Quinn thought he would have to coax August into using his mouth, but a sharp gasp escaped him when he was abruptly pulled to the edge of the bed, and his right leg was lifted and set down on top of a broad shoulder.
Quinn barely had time to regain his balance and sit upright before his cock was surrounded by the wet heat of August’s mouth, forcing another gasp from him.
“Fuck—”
Quinn’s fingers threaded gently into August’s hair, eyes widening at the sudden warmth enveloping him. August had taken him in too eagerly, and his dick brushed the back of his throat, making him pull back with a soft gag. A thin strand of spit connected August’s lips to Quinn’s throbbing cock as he stared at it, brows furrowed in mild frustration, as if it had mocked him.
“You might want to take it slow,” said Quinn, already sounding breathless. In his defence, it was hard not to be when August had attempted to suck him up like a Dyson vacuum. “Do you remember how I used to tease you? Slow like that. And I bet you’ve seen enough with the girls you were with to get the idea.”
August didn’treply, but his expression softened, eyes going hazy. He leaned in again, parting his lips and letting his tongue flick out first, tracing the underside of Quinn’s shaft with a tentative swirl before he guided the head back to his mouth. He sank down inch by inch, pressing his tongue flat and sucking gently as he rose, cheeks hollowing enough to send sparks up Quinn’s spine.
“Mm, yeah, just like that,” Quinn murmured, his thumb stroking August’s cheek in approval. He smiled at him as heat quickly built in his core. “You’re a natural.”
What a good boy, is what Quinn wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure if August was ready for that kind of praise.
August’s gaze locked onto Quinn’s, the blue swallowed by black pupils, and a spark of triumph flashed as he repeated the motion. Slower now, savouring it, his tongue exploring the veins and the ridge, drawing out a low groan from Quinn that made August deepen his efforts.
Quinn learned that moaning was a mistake when August took it as a challenge to pull more from him, and he quickly fell into a rhythm that was messy but somehow perfect. There was still the occasional gag when August got too enthusiastic, but it wasn’t bad for his first time sucking a dick.
Quinn allowed August to bring him to the brink of an orgasm before he decided he had done enough. Chest heaving and skin prickling with sweat, he tugged August back by his hair until he slowed to a stop and pulled off. His swollen lips were tilted into a frown as he blinked up at Quinn, silently asking why he had stopped him.
But Quinn had gotten everything he needed while watching August perform, and he thought it would be mean to cum in a guy’s mouth knowing he wouldn’t be prepared for the bitter taste.
“I need your help for the next part,” Quinn said, taking August’s hand and directing it lower between his legs. “You’re big, so I don’t think the stretching I did with my fingers will be enough.”
August was…pouting.
“But you didn’t cum,” he said softly. “It was that bad?”
“What—no!” Quinn tried to lift his leg off August’s shoulder, but the bastard wasstrong, and Quinn was trembling too much to put up a fight. “It was great, but cum is gross. Even I don’t like the taste, so I—”
Augustgrowled, and Quinn’s stomach swooped as the world tilted. He was briefly hoisted into the air before being dropped back onto the mattress hard enough to knock a grunt from him. He hadn’t stopped bouncing before August had one of Quinn’s legs thrown over his shoulders,hands curling around his thighs as he returned to his task of sucking Quinn’s soul from his body via his cock.
Quinn’s back arched, mouth open in a silent cry, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as the room filled with obscene sucking sounds. August’s fierce determination pushed him over the edge faster than he was expecting, and he shattered into a rush of sensation he couldn’t hold back.
“Oh,fuck—” Quinn was so caught up in the intensity of his orgasm that he lost sense for a moment and shoved August’s head down further, wrapping his legs around his neck and rolling his hips as he rode out every crashing wave.
Black spots were dancing in his vision. His ears were ringing. And Quinn became acutely aware of how long it had been since he’d last had sex—or had a man whimpering around his cock—or had slept with August Snow—
“Shit!” Quinn uncrossed his legs and shoved August’s head up rougher than he meant to, but he was more worried that he had drowned the man or suffocated him. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry!”
When he saw the blood smeared on August’s face, Quinn thought he had seriously hurt him until more trickled from his nose and dribbled down to his chin. August didn’t seem to care that he was making a mess; he was blinking dazedly, looking lost in thought as he rubbed his throat, coughing.
“I mean,” August paused, coughing again to clear his scratchy voice. “It doesn’t tastegreat, but it’s doable.”
Fuck. Quinn had given August brain damage by depriving him of oxygen for too long—with his dick.
“You’re bleeding,” Quinn said stupidly.
“I know,” August replied. He grabbed a handful of blankets and used them to wipe his face. “Don’t care. It’s already stopping.”
Quinn rolled onto his stomach and was crawling toward the edge of the bed—aiming to retrieve a wet cloth from the bathroom—when August seized him by the waist and dragged him back.
“No,” said August. “It’s fine. I want to keep going.”
Ugh, this frustrating man. Quinn hadn’t missedthispart of August at all.
Quinn let out a soft sigh, his body still humming from the intensity of his orgasm. He reached under the pillow for the lube and condom tucked away there, handing them over to August with a lazy smile, then shifted to get comfortable. Cheek pressing into the cool fabric of the pillow, he lifted his ass slightly, inviting.
