Chapter 28 #2
“I figured Hayes could use a break from all your incoherent babbling while I fuck you,” I say with a laugh, my abs bunching under his tongue as he traces the indents.
“And all of them hearing it is so much better?”
“They can press their ears to the door and listen in for all I care; it’s nothing I don’t hear through their walls too.”
“The things I didn’t need to know,” he bemuses, and when I look down, I find his nose wrinkled in disgust. “I guess it’s another reason I should be grateful Hayes doesn’t usually have guests.”
“You really wanna keep talking about our roommates’ sex lives right now?” I counter, my hand anchoring in the back of his hair. “Because I’d much rather you be an active, vocal participant in ours.”
A devilish grin breaks out over his face and he goes back to the task at hand: driving me absolutely mad with that sinful mouth of his.
He continues his path down my body, biting and licking and kissing a path to my cock, only to take a detour around it until he’s trailing them down my inner thigh.
I’m arching off the bed, desperate and needy for his mouth, his hand, fucking something.
Anything would be better than this torture he’s putting me through right now.
But he doesn’t budge.
Which is why he hasn’t even had the chance to wrap his lips around my cock before I’ve had enough of his games.
“We’re not doing this anymore,” I growl, gripping his shoulders and shoving him off me. He’s stomach down on the bed when I flip around and slide between his legs behind him. My hand presses down on his spine, keeping his ass up as I tease my finger down his crease.
“Someone’s getting impatient,” he teases, but there’s nothing funny about the torture he’s going to receive as payback.
He’s one to talk with the way he’s arching into my touch when the pad of my finger swirls around his rim.
“You really don’t wanna play games with me right now, babe,” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to one cheek, then the other. “That’s one thing I can promise you.”
He lets out a sharp laugh that quickly turns into a gasp when I surprise him by burying my face between his cheeks, lapping at the sensitive bud.
My tongue spears through the rim without preamble, and his body bucks off the bed, a guttural groan ripping from his throat.
It spurs me on more, knowing he’s enjoying what I’m doing.
My left hand grips his hip, holding him in place as I continue my torment. Slipping the right between his thighs, I take his cock and give him long, slow jacks as I nip and bite at his ass.
Harsh, ragged breaths leave him as my tongue prods his rim before backing off again, never giving him quite enough for his liking while I devour him.
“FuckingholyJesusGod,” he moans, ass pressing back against my face.
“I told you that you didn’t want to play games with me right now,” I growl, my teeth sinking into one cheek before my palm cracks against the smooth skin. He jolts again, and I feel the telltale pulse of his cock in my fist.
He’s loving this.
My mouth covers him again, licking at his puckered rim until saliva slides down his crack and drips onto the bed. His hips rut forward, seeking the friction my hand provides before pressing back against my tongue some more.
“Oh, God. Just like that, baby,” he pants, taking me from both ends.
I love when he isn’t shy about taking what he needs from me to feel good. I love a lot of things about Quinn, actually, but it’s gotta be one of my favorites.
My train of thought causes me to falter for a split second, my movements stuttering before returning to normal again.
A throbbing ache weighs down my balls, and I realize this is turning me on just as much as it is him. I’m all kinds of keyed up, and the need to be inside him is dire.
Ripping my body away from him, I grab for the lube in my bedside table and quickly coat my cock with it. He watches me over his shoulder, ass still in the air and a sinful, lusty look in his eyes, only making me want him more.
With absolutely zero finesse, I line myself up with his hole, slipping through the rim with ease, and tunnel home until I’m bottomed out inside him.
A soft groan comes from Quinn at the same moment I let out a sigh of relief.
As great as sex is with him, all hot and explosive, one of my favorite parts is the first time I enter him completely. The sighs that come from him, the way his ass grips and clenches around me as he adjusts to my size. There’s nothing like it.
Sometimes, I almost want to be on the receiving end of it.
And there it is again, another thought causing my movements to stumble, only this time, I power through, thrusting into him like it’s the last thing I might ever do.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Quinton chants as I pound into him, my pelvis colliding with his ass as I impale him with my cock. The slap of our bodies meeting merged with his moans and my pants create the perfect, filthy mixtape that I want to play on a loop in my head.
I can tell he’s almost there, ready to explode, with the way he bears down on my length when the crown brushes over his prostate. He’s this close to shoving me off the edge with him.
“Fuck, babe. Keep squeezing me like that and this won’t last much longer.”
“I’m counting on it,” he says with another groan, fingers digging into the comforter beneath him. “Fill me with your cum, baby. I want every last drop.”
Fucking hell.
I love that damn mouth of his almost as much as I love him.
Realization slams into me like a freight train, flipping my entire world on axis. Enough to have me skidding to a stop mid thrust, lodged halfway inside Quinn’s quaking body so I can rewind to the last few words that almost zipped through my thoughts unnoticed.
I love him.
Three words, as simple as they might be, complicate everything the second my brain thinks them. Because now that I’ve made this realization…I can’t unknow it. I can’t pretend all the secrets and stolen moments don’t mean anything to me anymore.
As problematic as it is, they mean fucking everything.
And instantly, everything snaps into place.
“What are you doing?” he practically screeches, eyes flaring with anger from being pulled back right from the edge of release.
But I had to stop us if there’s any chance of this going how I want to tonight. Which is something I didn’t know I even wanted until right now.
Epiphanies are a funny thing.
“We’re stopping,” I pant, swiping the bead of sweat rolling down my cheek with the back of my hand.
“I can see that,” he says through gritted teeth, baring them a little at me. “The question is why?”
I pull out of him and urge him to flip onto his back beneath me.
He must think I’m wanting to change positions from the lusty grin crossing his face, but when I pull away as he goes to reach for my cock, his brows draw together again.
“What’s going on, Oak?”
I take a deep breath and utter a sentence I never thought I’d speak.
“I want you to fuck me.”