Jake looked around at the bedroom. He’d spent probably the least amount of time in there of anywhere on the property. Allthe furniture was bought, not built, and the walls had been in good shape. Evander had done a hell of a job with it. A king-sized bed took up half the space, all white sheets and big fluffy pillows with a curved, asymmetric headboard, padded in royal blue satin. The walls were a lovely, soft blue, and a thick rug tied the whole sleeping area down. Smart bulbs made the lights controllable by voice, and Quinn had apparently taken to that easily enough, changing them to a soft amber when they first walked in.
Is this the right call?That was the question that ran over and over through Jake’s mind as he sat on that bed, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, breathing the slightly pine-scented air. There was absolutely a big part of him that screamed yes, it was the right call. Also a smaller part of him downstairs in wholehearted agreement. This whole thing started with Jake saying, if they went in with eyes open, they could do what they wanted.
Quinn had laid everything out, covered his bases on the reality of the situation. Jake couldn’t disagree with any of what he landed on. Everyone had eyes wide open and they both seemed to be on the same page with their desires.
But the potential fallout…Jake could handle it. He knew himself well enough. He would have recovered from breaking off with him eventually, even if he would have been sadder about it for longer than usual.Or at least I’d like to tell myself that. But Quinn seemed so much more fragile.
Jake closed his eyes and talked it through under his breath. “Quinn’s a big boy. He’s been through a hell of a lot. If he wants to take the risk, it’s not my job to stop him.” He took a deep breath, filling his lungs almost to the point of pain before continuing.
Almost continuing. Soft footfalls drew his attention to the doorway as Quinn walked in, naked as a jaybird, bathed in thegolden amber light, glistening wet and smiling, his skin flushed red and pink, presumably from the heat of the shower. And although Jake didn’t have themostintimate knowledge of his dick, he was pretty sure Quinn was already rocking a semi.
As blood rushed down, Jake forced himself to look into Quinn’s eyes, think through everything. “Last chance to cut down on your risk.”
Quinn chuckled and walked to the bed. He climbed on top of Jake, guiding him down to his back and pinning his shoulders down. They were nose to nose, Jake barely able to focus his vision as Quinn whispered, “The risk is already mitigated. I’m picking a guy who’s more concerned about my emotional well-being than getting his rocks off.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to Jake’s. Warm and damp. His breath tasted lightly of mint, cool and tingling as it mixed with Jake’s.
When he pulled out of the kiss, he was still grinning. Maybe wider than before. “I appreciate that you want to take care of me emotionally, but how about we get physical for a minute?”
Jake grinned, and it was apparently enough permission for the tension and worry to melt into the background. He pulled Quinn down for another kiss, slipped his tongue past full lips to taste that mint, feel the hard edges of Quinn’s teeth and the soft skin inside his cheeks. Then he pulled away. “I usually last more than a minute.”
“Not in my experience. I seem to remember you messing up the sheets pretty fast last time.” He briefly touched the tip of his nose to Jake’s, then reached down and slid his hands under Jake’s shirt, guiding it up and over his head, then tossing it aside. “Let’s see if we can’t beat that record.”
Jake snorted a laugh. “Does that mean you want me to cum faster or slower?”
“That means I want you to cum for me. Specifics don’t matter.”
Cum for me…cum for me…cum for me…Like words spoken into a cave, they echoed, resonating, driving all the blood down below until Jake was rock hard and throbbing, aching to be touched. By Quinn. Aching to touch any inch of Quinn he could get his hands on.
Which was not easy, as Quinn slid off the bed and started with Jake’s waistband, slowly pulling his sweats off. He chuckled when Jake’s obvious underwear tent made an appearance. “Banana in your pocket?”
“Yeah. But also a boner.”
He wasn’t even sure it was a funny joke, but Quinn laughed all the same, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jake’s boxers. In a single sweep, he pulled them off, then brought them to his face and justbreathed. Which elicited some kind of response. Jake didn’t know what the hell, but he throbbed again and precum dripped down his shaft, slick and cooling as soon as it touched the air.
So of course, his brain didn’t come up with anything clever to say. “They probably don’t smell good.”
Quinn tossed them aside. “They smell like you. Which is great.”
Jake shook his head, but couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He opened his arms wide and gestured for Quinn to come closer. “I also smell like me.”
“Also great.” Quinn lowered himself to his knees, rather than climbing onto the bed and into Jake’s embrace. He moved in closer. His breath washed up Jake’s thighs, caressing his balls. Then Quinn licked from the base of his shaft to the electric bundle of nerves at the tip.
Jake’s back arched, forcing a groan past his lips, as Quinn wrapped his lips around Jake’s cock.
Chapter forty-five
Quinn
Quinn hungrily took Jake’scock all the way to the back of his throat. His eyes watered, but he held there, working his tongue in spirals up and down before sliding back off, sucking as hard as he could. His hands slid up Jake’s calves and thighs, up into his bush, across the hard canyons and ridges of his abs, then back down. Desperation, touching every inch of Jake available as he bobbed up and down, high on the salty precum flooding his mouth.
Jake’s hands slipped lower and Quinn readied himself to be held in place, pushed farther, deeper. Jake gripped his shoulders and pressed until Quinn lifted away, which shot a cold lance of nerves through Quinn’s stomach. “Something wrong?”
Jake shook his head, that soft smile spreading across his flushed face. “I don’t want to have all the fun. Or finish too fast.”He patted his cheeks with both hands. “I do want to eat your ass before we fuck, though. If you’re cool with that.”
The ice vanished and Quinn chuckled, then got up on shaky knees and climbed in the bed. “You’re sure? I know you offered before, but no shame in backing out. I know it’s not everyone’s thing.”
“Maybe not, but it’s mine.” He carefully slid his tongue across his lips, and flames burned deep in his blue eyes. Animal. Hungry. Begging. Just holding that gaze for a few seconds burned and bubbled Quinn’s belly. So intense and so open. That hot, bright expression suppressed any potential jolt of shame as Quinn climbed up, past Jake’s belly and chest, hovering above his face.
Jake gripped him around the waist and pulled until he was all the way down, cheeks spread. Warmth and heat and moisture prodded at his hole, lapping at the sensitive skin, and his muscles threatened to turn gelatinous. Quinn had to grip the headboard to keep from totally collapsing as Jake’s tongue ran circles around his hole, working at the opening over and over, never relenting. Slight stubble rubbed the insides of Quinn’s ass cheeks with every tiny shift.
