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Sighing, he runs a hand through his locs. “A company I’ve been doing business with for about a year found a cheaper option and canceled our contract. No big deal. Happens all the time in this market. Except the cheaper firm was cheaper because they don’t have the best quality of work. They’ve had three breaches in the past three months and they’re trying to patch it, but it’s not easy. It pisses me off they let someone tamper with my software and now it’s all fucked. I have to go back in and start from the ground up, which means they have to shut down their operation until I have it figured out.”
“That’s not so bad,” I tell him, pushing his shirt from his shoulders, then bend to get his shoes off so I can remove his pants.
“It wouldn’t be if they weren’t trying to get me to rush my work. I’ve been fighting with the CEO all day about a timeline. On Monday, if he doesn’t have it figured out, I’m not taking the contract at all, no matter how much he offers.”
Quin doesn’t need the money, so I know he’s serious about not taking it if he’s pissed enough. After he steps out of his shoes, I work his belt, staying on my knees in front of him to distract him from his day. “Don’t let it stress you out, Daddy. If you don’t want to take it, don’t. They shouldn’t put you on a timeline because they were being cheap. You’re the best, right?” He nods and I smile up at him. “Then they need to be onyourtimeline.” Dragging his pants down his thighs, I see his cock is hard and throbbing.
Glancing up at him, I give him another smile. “Guess you’re feeling better then?”
He huffs a laugh and rubs my face. “Brat. I always feel good when I see you on your knees for me.”
“Yeah?” I ask, leaning in to breathe him in, mouthing at his cock through his briefs. “What do you want me to do while I’m down here?”
“Just what you’re doing now. Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I continue to suck on him through his underwear, leaving wet stains behind as I bathe his cock in my spit.
Not able to resist any longer, I pull his briefs down and swallow most of his dick in one swift motion. Quin lets out a deep groan and thrusts forward, pushing his cock down my throat. I gag, but keep sucking him, trying to inhale his dick.
Carding both hands through my hair, Quin grabs on and moves deeper into my mouth. Spit and tears cover my face, but neither of us stops to clean me up. As much as I can with a mouth full of his dick, I swirl my tongue over every part of his cock I can reach, bathing the underside of his shaft. “Yes, baby boy. Mmm … open your mouth. Wide.”
I drop back on my heels and open wide for him. Quin takes his cock from my mouth and slaps it lightly on my face, lips and tongue. “Damn, baby, your mouth feels good. I’m going to fuck your face. Tap my leg three times if it’s too much.” I nod, waiting for my prize.
Quin isn’t gentle with how he fucks my face and my own dick throbs because of the rough treatment. Holding both sides of my head, Quin shoves in and holds there, and I choke around his thick length. Again and again, he shoves in and holds, shoves in and holds. My face is an absolute mess and I’m in heaven.
“I’m close, baby boy.” I nod, but don’t otherwise move as Quin uses my mouth to get himself off. “Suck,” he orders and I close my lips around him, sucking while he fucks my face. “Oh, fuck yes.” Quin’s smooth baritone has me moaning around his length, loving how sexed up he sounds.
Plunging into my mouth a few more times, Quin snatches his cock out and comes on my face, a loud grunt leaving his mouth after every rope of his release hits my face.
When I open my eyes, I find Quin looking down at me with the same lustful expression he had when I put him in my mouth. “You always look so fucking good when your face is a mess like this.” Not sure if it would be a compliment for anyone else, but my face heats and I duck my head to hide my blush.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I murmur, chest light because he admires the mess he makes of me.
A hand enters my field of vision and I take it, allowing Quin to help me to my feet. He takes my messy face in his hands and gives me a sloppy kiss, pressing me against the dresser. “Rub against me and come, baby boy. Get yourself off,” Quin says against my lips, then goes back to devouring my mouth in a brutal and unhinged kiss.
It won’t take long. I spread my legs and grind against him, loving the feel of all his hard muscle against me. Quin reaches down, squeezing my ass and pulling me tighter to his body, lips never leaving mine. I shudder through my climax in his arms, moaning into his mouth. His hands locked on my ass move my body along his, stretching out my orgasm.
When I’m spent, I pull my lips from his and drop my head to his chest. Quin chuckles and rubs my back then kisses my hair.
After I’ve gotten my breathing under control, I lift my head and meet his eyes. “We’re a mess, Quin.”
He bends to kiss me again, chuckling against my lips. “And you look even more gorgeous because of it.” At that, Quin kisses me until I’m breathless, his arms locked around me, holding me close.
After spending an outrageous amount of time in the shower getting clean—I may or may not have gotten on my knees for my Daddy again—Quin suggested we go out to dinner instead of cooking. Which is fine with me because I don’t think either of us is in the mood to cook. Quin and I have been switching who makes dinner every evening, but we have no energy after his long day and our steamy shower session. Before we head out, I make a quick detour to the bedroom for a surprise for Quin.
He takes me to a really nice Italian restaurant that’s not too upscale but has a nice vibe to it. Exactly what I like. Having to endure the stiff restaurants growing up, I would rather not eat at one again. I told Quin I came from money and hated that life, so maybe he knew I wouldn’t be interested in anything over the top. We definitely aren’t dressed for anything fancy, as Quin picked out a pair of blue jeans and a button up shirt for me while he has on a pair of black jeans and a black shirt that hugs his chest in a way that makes me want to drop to my knees and worship him. Unfortunately, we had no time for that. Thankfully, he threw a gray cardigan over it to hide some of his amazing body.
After we’re seated and put in our order, Quin puts his forearms on the table and stares at me, smiling. “What is it?” I ask, wondering why he’s giving me this look. While I love it, I feel like he knows about my surprise.
“I like you, Red.”
Smiling back, I feel a blush heating my face. “I like you too, Quin.” Well on my way to more than like, but I keep that thought to myself. “Or do I need to call you Malcolm in public?” I ask in a whisper.
“Quin is fine. Tell me about your life before you went to college. You didn’t say much except your parents always wanted you and your brother at odds.”
My smile becomes a frown like it usually does when I think about my parents. While Quin got the gist of it, it was so much more with them. They not only compared me and my brother until we practically hated each other, they weren’t there for us. They weren’t present at all. I think they had us because it was expected of them. It fit the image of success my father was supposed to show the world—college education, marriage, a nice home, two kids, and a cute dog. After getting all that, they didn’t care about keeping it.
Shrugging, I ask, “Can we talk about something else? I miss my brother and want to try to reconnect, but I don’t like talking about it. If that’s okay?”
