Water soaked Quinn’s sky-blue boxer-briefs, outlining his hardening length.
“Your point is certainly clear,” I said through a tight throat, watching rivulets of water drip from my arm and onto Quinn’s inner thigh.
He angled the showerhead so it hit the back wall, creating a makeshift waterfall. Carefully, he stepped in and pushed metoward it. It was like warm silk flowing down my back, while the rest of me was exposed to air that should have been cooler, but instead was heated by animalistic lust.
Quinn’s fingers lifted my chin until we were focused on each other. “I’m not sure my point is clear yet,” he said, angling his head. The tips of his wet hair tickled against my forehead as his hungry lips sucked on mine.
I slipped my arms around his shoulders, dipping under his tank-top then running a hand through the back of his hair, holding him there, forcing him to deepen the kiss.
His lips pulled back an inch but his forehead came to rest against mine. “I want to take you in my mouth.”
My cock twitched at that, the head lightly tapping Quinn’s hip at the edge of his wet cotton briefs and smooth skin. “Please,” I said.
His breath whistled over my cheek and he kissed me again, lips moving softer this time, taking his time,teasing. Sensual.
My skin prickled as his lips drew crooked, explorative lines over my chest, pinching at my nipples and pulling them into his mouth. He lapped at my right nipple, the one surrounded by a smattering of dark freckles. His fingertips danced over them as he lightly bit, sending a shock of current to my already hard cock, making it leak and bob against Quinn again.
I gasped as his hands traveled down my sides and rounded my backside, one finger stroking my entrance. “Take me into your mouth!”
He murmured a laugh as he bent to his knees, his mouth sustaining its contact with my skin. “I want to hear you cry my name when you come.”
His tented briefs brushed over my leg and the moan he let out skated over the tip of my cock. I tilted my hips toward him, nudging my head at his parted lips. His gaze flew up to mine as his wet, warm mouth enveloped me. I moaned, my head falling to my chest as my eyes shut with the intense pleasure of being firmlysucked deep into Quinn. I thrust lightly, the head of my cock squeezing down his throat and twisting gloriously.
I slammed my arms on either side of the wall as Quinn moved in time with my thrusts, as if he knew my song and could sing it to perfection. I wanted him to never stop.
Quinn’s finger harmonized with my song of pleasure, nudging at my entrance with every outstroke. Water trickled down my ass and thigh and over Quinn’s shoulder. My tempo increased. I wasn’t sure which one I wanted more, to plunge down that deep, tight throat or to impale myself on his finger.
My orgasm built quickly, and I was panting harder and harder and—
“Quinn!” It burst out of me, and my pleasure swelled with each of his swallows. I sagged against the wall, a spray of water hitting my shoulder and fanning outward, lightly misting Quinn.
He carefully drew off me, palms running down the backs of my thighs. He held my gaze as he slipped his hand down his boxer-briefs and drew out his hard length. “Stay like that. Keep looking at me.”
Sitting back on his haunches, he pumped himself hard and fast, as if already close to the end. His eyes shut briefly, but when he reopened them, they were locked on mine again. His body stiffened and he shot over my knee, my ankle, the floor.
He was suddenly trembling, so I moved to the side, re-angling the showerhead so he could get some warmth. “No, that wasn’t what I—thank you,” he said.
He peeled out of his clothes and for the next few minutes we focused on cleaning, taking turns to rinse off under the water.
Once we were out, towels tightly wrapped around our hips, I headed for the door only to have my wrist snagged. I turned back toward Quinn, who was staring intently.
He softened his grip but didn’t let go. “I don’t want you racing off to your bedroom, and I don’t want to wait another week without mentioning this.”
My gaze dropped to my wrist and back to him. “Are you saying you want a relationship, Quinn?”
He drew himself and that tingle-inducing shell he always seemed to wear right up close. He nipped my ear. “You bet your ass I am.”
I moved to his room,snatching up my laptop on the way. His bed hadn’t been made and, climbing into it, I kept an eye out for the likelihood I’d be exfoliated by Pringle shards. Seemed a low possibility. The bedding might have been tangled, but it also smelled faintly of washing powder.
Sitting back against the headboard with the pillow jammed behind me and my naked legs stretched out, I burrowed the right leg against Quinn’s body and opened up my laptop.
Quinn pecked my elbow, rasping the edges of his teeth lightly over my skin. “Of course you’d bring your work in here.”
He delicately nipped my elbow again, and then watched as I checked my mails. My mom had written promising next year she’d make up for having to work.
I hitreplyand typed back that it wasn’t a problem, and then I described in detail my ideas for “the article” that had to “wow” the chief. Mostly it was to cement the ideas for myself, but I knew my mother liked it when I went off on detailed tangents. She said it was always a privilege when she was allowed inside my head.
I wrapped up twenty minutes later, asking her a question at the end about how her new job was going. Quinn watched, his breath funneling under the sheets and over my hip.
