Chapter 8
My body felt like it was on cloud nine. Every inch of me was both on fire and wrapped in plastic. I couldn't even describe how good I felt, but it was enough to make me grin. Whatever Quincy had given me was good shit. And he was no better. He leaned back, a smile on his face as he rambled on about something. I couldn't keep track of what we were talking about, but I assumed it was some show or cartoon.
"Me and Harlow used to watch that all the time," he muttered.
I leaned forward to take the beer from his hand. "So, like, you two fuck, right? You and Harlow?"
Quincy blinked at me, before his eyes narrowed. "What?"
"I'm just saying. The way you look at him, the way he calls and you come running." He'd told me all about what happened before we met that first night, what he had been doing before. Murder was not my thing, but I could see it was Quincy's. And he'd left to answer his married best friend's call. Shit was sus. "You two fuck. Or used to."
Quincy scoffed. "I ain't fucking Harlow."
"Then you want to," I pointed out.
He stared at me, his eyes wide. "I—I don't want that! He's married. The man's got a kid! He's?—"
"Unavailable, but you still want him."
Quincy glared at me. "Shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you're talking about."
"I do," I said. "Maybe I'm not book smart. I probably never will be. But I can read people. It's the same reason I ran away from my father, same reason I won't call Benito to bail me out, and the exact same reason why I know that you want to slide your dick inside your best friend's tight, hot?—"
A pillow slammed into my face. I coughed, whether it was from the force of the impact or the dust, I had no idea. We had made our way back to Quincy's apartment and I was glad to be somewhere dark, quiet, and out of the real world. But the place was still filthy and I wanted to set it on fire and watch it burn to ash. Was that so much to ask?
"Keep talking and your ass is going to be out on the street," Quincy threatened.
I threw my hands up. "Hey, I was just calling it like I see it." Grinning, I crawled across the floor to him so I could steal the second joint he'd just sparked up. "This shit is so good. Tastes like California."
He grunted. "It is." When I reached out for it, he pulled back. "I have a contact out there that gets me the good stuff. It's better than anything here."
"Yeah, it is," I said, reaching for the joint again. "Come on, gimme."
"No," he said, shoving a foot into my chest with his sneaker. "Back the fuck off."
"No."
"I swear to god, Blake."
"What are you going to do?"
"Kick your ass," he snapped.
I raised a brow. "You could try."
Quincy's grin unnerved me more than it comforted me. "You say that, but you have no idea who I am. The people I run with, the family I've grown up with? Yeah, you’d be crazy to fuck with me."
"More mafia?" I groaned. "Great."
"Yakuza," he said.
I blinked at him. Seriously, the yakuza. The most I'd heard about them was from TV, movies, and video games, not real life. But here Quincy was, saying he was a part of them. I took him in, his demeanor and how he acted and frowned. No, I didn't think he was telling a lie. If anything, the missing part of his pinky now made a whole lot of sense.
"Really? That's fucking insane," I said. "Do you like it?"
Quincy took a long, deep inhale of his joint and shrugged. He kept his foot in my chest as he searched my face. "It's all right. I mean, it's my life." When I didn't say anything, he scoffed. "What? You want me to give you some daring tales of adventure and danger or something?"
"Nah," I said. "I just want the joint."
He took another inhale. "Too bad. You stole one from me before, and I've shared enough. Fuck off."
No way was I going to take no for an answer. After the time I was having in New York, all I wanted was to disappear from the face of the planet and pretend my life wasn't a giant shit show. I shoved his foot off of me and crawled up his lap. When I sat on him, he stared, but didn't push me off.
"Give me a drag." I groaned as I traced my fingers over his chest, giving him my best seductive smile. "Just one more."
"You really think that look works on anyone?"
I pressed my chest against his. "Works on plenty of people. Just not you for some reason."
"Well, I like my men a lot more direct," he said. "Not some goddamn crybaby twink that's gonna lie under me and moan and cry like a little bitch. Ain't into it."
