Quinn took a breath before sliding my cock between his lips, holding himself still, lost in concentration. When virtually all of it was buried in his throat, I groaned.
“Oh my God.”
He pulled free, spluttering and laughing, a chain of saliva connecting him to the shaft. “I did it,” he croaked.
I hauled him up, tugging him to me, and our lips locked in a fervent kiss.
Then I looked him in the eye. “Why don’t we both get to taste?”
That grin was infectious.
He swung around on the ottoman, and suddenly I was presented with the glorious sight of his arse, lightly furred, his pink hole twitching.
Like I could resist that.
I waited until his mouth was busy with my cock, and then I spread his cheeks, stretching his hole. I licked over it, again and again, loving the whimpers, the vibrations through my dick.
Quinn broke free with a groan. “Aw fuck, don’t stop.”
It was my turn to grin. “You like that, huh?”
He twisted to look at me over his shoulder. “For a smart man, you ask dumb questions.”
My retaliation was to slide a wet finger deep into his hole.
“Max, fuck…” His body clenched.
I chuckled. “That’s the plan.” I left my finger where it was and sucked his balls into my mouth, humming as I did so, my hand around his dick, pulling on it.
“This is torture.”
I laughed as I released his sac. “Now you’re getting it.” I smacked his arse, the sound loud and sharp, and he moaned. I did it again, then removed my finger and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go.
“Please, Max….”
I paused. “I love it when you beg. So beg some more.” I spat onto his hole, then added a second finger.
Gonna need lube soon. I had plans for that hole.
Quinn writhed, his body dancing on my fingers. “Max, please… fuck me.”
I didn’t want to wait anymore.
“Get on the couch, on all fours.”
Quinn was all limbs as he launched himself off me and onto the seat cushions.
Then I headed for the bedroom.
Quinn
“Where are you going?” My body ached for him.
God, that man can tease.
A moment later he was back, and I had to smile when I saw the lube.
At last.