46. Chapter 46
Chapter forty-six
Jake
Quinn’s words vibrated through Jake. He hesitated only a moment, then pulled his finger free, leaving Quinn open and ready on the bed. He hauled Quinn’s legs up on his shoulders as he positioned himself, lining up the head of his cock with the pink, slick entrance. As soon as he put any pressure behind it, he popped in, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Quinn, and starting the flow of precum down his shaft. In the dim, amber lights, it looked like liquid gold flowing over Quinn’s dick.
Jake pressed forward, burying himself deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, his bush pressing against Quinn’s taint. He looked down and made eye contact. “You good?”
Quinn nodded. “Best I’ve felt…in a long time.” His face was red, the flush creeping down his neck and halfway over his chest. But he grinned. “I thought…I was clear?” His breathing and his voice were both uneven, panting and grinding. “Fuck me. Now.”
The words landed heavy in Jake’s stomach, but he didn’t need telling a third time. Intense pleasure raced along his cock, and he made a mental note to check the brand of condoms Quinn had bought. It was still on when he looked, but it felt like absolutely nothing. He thrust back in, a little harder and faster, then back out. His hands tightened around Quinn’s calves, feeling every shift in his muscles, and before long he slapped against Quinn’s ass, pushing groaning breaths from his lungs and shoving the pillows to the side as he slid up, up, up the bed.
Quinn stroked himself steadily, and all the while, he kept his gaze fixed on Jake. Never still, always looking at a new part of his face, his body, but also never unbroken. Even as sweat beaded on his forehead. Even as his tongue lolled free of his mouth. Even as his belly caved in from the force of his breathing. Quinn stared up at him, and Jake let himself fall into those eyes, pale brown and vibrant in the colored light.
Slap slap slap. Jake let go of Quinn’s legs, letting them drape over his shoulders as he leaned forward, looming over Quinn. A little closer, a little more contact. He couldn’t thrust as deeply, but he leaned down and locked his mouth over Quinn’s. His tongue darted down and his lungs filled with the smell of sweat and musk and toothpaste and clean skin.
Quinn said something into Jake’s mouth, and Jake pulled back enough that he could speak. “Come again?”
“Ex-exactly.” Quinn’s gaze went unfocused and the red blush in his face deepened almost unnaturally. “Cum. Cumming.”
Jake straightened up, pulled carefully out of Quinn’s hole—that won him a strangled moan from Quinn—then got down on his knees and wrapped his lips around Quinn’s head. Just as it throbbed. Just as his balls pulled up tight. Just as the panting and moaning petered out and Quinn’s back arched up and musky heat splashed out into Jake’s mouth. Spurt after spurt of cum, coating his tongue and clinging to his teeth, pulsing out and pooling until, after seven or eight shots, Quinn’s body relaxed into a mess of loose muscles and sharp, ragged breathing. His softening cock slid out and Jake swallowed the load, then peeled off his condom and started stroking.
“Cum. On me.” Quinn looked completely spent, and his words were weak, but he’d definitely said them. His head rolled slightly to the side so he made eye contact. “Chest. Belly. Face. Whatever. I want it.”
The options and fantasies pushed him up to the edge, imagining what Quinn would look like spattered in white. But he had enough presence of mind through the horny haze to at least be reasonable as he walked up, stroking carefully up and down as he approached Quinn’s face. “You’re sure? I don’t have to.”
Quinn licked his lips in response, then opened his mouth, showing off his pink tongue and bright, white teeth, and Jake stared down, the pressure building in his balls.
“I’m close…” But close was an understatement. As he finished off the word, the wave surged up. His knees quivered as the first blast of cum shot out across Quinn’s neck, his chest, then his chin, his cheek, then across his nose, then clinging to his earlobe. The final, weak spurt leaked out, dripping onto Jake’s fingers. When he looked down at Quinn, a burst of arousal rushed through him, trying to stiffen his dick straight back up. His face, still red and sweaty, with hair matted to his forehead, streaked in thick white as the scent of cum hung wild and heavy in the air…perfect.
Quinn wiped a bit of it away that had gotten too close to his eye, then sat up and grinned. Wide. Unrestrained. “How do I look?”
“You’ve got something here.” Jake gestured to his cheek. Then his nose. “And here.” His ear. “And here. You know, might be easier if you head to the bathroom. Use the mirror.”
“You must have been saving that up for a while.”
Quinn got up and, as he walked past, Jake grabbed his wrist and spun him around, pulling him close. He leaned in for a kiss, catching a splatter of his own cum on his upper lip. When he pulled away, he sighed. “Thank you. I think…we should give this a try.”
Quinn’s smile somehow grew even wider. “And all it took was sitting on your face. Wish I’d known it was the easy to solve things.”
Jake nodded at the wise words. “You have my permission to sit on my face any time you want.” His tongue darted up and he snagged the last bit of his own cum that had transferred over. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up. Don’t want to get your new pillowcases covered in cum stains.”