I raised a brow as he said that. Really? Quincy might have been high as hell, but what I heard was that he wasn't so much a top, but a bottom. I'd had men use me plenty of times, plowing my holes as frantically and hard as they could while I pretended to be into it. But he seemed different. Quincy wasn't what he appeared.
"Yeah?" I asked. "And do you like your men stuffed into your asshole?"
Quincy choked on the cloud of smoke in his lungs. He coughed hard, leaning over and panting as he tried to draw in another blessed lungful of air. Instead, I watched as he clawed at the ground and tried to regain himself. The laugh that fell from my lips drew a scornful look, and I covered my mouth with the back of my hand to chuckle at him.
"Get off me," Quincy growled.
"No." I ground my hips down. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was meeting my crazy father, or maybe it was being exiled from the only home I'd ever known, but I was itching for trouble. I wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed his brown skin. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing," Quincy spat out.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Cuz you like to take it up the ass, don't you? Bet it's been a while for you. I mean, you're always supposed to be the tough one, right? The one on top?" I glanced around his apartment. "This place already lets me know so much about your personality. You are definitely not in control, Quincy."
"I'm plenty in control," he growled, his hand going around my neck in return. "So shut the hell up."
"No."
He grabbed my arms and I fell to the ground. As we fought, his legs went around mine and I shifted until I was on top of him. The feeling of our skin rubbing together, the friction of our clothes as they collided, the feeling of his breath against my flesh whenever he panted, was enough to send me over the deep end. I sat up as I got on top and shoved his legs apart until I was firmly buried between them. He grunted, his hands trying to push me off, but I wasn't letting him do that either.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you really that turned on by me?"
Quincy glared. "What the hell is your problem?"
I grinned. "Mommy issues. Daddy issues." I shrugged. “So many problems.”
My fingers slipped over his chest, and I admired the way his pecs strained the white graffiti shirt he wore. Even his nipples were hard, two firm peaks pressing against the fabric of his tee. I dragged my fingers down and lifted the shirt before I pushed my nails over his skin right back up to his nipples. There was a huge scar nestled in the middle of his chest. Fascinated, I dragged my nails over it too. The moan that escaped Quincy's lips was almost enough to make me nut right then and there. Instead, I grinned and leaned down closer to him.
"Come on, take your pants off," I teased. "You clearly want it."
"You don't know what I want," Quincy snapped. "But I'll fucking tell you. You want me? Take my pants off yourself."
Quincy's words felt like a challenge, and I never could turn down a challenge. I reached down and undid the snap of his jeans. The sound echoed through the room as I moved on and tugged down his zipper. Once it was open, it felt like there was a line drawn in the sand. A threshold that we shouldn't cross. I knew it was idiotic to go forward. Quincy and I could barely stand each other. There was something that made me go forward though. An urge that I couldn't stuff down now that I was high and dreamy.
I gripped the sides of Quincy's pants and ripped them down his thighs. Smooth, brown skin greeted me in response and I licked my lips involuntarily. He had the perfect mix of features that complimented his face. Japanese and black. I loved the way he looked, thought he was hot honestly, but would I ever tell Quincy that? No way in hell. He was stuck up on a good day, and the man didn't need me or anyone else inflating his sense of ego.
When I threw his pants away, he grunted. Our eyes met, and I took in the sight of him. Without thinking, I reached out and removed his boxers as well. As soon as his cock popped free, my mouth salivated like he was a choice cut of ribeye and I was starving to death. Glinting in the overhead lights was a metal ring in the head of his cock. That’s insane. Kinda love it. Yeah, I had definitely gone without for way too long. I leaned forward, letting my body lead me before I wrapped my lips around his already semi-hard cock.
"Fuck!" He groaned. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Enjoying myself," I said as I came up and stared at him. "You told me to take your pants off, I did. What are you complaining about now?"
