Page 77 of Psychopath

David was only metres away.

“But not today,” Zane said. He sucked Quinn’s throat, speaking into the skin. “One day, but not today.” When Quinn moaned, he felt Zane’s teeth nip his throat. His cock was wet enough that it made a noise too, a slick sound that made Zane curse beneath Quinn’s ear.

“What if I just shut the door? What If I just barricade you in here with me and fuck you until we both can’t stand?” He pulled back and touched his nose to Quinn’s. “Do you like that idea of me fucking you?”

Quinn opened his eyes. Since he was seventeen, he’d liked the idea of Zane taking him. Fucking him.

He’d been jealous of the men and women from the kiss-and-tells because he wanted Zane’s cock.

Quinn nodded, then tried to warn Zane he was about to come. He widened his eyes, whimpered against his palm, then groaned as his cock began spasming and shooting cum onto Zane’s jeans.

Zane’s gaze was locked on the door, his expression tense as he waited for Quinn to cease moaning against his palm.

David’s footsteps didn’t slap against the floor.

Zane exhaled and removed his hand, only to slap it over Quinn’s mouth again when he began to pant.

“Quiet, remember?”

Quinn nodded.

Zane cautiously removed his hand, then backed up a step. He looked down at the added white stripes to his jeans and bit his lip as he smiled.

“That’s hot,” he said, rubbing his finger over his knee to collect some cum.

Quinn leaned against the wall and concentrated on getting his breathing under control. He clumsily put his cock back inside his boxers that had slipped down on his upper thighs, then reached for his trousers.

Zane pulled a few sheets of toilet paper off the roll on the wall. He sat down on the bed and began wiping up Quinn’s mess. “Are you loud even when you’re on your own?”

Quinn looked away.

“That’s a yes.” Zane sucked his bottom lip. “That’s hot.” He shifted. “Almost too hot.” He rubbed his cock through his jeans. “I wish we had longer.”

Zane turned to Quinn and glanced at his watch.

Quinn checked it. They only had a few minutes left.

“David is punctual,” Zane said. “Which is a pity.”

“That—” Quinn swallowed and found he didn’t know what else to say.

Zane smirked. “Was inappropriate.”

Quinn nodded. “Exactly.”

“But even so, it wasn’t the stupidest thing you did today.” Zane raised an eyebrow. “Was it?”

Quinn didn’t answer.

“You need to take better care of yourself because this prison, the people, sure as hell won’t. You can’t be reckless. You can’t take risks.”

Quinn took a step nearer. “Says you after you just…”

“I’m not a risk.”

“Of course you are.”

Zane huffed. “Promise me you won’t talk to Mackie again.”

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