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“Can’t last,” I moan as he leans forward and brings our mouths together. His tongue fucks into my mouth as he works me closer and closer to the edge. And the thought of my cum filling up his sleeve makes me nearly feral.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Quinn chants as he rips his mouth away from mine, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders so tightly I know that I’ll find bruises on his skin. And I can’t even fucking regret it.
I feel my balls draw up and I explode into him without warning, and Quinn gasps, his eyes wide as he finds his release as well. And then we stand there, chests heaving, his foreskin still stretched out over mine, filled and dripping with our release.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs, and I swallow, my throat clicking. “Never done that before.” I feel some kind of primal instinct well up within me. I was his first for something. His first forthisand I fucking like that.
I love it.
His cock slips from mine and our mess splatters to the floor. I release my tight grip from his shoulders one finger at a time, and Quinn smirks at me.
“Hot. So fucking hot,” he says, leaning in and pressing a kiss to my lips. “Morning, Grey.”
I bob my head and try to repeat it back to him, but it just ends up as gibberish. My brain is mush.
Quinn lets out a chuckle and then nods to the shower. “Let’s shower and then I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Don’t have any food,” I murmur.
“Then I’ll take you out to eat. Plus I need to grab some clothes from home if I’m gonna stay over here. That okay with you?”
I nod as he leans down and wipes our mess up, and then I follow him into the shower.
“We’ll take this thing between us one step at a time,” he says as he pulls me against him. “Baby fucking steps.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
Quinn
“I’ll stay in the truck,” Grey says, and I eyeball him. We’re outside of my parents’ house, the truck idling on the street. Grey looks damn nervous and I don’t know why. I mean, I guess I know why, but I don’t understand it. I told him how my parents are. They won’t give a shit what I do. If anything, they’ll be happy I’m gone more often. They like their space.
“My parents probably aren’t even home,” I say as I take a large sip of my coffee. After our shower, we grabbed breakfast at a coffee shop and then headed over to my place so I could pack up a few things.
I mean, we didn’t really talk about the fact that I’m planning on staying over, but I just made an executive decision and Grey hasn’t stopped me so….
So I’m fucking going for it. Like I said at the beginning of all of this. I’m taking what I want and just making him accept that this is how it’s going to be. I refuse to go back to being separated from him. Those days apart were torture. I’d lie awake in bed and just replay every moment with him in vivid detail. It was heart-wrenching.
“Come on,” I say and shove at his shoulder a little. “Get out of the damn truck, Grey. I want to see you in my room. Maybe even give you a blow job while you sit on my bed.”
“Not fucking happening.”
I laugh loudly as I step out of the truck and Grey ambles over, looking nervous and so fucking hot. Can’t help but reach down, link my hand with his, and tug him forward.
“Come on. Even if they’re home, they won’t care. You know how they are and they like you.”
“I’m fucking their son,” he mutters, and I waggle my eyebrows a little.
“I’m fucking you, Grey. If we’re getting technical.”
He blushes so prettily at that comment and I can see it so well. He shaved the scruff off his face this morning and I’m not sure which look I like more. I could take him either way. I like my man all hairy.
I pull Grey into the house and hear the TV on in one of the rooms.
“They’re home,” he whispers and I nod, smirking at him.
“I’m home, guys!” I call out and Grey’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Fuck’s sake, Quinn.”