Quincy opened his mouth and shut it just as fast. Oh, so there is a way to make him shut the hell up. I grinned as I lowered my head again and took his entire length down my throat. It was something I was good at, making a cock disappear. I mean, I'd had to be to survive. Now, it seemed as if Quincy was enjoying my talent just as much as every other man I had serviced over the course of my life. It should have bothered me, but it didn't when it came to Quincy. Honestly, I enjoyed watching the way his back bowed and his breathing quickened. I reached a hand up, shoving his shirt over his nipples until they were exposed; two hard peaks of brown flesh that begged to be licked, sucked, and nipped appeared.
Soon. I'll get to you soon.
"Deeper." Quincy groaned. "Come on. If you're gonna do this shit, really fuck me up," he growled.
I stared him in the eyes and took him down to the balls. The groan that echoed from his throat bordered on feral. Thick fingers dug into my hair, squeezing and scraping over my scalp as I puffed out my cheeks and sucked them back in again. The sound of my lips around his cock, wet and eager, filled the room. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared back at me, needy and pleading without saying a word.
Submissive and breedable.
The thought popped into my head on a whim and I chuckled around his dick. It was a stupid thought, but for some reason, at that moment, that was how Quincy looked. The man was hot, I couldn't deny that. But I definitely didn't expect him to be the type to get a blowjob on his back while looking like he craved more.
Quincy tossed his arm over his mouth to muffle his moans. That only made the needy look in his eyes grow. By the time I pulled up, a string of saliva connecting me to him, his eyes were lined with tears. Probably from holding back so hard. I licked my lips before I reached forward and shoved his hand away. When his mouth opened, I stuffed three fingers inside.
"Suck, bitch," I moaned.
Quincy's cock jumped. Huh, one little command, and he was getting even more turned on? I slid my fingers deeper into his mouth until he gagged on them. Saliva flooded my hand, slicking up my fingers. I pulled them free from his mouth.
"Turn over."
"Don't tell me what to do," he bit back.
I raised a brow. "You want to fuck me instead? Trust me, you couldn't afford how much it would cost."
Before I knew it, Quincy was slamming me onto the ground. A laugh fell from my lips. He grabbed my fingers and pushed them between his ass cheeks as he straddled me. I stared up at him as he glowered back at me.
"Never said I wanted that. But you're going to fuck me the way I want."
My heart skipped a beat. "What?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"You heard me. Take your cock out."
I fumbled with my slacks, only having one hand available to use. When I opened them up and fished my cock out, Quincy was quick to knock my hand away and rub the head of my dick against his hole. I sucked in a breath.
"No lube? No condom?" I asked.
Quincy tilted his head. "I like it to hurt a little. And why? You got something?"
I shook my head. "Nah, I get tested religiously."
"Yeah? Same," Quincy said. "At least you're smart there."
"I feel like you're insulting me."
"Oh, I definitely was."
Before I could tell him to go fuck himself, Quincy did just that. He lowered his weight until he impaled himself on my cock. The stretch of his tight hole around my dick was enough to draw a groan from my lips. Heat enveloped my flesh. I felt like I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of Quincy. I reached out and grabbed one of his cheeks, shoving him down even further.
"More," I moaned.
"I'm trying," Quincy grunted. "This shit ain't easy without, you know, lube."
"I asked?—"
"Yeah, yeah, I know what I said." He placed both hands on my chest. "Shut up and let me adjust. Hold still."
I sucked in a breath, but holding still wasn't going to remain an option for very long. He felt too good. All I wanted to do was stay in my hazy little happy cloud and thrust up into him until I stuffed his hole with my cum. Just thinking about it made me buck upwards. Quincy cried out, his head falling back before he snapped forward and glared at me.
"Look here, baby girl. I'm trying to?—"
"Oh, shut up," I said.
I rolled us over and thrust into him harder. The sound of his cries did something to me. A big man like Quincy falling apart underneath me? God, it was the greatest fucking drug in the world. I wanted to drown and die in this pleasure, in his body. I cried out as well, planting my hands on the floor as I drove into him repeatedly. My breathing quickened as it sawed in and out of my lungs.
