rasped, “you’re not exhausted yet?”

She laughed, rolling her hips back and forth. “I could do this all day.”

I groaned as she moved, my hands sliding down her hips. She adjusted herself so my cock was now sliding in between her folds. Before I could revel in the feeling, she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me.

My eyebrow raised as she planted her hands firmly onto my chest and continued coating my cock with her wetness.

“How are you this fucking soaked again?” I teased, my hands sliding up her thighs.

“I don’t know,” she jested, her wild eyes never leaving mine, “I guess you bring it out of me.” She lowered herself slowly down my length, as both of us savored the feeling of her warm pussy enveloping my throbbing dick.

We both let out low, satisfied moans when I was fully inside her. I could get used to this—the way her walls clench and contract around me when I fill her completely. The way her chest heaved as she started to grind up and down on top of me. The way her mouth hung open as she used me to pleasure herself. Yeah, I’d let her use me like this forever.

I restrained myself from taking over, just allowing her to move at her own pace. Frankly, even if I wanted to, I was too enchanted to take control right now. The view of her tits bouncing as she rode me was like a fucking mirage, and I’ve been a man wandering the desert for months.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded. My voice was hoarse, and my request startled us both. She grinned at me before leaning back and bringing her fingers to her clit. As she circled around her own sensitive skin, I gripped onto her thighs and started rocking my hips along with her movements.

She reached her other hand up to pinch her nipple, and I anchored her into place as I start pumping my cock in and out of her faster. Her moans filled the room as I drove myself into her deeper with every thrust. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was agape as she pleasured herself on top of me, edging herself closer to finishing.

“Look at me when you come,” I groaned, hammering my cock into her as my hands burned into her sides. With a few seconds, she obliged. Her sultry gaze locked onto mine as she pinched at her own clit. She screamed as her orgasm tore through her entire body, leaving her shaking and panting on top of me.

I flipped us both so I was towering over her as her walls continued to clench and contract around my cock. Her legs wrapped around me as I held her down and filled her with my release. I rode out my orgasm, grunting and shaking as she held onto me, before nearly collapsing on top of her.

Without pulling out, I buried my head into the crook of her neck as she twirled her fingers through my hair. “You are so fucking perfect.” She laughed, but I wasn’t joking. “I am yours, Quinn. All of me. Only yours.” My voice was almost a whisper, like it was some secret she had me wrapped around her finger.

I was hooked on her, there was no doubt about it. I have been for a while, but now that I touched her, tasted her, fucked her—there was no undoing it or denying my devotion to her. For now she had my body, but I would give her everything if she asked. My mind, my soul, my heart. It would all belong to her if she wanted it. Once we land back in New York, my only problem will be to find a way to tell her all of this.