Page 106 of Playboy For Hire

“I think we’re both beyond the point of looking cool.” I kissed him, softly, sweetly. Not hesitant, but gentle, and when I broke the kiss, it was only because I wanted to look into his eyes again.

It was scary, letting Quinn know how I really felt. Letting him see me at my most vulnerable. But warmth filled my chest, and there was a beauty in this intimacy that I’d never felt before.

“Okay. I believe that you’re fine with my job,” I told him. “But I might still want to look for something else anyway, if that’s okay with you? It just might take me a while to get something lined up. And I wouldn’t want to move in until I could contribute my share of the rent and everything.”

“You’re sweet,” he said. “And I still think it’s unnecessary. But whatever you want to do, I’m behind you.” He grinned. “But if you wanted to move in sooner, I wouldn’t mind supporting you in the interim.”

“Quinn Carmichael, are you suggesting I become akeptman?”

He laughed. “Well, I do plan on keeping you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“And I plan on keeping you inside me too.”

“Okay, Idefinitelylike the sound of that.”

“Hold that thought.” He ghosted a kiss across my lips, then jumped off the couch, darting down the hall towards his bedroom.

“Do you want me to come?” I called out.

“Just stay there.” Thirty seconds later, Quinn was back with a bottle of lube and a condom. He set them on the coffee table and grinned. “I mean, I do want you to come. Just into me, not my bedroom.”

“And you want to have sex out in the living room?” I said in mock surprise. “You kinky exhibitionist, you.”

He snorted. “We’re not that close to the windows. If anyone’s gone to the trouble of getting binoculars so they can see us in here, I guess they deserve a reward for their efforts.”

“Really not beating the exhibitionist allegations here.”

“As long as I get to look at you naked, I really don’t care who else does too.”

Quinn leaned in and caught my lips in a kiss, then began undressing. He pulled his shirt off over his head, then moved his hands to my shirt. It took him thirty seconds to get the first button undone.

“You do it,” he said, laughing nervously. “I’m too excited. My fingers don’t work properly.”

“Good thing mine still do.”

“Well, hurry up and take your shirt off so we can give your fingers more interesting tasks.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

I gave him a salute, and he rolled his eyes, tugging his pants and underwear off. I didn’t even bother to fold my clothes up neatly. I didn’t want to waste any time I could spend touching Quinn.

Once we were both naked, he lay down on top of me. I couldn’t get enough of his body. I loved the long, lean lines of him, loved the hardness and the warmth. His cock pressed against mine, and the smooth slide of skin against skin sent a frisson of anticipation through me.

Doing this on the couch brought back memories of high school and furtive hookups in friends’ basements. I wished I could have known Quinn back then. Not just because I would have had more years with him. I would have felt like less of a misfit, less rejected, if he’d been there to be my friend and my guide. I would have felt less alone.

I was jammed into the crook of the couch where the back met the seat cushions, holding Quinn tightly so he didn’t roll off the edge. His hand snaked between our bodies and stroked ourcocks together, hot and hard and leaking precum. I still couldn’t get over how big he was.

One day, I told myself, I would feel his cock inside me. A flutter of fear and excitement stirred in my belly at the thought, but that was fine. There was plenty of time for that in the future. Quinn wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was I.

He slid down on the couch, kissing my stomach, then moving to my cock. He teased it with his lips and tongue, licking long stripes up and down and all around, making me tingle with sensation and leaving me desperate for more contact.

Finally, he slid his lips over the head and sucked me into his mouth. I groaned with pleasure. Quinn’s mouth was hot and tight, and so wet. He bobbed up and down on my cock, and the position he was in had his back arched and his ass up in the air.

I wished I could see him from both sides at once. Wished I could see him sink down on my cock while watching his ass from the back at the same time. I wanted to see his tight brown hole, to sink my fingers into him and feel that tight, hot channel. I wanted to watch him take whatever I could give.

I pulled him up and kissed him. “God, I need to be inside you. Should we move to the bed?”

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