"Blake," Quincy groaned. "Yes, fuck. Harder," he moaned. "Come on, do it harder. Is that it? Really?"
"You talk a lot of shit!" I growled.
"Then be better," he answered.
I grabbed Quincy's legs and shoved them up into the air before I bent him in half. As shock made his eyes widen to the size of saucers, I grinned. He looked so good like this, I could easily become addicted to the sight. On top of that, he'd dyed his hair pink. It looked good against his brown skin. The color did nothing but make him look even better.
Our faces were so close to each other I could feel his breath on my face. An instinct I never had before washed over me. I wanted to lean down and leave a kiss on his lips. But I stopped myself right before our lips met.
That wasn't what we had or who we were. I knew this was just sex. Hot, wild, high sex. We both needed a release and we were going to get one. There was no need to complicate it with things like emotions. That little kiss in the alley was a fluke, something to get me out of my state of shock. Besides, I was only here until I could figure out my shit and the heat died down in California. And then I was going to go back home and forget any of this had ever happened.
"Blake, come on," he moaned, licking his lips. "You stopped. Fuck me, already."
"You're so demanding," I said, a smile tugging at my lips.
"That a problem?"
I shook my head. "Nah. I like it."
I couldn't bring myself to tell him that he'd stolen some of my firsts. He was the first man I'd ever topped. And the first man that I had ever without a condom. Even when I wasn't working and just having random hookups or moments with my exes, I had never forgone that step. That barrier. It was like a protective shield between me and the emotions that might tie me to another person. The only connection I needed was my mother. She needed me. I didn't have time for anything else.
"You feel so good," Quincy mumbled, his eyes unfocused as he reached up and stroked my cheek. "Damn, never thought you would do it better than the men I've had in the past."
I stiffened before I picked up speed, slamming into Quincy. "Don't talk about fucking other dudes when I'm inside you."
He panted, shaking his head. "Fuck, sorry. Shit!" He tried to shove me away, but I stayed pressed against him. "Your dick feels so good, I don't even know what I'm saying."
That drew another smile to the surface. I couldn't help it. Quincy was an asshole and a mess, but being inside of him while he fell apart was heaven. My balls tightened and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out too much longer. This was amazing. Feeling him, raw with no filter, it was overwhelming. Quincy clinched around my cock and I tweaked one of his nipples. He threw his head back, shifting his hips down to meet each and every last one of my thrusts.
Oh fuck, he's going to kill me.
And I didn't even care. I bent him in half more, my body moving on auto pilot as pleasure took over my senses. The sound that worked up my throat and spilled out bordered on animalistic. I glanced down. Quincy had a hand wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it hard and fast as he stared back at me.
"Cum in my ass," he moaned. "Come on, baby girl. Fill me up. I need it."
"You need me to breed your hole?"
Quincy stared at me before he swore, twitched, and came so hard it covered his abdomen and shot onto my face. I grinned, wiped his cum from my cheek, and fed it back to him. As soon as I shoved in deeper and picked up speed, I knew I was done for. I saw lights as I filled him, my body shivering and shaking. When I finally came back to reality, I was still buzzing. Quincy stared up at me, his lips pressed together for once.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He grunted. "You gonna stay in me or what?"
I felt electricity lace up my spine. What he said, how he said it, irritated me. I pulled out and a river of my cum dripped from his reddened hole. I wanted nothing more than to shove my tongue inside of him and push it all back in. Instead, I stood up.
"I'm going to bed," I said.
Quincy glanced up at me. "Yeah."
When he didn't say anything else, I shoved my wall back into place. I made my way to the bathroom to clean up while my mind reeled. What the hell is wrong with me? I turned on the shower and once it was hot, I climbed in and stared off into space. My life was a mess. I had a father that was looking for me, a semi-roommate that I had just fucked, and the cops on my ass.
What else could possibly go wrong?