Not exactly worthy ofCasanova, was it?
All the same, Quinn beamedat me. “I’venoticed,” he said, his hand trailing down to demonstrate that he knew where itwas, too.
I didn’t have the heartto stop him when he shuffled down my body, or to resist when he nudged me toroll onto my back. My cock was already responding, blood rushing south andmaking my head spin.
He’d never done this before.He’d never done it before, and he wanted to do it withme.
I was torn between beinghonored and terrified. What if I put him off it for life?
“This is so much bigger whenyou’re up close,” he said, the faintest tremble in his voice.
The last thing I wanted wasfor him to be nervous about this. My first time was so deep in the distant pastthat remembering it was a lost cause, butheshouldn’t have had to benervous.
On the other hand, I didn’t want him tostop.
“Take your time,” I saidinstead. “You don’t have to get all of it in your mouth. Probably couldn’t evenif you wanted to.”
“I have a pretty big mouth,”Quinn said. The irony made me laugh.
Quinn held his tongue abouteverything.I, on the other hand, really did have a big mouth.
Reaching out, I stroked mythumb over his lips, smiling as his tongue darted out to lick me. Practice madeperfect, didn’tit?
“You have a perfect mouth.There’s not an inch of you that isn’t perfect.”
It should have been toomuch, too sincere, but Quinnglowedwhen I said it, and who was I todeny him praise he so richly deserved?
“Men would die for theselips,” I added. If I was letting it all out, might as well go the whole way. “Especiallyto see themwrapped around their cock.”
Quinn’s eyes sparkled.“Would you take a bullet for me?”
“That’s kind of the deal,love,” I said.
“But you’re not mybodyguard. You’re not even hereasa bodyguard.”
I shook my head. “That’s not thedeal I mean.”
And thatwastoomuch, too close to showing him my heart and begging him to take it.
That was madness. But I’d seen Quinn athis most vulnerable, sobbing in my arms, terrified that his life was about tobe over if I didn’t solve this case, and I wanted to solve it. For him. Becausethe thought of seeing him hurt was unbearable.
Because—
“Fuck.”
Whatever thought I’d been about tohave left my head as Quinn licked the underside of my rapidly-hardening cock.
He paused, looking up at mewith a combination of uncertainty and pride in his eyes, gorgeous mouth poisedover me.
Iwasgoing to diefor him, but not the way I’d meant it. He was going to kill me outright doingthis.
“More or less like that,” Isaid in a rush, head pounding.
The way Quinn’s face lit upcould have been the end of me. My heart was going to give out any second, toomuch excitement to handle.
Quinn hummed, pressing akiss to the base and then mouthing his way up the shaft as I watched, helplessto do anything else. He shifted his position, leaning to the side, twistingaround just far enough for me to see his cock hard between his legs, strainingtoward his belly, the first bead of precome still pearling at the tip.
He was soearnest. Soclearly enjoying this for the sake of it that I couldn’t look away, splitting myattention between his mouth and his gorgeous cock, the head darkening as Iwatched, his free hand trailing down his belly so he could play with himself.
