Page 85 of Key of Kink

Max

I couldn’t get enough of that mouth.

Quinn opened for me with a hunger I recognised, and that only intensified my need for him, how badly I wanted to bury my cock in that firm arse. I plundered his mouth with my tongue, my fingers busy trying to pop the button on his jeans.

I wanted in.

He moaned into the kiss as I slid my hands under the waistband, under his briefs, squeezing his arse cheeks. I insinuated a finger into his crack, and when I rubbed over his hot little hole, Quinn fed me a whimper that went straight to my dick. A second later, it was my turn to moan when he moulded his hand around my aching shaft and squeezed it.

He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, chest heaving, breathing rapid.

“Can I?”

I let out a low growl. “You don’t have to ask permission. Not tonight.”

It took maybe a heartbeat for him to open my jeans, free my cock, and work it with short strokes that set my body on fire.

“Clothes, off, now.” I grabbed the hem of his tee and tugged it up and over his head. He laughed as we performed a mad scramble to get naked, and that bright, happy sound somehow made everything feel more urgent. I pulled him to me, his body warm against mine, and claimed that mouth once more, this time pressing my fingertip into his hole.

“Fuck, yeah,” he moaned into the kiss.

I couldn’t stay upright a moment longer, and the couch and ottoman were right there. I fell back onto the latter, taking him with me, his breath leaving him in short, delighted gasps.

This was as far from a scene as I could get, and fuck, I wanted it.

He straddled my lap, his lips seeking mine, and I cupped his head and drew him in to deepen the kiss. All the while, he was in constant motion, rolling his hips, rocking, so fucking alive and warm and wanting me, his hard shaft rubbing along my belly. I broke the kiss to flick his nipples with my tongue, eliciting multiple groans. I grabbed Quinn’s arm and raised it above his head, burying my face in his pit, licking, kissing, inhaling his scent that was driving me fucking crazy.

My cock was at his crack, trying to get in, pushing insistently with a life of its own, and I tilted my hips, rocking faster, faster… Quinn moaned and kissed my neck, and I couldn’t resist smacking the head of my dick against his arse.

Then he stilled, his eyes huge.

“I want to taste it.”

He was off me in a flash, kneeling on the rug, and I spread my legs wide. I rested my head against the corner of the couch.

I didn’t want to miss a moment of this show.

I laid my hand on his head, squirming with impatience as he kissed my stomach, moving lower. “Just do it,” I growled.

Quinn looked up at me, his eyes bright with amusement. “Do what? Something you wanted?”

“Oh, you fucking little tease.”

I was so going to get my own back.

He grinned. “Did no one ever tell you good things come to those who wait?”

I glared at him. “Keep this up, and you won’t be coming at all tonight.” Then I lost my command of the English language along with all rational thought when Quinn took me deep.

Fuck, that felt amazing.

His face was red, his eyes watered. He hadn’t managed all of it, but damn it, he tried. His gaze locked onto mine. “God, you’re big.” He grinned. “You’re probably used to hearing that.” He licked a path up and down my shaft.

“You like that big dick?”

He grinned. “Duh.”

I put my hand on his throat. “Try it again.”