It’d never been like thisbefore. It’d been desperate and quick and a little uncomfortable. Hot enough toput up with, even to seek out from time to time, but not likethis.
Burning need flared in thepit of my stomach, my legs tightening around Quinn’s waist to encourage him.
I wanted more. I wanted himto give me everything and then some.
“You look like you’re havinga great time,” Quinn said, pausing his hips but stroking up and down my cocklike he was polishing silverware. The tip of his thumb teased my foreskin, pullingit back and forth, taking advantage of the sensitivity to stop me from beingable to come up with an answer.
Lost for words because I hadthe most beautiful man I’d ever seen six inches up my arse and playing withmy cock.
Another jerk of Quinn’s hips, harderthis time, and I saw stars. His technique was nonexistent, but enthusiasm morethan made up for it.
“Are you always this tight?”he asked. “AmIalways this tight?”
“Hard to make a judgmentaboutalwaysyet, darling,” I said. “But Ihope I feel half as good as you do.”
The hand on my stomach skimmedup to my shoulder, curling around it and gripping tight. Quinn rocked his hipsagain, slow and steady, changing angles to get even deeper. All I could do waslie back and take it, stars bursting in front of my eyes.
“Please,” I gasped withoutmeaning to. “Quinn,please.”
“Please what?” he asked. At first,I thought he was teasing, but I realized a moment later that he was unsure.
This was his first time. Heneeded a little instruction.
“Please fuck me like yourlife depends on it?” I tried. My puppy eyes weren’t nearly as good as his, butI hoped they’d do the trick.
Quinn’s throat bobbedas he swallowed, his hips twitching and sending off a little cascade of sparksinside me. I didn’t do thisnearlyoften enough.
I hoped he was enjoying itas much as I was, because I didn’t want this to be the last time. I didn’t even wantit to be the last timetoday, if he was up for it.
He moved again, gasping atthe peak of each stroke, his back arching toward me as he bottomed out. Eyesdrifting closed and lips parted, he was the image of pleasure.
I could have watched himlike this for hours, rocking into me, stoking the furnace of need building inmy gut. My cock streaming precome over his fingers, the bed creaking underneathus.
After so many hours on thebike today my thighs were already screaming at me, but it didn’t stop mewrapping them tighter, pulling him closer.
Quinn gave in easily,leaning forward as I reached out to drag him in, my hand curling around theback of his neck. I needed to taste him, to kiss the sighs out of his mouth, toget as much of him as possible.
“Fox,” he murmured againstmy lips, hips speeding up, breath coming in short pants. My belly clenched ashe moved harder and faster, a tight bubble of need building there, tugging atmy navel.
“You feel so good,” Iwhispered back, sealing our lips together. My legs tangled with his as we foundthe perfect rhythm between us, heartbeats falling into sync. Skin rubbingagainst skin, leaving both of us sensitive, Quinn gasping as my hands roamedalong his sides, fingers digging deep into the flesh of his arse to pull himcloser.
A brokenFoxand asudden jerk of his hips told me he was just as painfully close as I was, theurge to come building to a sharp point in the pit of my stomach, balls achingwith it. It hung between us like rolling thunder in the air, a slow, rumblingbuild that neither of us could stop. That neither of uswantedto stop.
Thinking of anything otherthan Quinn coming inside me was impossible. My whole being wanted it, thedesperate jerk of his hips as his cock twitched and spilled over, the exactpitch of the gasp he made when he finished.
“I want you to come,” Ibegged against his lips. “Please, Quinn.”
He nodded, kissing his waydown my jaw and rocking harder, hips twisting at the end of every stroke. Quinnburied his face against my neck, lips parted, hot breath ghosting over thesensitive skin there, a shiver of lust running from the base of my neck to thebottom of my spine.
“Please darling,” I mumbled,tongue thick and awkward. “Please.”
The urgency was killing me,an ache in the very core of my being, an itch I couldn’t quite scratch. I neededhim to come.
“Gonna,” Quinn pantedagainst my neck. His hips sped up as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along myjaw, gasping and groaning at the end of each thrust. His gorgeous little arsetensed up, even with my fingers sunk deep into the flesh, a sure sign that hewas teetering on the edge.
I saw stars as he bit downon my lip, the bruising jerk of his hips building for another three heartbeatsbefore that sweet little gasp I’d come to adore passed his lips.
An electric rush of pleasureshuddered through me as I felt him come. My own cock twitched as he finished,spurting between us. Pleasure blinded me as it hit, my back arching, hipsbucking against him as my eyes screwed closed and I cried out, a broken moantearing from my throat.
