45. Chapter 45
Chapter forty-five
Quinn
Quinn hungrily took Jake’s cock all the way to the back of his throat. His eyes watered, but he held there, working his tongue in spirals up and down before sliding back off, sucking as hard as he could. His hands slid up Jake’s calves and thighs, up into his bush, across the hard canyons and ridges of his abs, then back down. Desperation, touching every inch of Jake available as he bobbed up and down, high on the salty precum flooding his mouth.
Jake’s hands slipped lower and Quinn readied himself to be held in place, pushed farther, deeper. Jake gripped his shoulders and pressed until Quinn lifted away, which shot a cold lance of nerves through Quinn’s stomach. “Something wrong?”
Jake shook his head, that soft smile spreading across his flushed face. “I don’t want to have all the fun. Or finish too fast.” He patted his cheeks with both hands. “I do want to eat your ass before we fuck, though. If you’re cool with that.”
The ice vanished and Quinn chuckled, then got up on shaky knees and climbed in the bed. “You’re sure? I know you offered before, but no shame in backing out. I know it’s not everyone’s thing.”
“Maybe not, but it’s mine.” He carefully slid his tongue across his lips, and flames burned deep in his blue eyes. Animal. Hungry. Begging. Just holding that gaze for a few seconds burned and bubbled Quinn’s belly. So intense and so open. That hot, bright expression suppressed any potential jolt of shame as Quinn climbed up, past Jake’s belly and chest, hovering above his face.
Jake gripped him around the waist and pulled until he was all the way down, cheeks spread. Warmth and heat and moisture prodded at his hole, lapping at the sensitive skin, and his muscles threatened to turn gelatinous. Quinn had to grip the headboard to keep from totally collapsing as Jake’s tongue ran circles around his hole, working at the opening over and over, never relenting. Slight stubble rubbed the insides of Quinn’s ass cheeks with every tiny shift.
“Fuck me. Oh fuck. God damn.” The room melted away around Quinn. Was it warm? Cool? Loud? Quiet? He had no clue. His existence began at his hole and ended at Jake’s tongue, and his whole being pulsed with ecstatic agony. He couldn’t take another minute without exploding into a million disparate bits, but he also couldn’t imagine letting it stop. Jake’s tongue worked him over masterfully, and he never once squirmed or slowed or tried to move Quinn. Everything was focused on Quinn’s hole, and when Jake pressed in and the ring of muscles parted, he made a sound he was pretty sure he’d never have pegged as himself if he heard it in a recording. Certainly not anything he’d ever made before.
With that sound, his attention expanded back out, as though he could sense the entire room all at once. He slowly lifted himself up, taking care that his weak muscles, shaking with the glory and passion, didn’t give out. Jake may have welcomed some face-sitting, but his tailbone would still probably break Jake’s nose if he fell.
Jake wriggled out from underneath him, got to his feet, and grabbed gently around Quinn’s biceps. “You good? Need a break?”
Quinn shook his head and half-flopped down onto his back. “I need to get fucked.”
Jake chuckled and reached down, stroking his cock. It went from hard to harder as his hand slid up and down. “I can do that.”
Quinn struggled to get his breath. So many sensations, all bombarding him at once. But Jake was the core of it all, an anchor, gravity in the vast expanse of everything. Quinn gestured lackadaisically toward the nightstand. “Condoms. Lube. Though I’m pretty wet and open already.”
“I do my best.” Jake opened the drawer and pulled out a string of condoms, all still attached, and a purple and white bottle of lube. And a receipt. He raised an eyebrow at it. “You bought these today?”
Shit. Quinn shrugged. “I was hopeful.”
“So you put together this whole thing? Left your phone with me so you could get me in the sack?”
No. Just so we could talk things out. The rest was…just in case. “I—”
Jake pressed his finger to Quinn’s lips, sealing them shut. “That was naughty. You’re a bad boy.”
Quinn’s stomach clenched, but not from tension. Anticipation. When Jake finally pulled his finger back, Quinn swallowed. “You’re not mad?”
“Mad that you care enough to set up an elaborate ruse for my own benefit, then sat on my face and let me go to town on your butt?” He shook his head, then tore one of the condoms from the strip and ripped the package open. “I’m impressed, actually. Not a lot of guys have ever been willing to do that kind of thing for me.” He rolled the condom on, almost like the sex was an afterthought to what he wanted to say. “I always wanted that kind of big, bombastic display from someone. I guess I just attract the kind of guy with a different love language.”
As Jake gripped his ankles and raised his legs, exposing his hole, Quinn rolled his eyes. “Love languages are all bullshit anyway. You just dated guys who didn’t treat you the way you deserve.” Big shows of affection. I’ll remember that. Even if it felt self-serving to Quinn, putting effort in was apparently what Jake wanted, needed. Any sort of extra connection was a boon, and as much as Jake kept reminding him that he deserved better, Jake deserved better. Jake deserved anything Quinn could provide.
Pressure at his hole stopped his thoughts. Not pressure for long. The lube on Jake’s finger—and the eating out—let him slide in quickly. Circling, pressing against the edges of his hole, widening him. Quinn groaned and leaned back against his pillows, allowing the flames to lick up inside of him, fed by Jake’s ministrations, and fill up his head and chest.
When Jake brushed against that spot, the fire raged, clouding his vision. When it cleared, Quinn was gripping his shaft and stroking, and words came out unbidden. Not unwelcome, but not a conscious choice. “Fuck me. Now.”