Page 136 of Psychopath

“Look at you,” Zane breathed.

Quinn opened his eyes to a loud thump. Zane had dropped to his knees beside the sofa, and his expression was awed when his dark eyes took Quinn in.

Quinn’s stomach fluttered. He wasn’t used to people looking at him with that much want.

Zane’s warm breath tickled Quinn’s cock, ghosting the length until he squirmed. When Zane got to the tip, he licked so hesitantly Quinn whined and pressed his head back into the sofa. Zane’s licks and kisses were featherlight, so soft Quinn wasn’t convinced it was happening. His mind was spiralling with need and filling in the gaps, and he jerked his hips forward.

Zane chuckled and pinned Quinn down.

“You’re dripping, and I haven’t even put you in my mouth yet.”

Quinn gasped when Zane’s tongue lapped at the beads dripping from the tip. Zane traced the seam of Quinn’s cock with the point of his tongue, then moved in small, repetitive circles. A moan straggled its way out of Quinn’s throat, and he only just managed not to splutter on it. The slow touches were maddening, and the room spun with his dizziness.

“Zane…”

When the head of his cock was engulfed in warmth, Quinn tried to buck his hips, but Zane held him still. He was helpless to the pleasure. The heat of Zane’s mouth, matched with the softness, was almost too much to handle. His cock was encased in warm silk and being rubbed gently by the flat of Zane’s tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Quinn moaned, rolling his head and curling his toes until they ached. Zane leaned back, chuckled, then gripped the base of Quinn’s cock and lowered his open mouth. He didn’t suck. He just held, taking Quinn all the way.

Quinn quivered, and shook, and begged for more.

Zane sucked, just a tug of pressure, but the effect was electric. Quinn’s heart pounded, and he gasped for breath.

Zane sucked again, another tug of suction, and Quinn whined and curled his fingers into the cushion beneath him until he trembled. Zane tortured him with powerful sucks, stronger, and longer each time, before he relaxed and held Quinn’s flushed erection in his mouth.

“I can’t,” Quinn breathed.

Zane pulled off with a wet slap and mumbled, “Can’t what?”

Quinn had no idea. His brain couldn’t process. The room was spinning; his elevated heart rate was jolting his body, and he was heaving for breath.

“I can’t,” he said again, hoping it was enough.

Zane laughed lightly, then took Quinn into his mouth again. He sucked, and the walls of Zane’s mouth pressed on Quinn’s sensitive cock.

Then he hummed.

Quinn whimpered as he came, brain whiting out when he was hit with an intense wave of pleasure. The orgasm pulsed in every part of him, and he shivered and gasped as if he had been starved of air.

Zane released Quinn from his mouth, smiling smugly. “You have no idea how difficult that’s been, wanting to do that to you, but knowing I had to wait until you were ready. I want to make you come all the goddamn time, Quinn.”

“Will you take me upstairs?” Quinn asked.

“To your room?”

“I don’t mind which, as long as it’s one of them.”

Zane smiled and helped Quinn up from the sofa. “Both. It’s got to be both.”

Zane’s cheeks were stained red, his lashes fluttered with each angled thrust, and the most delicate of noises breezed through his lips. He cursed, shook his head, and repeatedly told Quinn he wasn’t going to last.

“You feel too good.”

Quinn wrapped his arms around Zane’s neck and rocked his body at a quicker pace, startling moans of surprise from Zane’s pliant mouth. He used Zane’s neck as leverage and slid Zane’s cock into his body. His arms ached, and the muscles in his back tightened with strain, but he kept fucking himself on Zane’s cock. Zane panted, scrunched his face, trying his best to hold on, but Quinn wanted to break him.

He could feel how close Zane was, and before he could come apart completely, Quinn pushed against his chest. Zane made a wounded sound at being denied his orgasm, but Quinn wasn’t done. He rolled Zane onto his back and used his mouth on Zane to finish him off.

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