My mouth was on Quinn's dick halfway through his exclamation. If he had anything else to say I assumed it wasn't important because the only sounds that left his mouth after that were moans and whimpers.
His flesh tasted salty from sweat. I rolled my tongue over him, not holding anything back. I didn't have the patience to tease him. The entire time we spent in each other's presence was foreplay enough for me. Besides, Quinn's reactions were so delicious that I couldn't stop myself from chasing more.
His head rolled back against the wall. "Fuck..."
I engulfed his cock. It filled my mouth and grazed the back of my throat. Sucking Quinn off turned me on immensely. My balls ached, my hole twitched, and I felt my own cock straining for some kind of touch.
Quinn's thighs tensed, squeezing together. His hands carded faster through my hair. "Farley, I—"
He was so fucking cute. Since my mouth was full and I couldn't talk, all I had was body language. I sucked him harder, deeper, urging him to blow his load.
Quinn hissed through his teeth. His whole body went rigid a second before he came, releasing everything down my throat. My head was fuzzy from pleasure. And lack of air, too, probably.
I grunted and coughed as Quinn removed himself from me.
"You okay?" he asked. "Here, put me down."
When I carefully lowered him to the ground, he stroked my face. He was blushing fiercely and damp red hairs stuck to his forehead. "Well, I wasn't expecting to get a blowjob four feet off the ground today, but it was a nice surprise."
I wiped my mouth on the back of my arm and smirked. "Next time let's try five feet."
"Sure. But first..."
His hand snaked towards my cock. My body thrummed with anticipation.
Quinn flashed a smile. "Sorry, but I'm not strong enough to hold you upandblow you at the same time, so you're gonna have to settle for me on my knees."
"Oh no. The tragedy. How will I ever survive."
Quinn snorted in amusement. He sank to the floor, his eyes sparkling with mischievous lust. Unlike me, Quinn took a different approach to the blowjob. He was slow, languid and sultry. He pressed his tongue to the base of my shaft and licked up towards the very tip, where he placed a kiss for good measure. His hand found my balls, caressing them while his tongue explored every inch of my skin.
The pleasure was unreal. My mind floated away, lost in Quinn's touch. All I knew was his skin on mine, and the hot wetness of his tongue. Sparks flew up my spine with each contact.
I grasped Quinn's head gently, threading my fingers through his hair. He sucked the head of my cock while glancing up at me impishly. His black eyes were mesmerizing. Gorgeous.
And holy fuck, did his mouth feel good.
I couldn't hold back the wave of pleasure for long. I was on thin ice by the time Quinn ever so gently took my sensitive skin between his teeth, and when he sucked up my shaft again, I blew my load. It splattered in white stripes across his face. My shame was tempered by the fact that he looked sexy as hell.
"My bad," I mumbled.
Quinn just laughed as I helped him wipe it off. "What's sex without getting a little cum on you?"
I grinned. His easygoing nature was just one of the things I loved about him.
It was getting easier to think that word, too. Love.
Stupid mushy feelings. This alpha was doing things to me.
I leaned in to kiss him. "Quinn," I murmured against his lips, "Breed me."
"Okay, but I'm warning you, I can't do it in mid-air."
"Fine. Then we'll do it this way."
I grabbed him and pulled him down with me so that we landed in a similar position to how we fell earlier, with me on my back and Quinn straddling me. Except this time he didn't look nearly as embarrassed. He looked downright giddy.
A fox-like grin spread over his lips. "All right. How do you wanna do this? The old fashioned way? You riding me? Like a fox?" He raised a brow. "Or like a bird?"
