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Quintin moans and it spurs me on. I hold his cheeks apart and lick around his entrance before prodding at it with the tip of my tongue. Each time I penetrate, I try to put a little more inside.
“Jesus Christ.”
“You like it?” I ask before another swipe of my tongue slides over his hole. “I could fucking taste you all day.” I reach for his cock and find it leaking like a broken faucet. My hand slides over his sticky arousal. “Oh, you fucking love it.”
“My god,” he moans. “Come up here.”
I tease him for a few more seconds before I get to my feet. Quintin scoots up onto the bed and I remove my boxer-briefs before laying over him, my cock heavy against his.
He takes my jaw in his hand, pulling my mouth closer to his before he swipes his tongue over my lips and chin, and then smashes his mouth against mine in a vicious kiss. He licks his own taste from my tongue, and I grind against him.
I move my hips, letting my cock fall between his thighs and poke at this entrance. He tenses briefly.
“Just the tip?” I tease, pushing in closer to him.
“That’s what they always say,” he groans. “It’s never just the tip.”
“Who’s they?” I ask, getting on my knees.
“Figure of speech. Shut up.”
I take my dick in my hand and push his leg to the side, swiping my head up and down his taint. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”
He wraps his fingers around his shaft, tugging on his cock as I tease his hole. I stick two fingers in my mouth and get them wet before I slide them between his cheeks and press.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts, eyes snapping to mine.
I spit, letting it fall to where my digits meet his ass. His eyes close and I push in a fraction of an inch. I continue to tease him—teaseus. We both stroke our dicks with slow movements while I play with his ass. I get the tip of one finger inside and then push his leg up and press the head of my cock to his entrance. I don’t make a move to slide inside, but Quin moves closer, arching off the bed slightly.
“Mm.”
Both of us moan at the same time. My cock is hard and throbbing in my hand, ready to explode. His drips to his abdomen, desperate for a release as well.
“Just the tip,” he whispers roughly, hand moving faster on his shaft.
I quickly lower myself and lick his hole, spitting for more lubrication before I do the same in my palm to slather on my crown.
I’m sure he has lube in here somewhere, but I’m too impatient and desperate to stop and look for it. I spread his legs and ever so slowly begin to push my head into him. I watch as he starts to stretch around me, opening up and taking me in.
“Holy fuck,” I exclaim.
Quin is quiet except a low grunt, his face strained and muscles flexed as he continues to stroke. His heat envelopes my head, and his tight ass threatens to suck me all the way in. I want nothing more than to dive deep and fuck him into the mattress, but…just the tip.
I want him to trust my word. I’m not the most reliable or trustworthy, but with this, I will be.
Once my crown is fully submerged, suffocating in his grip, I use my hand to stroke myself. My movements are slow and careful, but the image before me is enough to send me over the edge. The veins in his forearm protrude, his thick cock in hand. His body shifts enough to drive me crazy, and I watch as he clenches around me.
“Jesus, Quin. I’m gonna come.”
His heavy breaths mix with lusty groans, and I feast on the sight before me as white streams of cum shoot from his tip, landing in the cuts of his abs. His body jerking around me sends a tingling sensation to my groin that has my balls tightening. Pleasure shoots through my cock and I pull out just in time to watch my own release exploding onto him, sending me into a world of ecstasy.
I collapse at his side, and we lay there for a few minutes before getting up to get cleaned. Our bubble of bliss pops when I emerge from the shower after he’s already gotten out. I have only a towel wrapped around my waist and make my way downstairs to ask about borrowing a pair of underwear, but before I get to the bottom, I hear voices.
“Ezra, I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m going crazy. I don’t know what to think or believe, or if I can even trust myself. I’m…I’m just out of it, and I can’t even tell anyone what I’m thinking. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Willow.
She’s blubbering like a child, her sobs breaking up her sentences.
