Quinn’s hot, softtongue pressed flat against the head of my cock made me hiss at the sudden wetheat, a wave of pleasure rolling through me so forcefully that it made my headache.
“Is this really sensitive?”Quinn asked, lips hovering a scant quarter-inch above me.
“Yes,” I gritted out,eyes widening as his tongue moved toward the slit, gasping as he made contact.He glanced up at me, all long, dark lashes and deep eyes, and then, withoutanother moment’s warning, wrapped his lips around the head of my cock.
I had to bite down on myhand to stop from screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Quinn chuckled around me,and that only made itworse, clever tongue seeking out sensitive spotsand exploiting them mercilessly. All I could do was stare up at the ceiling asthe world spun around me, moaning eagerly as I listened to the obscene littlenoises he was making.
“Don’t hurt your throat,love,” I panted, reaching out to touch his jaw. “Use your hand instead.”
Eyes half-lidded, Quinnhummed his acknowledgment around my cock and shifted again, crouching over meso I had a full view of the way he was stroking his own cock as he took hold ofmine.
A spurt of precome spilledout of me as he put a little pressure just behind my balls, my hips jerking,stomach bottoming out at the same moment. Ohno.
Quinn might not have had alot of experience, but he was making up for it with curiosity and enthusiasm.Even when he pulled back to catch his breath he managed to make it good, pinktongue resting against the head of my cock, the promise ofmorelingering there.
He lapped eagerly as Istarted leaking, balls tight and belly tense, orgasm building deep in my gut asI watched him work. This was good. This wasincredible, and I couldhardly believe that the tiny, sweet little pop star I’d been dancing around allweek was giving me the best blowjob of my life, despite it being his first.
He wanted to do it and hewanted to begoodat it. That made all the difference.
There was no respite. Nobreak for me, his hand and his mouth working, always exploring and testing, bringingme right to the brink until he got bored with making me squirm one way and thensearched for another. Curious fingers slipped back further, brushing over myhole, a desperate gasp and moan escaping me as he circled it.
My face burned as he looked upat me again, and the little smirk on his face only made it worse.
“Interesting,” he said, andnothing more.
I would have let him fuck meif he’dasked. Right here, right now, he could have had anything he wanted, and I wasn’tsure heunderstoodthat, couldn’t tell whetheror not he knew how strong the spell he’d cast over me was. Either way, I didn’tknow if I was relieved or disappointed that he didn’t push.
There was nothing I couldthink of that I wouldn’t have given him.
My fingers plunged deep intohis hair as he went back to work, stroking with one hand and sucking on thehead of my cock, eyes closed, tiny moans rippling around me as if he was havingthe time of his life.
I couldn’t hold out. Notany longer, not to this. The urge to come was overwhelming, filling me up fromthe soles of my feet to the tips of my fingers, my whole body tense and readyto snap.
A warning tug on his hairmade him look up at me. Blood spilled into my mouth from my bitten lip, thecoppery tang doing nothing to slow down the bolting horse of my orgasm, racingdown my spine from the back of my neck, my hips arching off the bed.
Quinn let the head of mycock fall from his mouth with a pop and pushed the whole length up against mybelly, skimming his palm along it in one hard stroke that ended in me burstingall over my own skin and his hand, vision whiting out as he pushed down behindmy balls, milking a second wave out of me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My toes curled to the pointof making my feet cramp, hips jerking up against Quinn’s hand, my cock twitchingagainst me as it spilled another spurt over both of us.
And then, like a rubber bandsnapping, all the tension drained out of me and I collapsed back onto themattress, panting for breath.
I came back to my sensesjust in time to watch Quinn finish himself off, kneeling between my legs,tugging on his cock and then crying out as a thick ribbon of come spilledforth, half of it catching on his fingers, the other half dripping onto theoversensitive skin of my inner thigh.
All I could manage for longmoments was to stare at him.
I kept staring as he bentdown, hovering over my stomach. I watched with my mouth hanging open as helicked at the mess I’d made of myself.
Quinn paused, tasting melike I was a fine wine, and then made a tiny, pleased sound and sat back again.“Iwas scared of choking,” he said.
Laughter welled up in mychest, pouring out of me before I could stop it. Not laughter at Quinn, but atmyself, at this whole situation, at the improbability of having come to thispoint.
Joy expanded in my chest asthough someone was blowing it up like a balloon. I wasn’t sure I could contain it,that I wouldn’t burst with it. The sheer, uncomplicated happiness of being withsomeone who was fun, and gorgeous, and who’d been eager to suck my cock after I’dtold him my life story. A life story that even I thought was too miserable to sharewith the people I was closest to.
