Page 107 of Playboy For Hire

Quinn laughed. “There’s plenty of room here.”

I shook my head. “Teach me your ways, then.”

“Oh, I have so much to teach you. You’ve got years of learning to make up for.” He kissed me again, and I fumbled for the bottle of lube.

“Turn around,” I whispered.

He arched an eyebrow. “Now who’s giving orders?”

“Not an order. A desperate plea because I’m going to die if I can’t see your ass right now.”

“Well, I would never compromise your health and safety.”

He turned around, his knees on either side of my legs. I slicked up the fingers of my right hand. Gripping the globe of his ass with my left hand, I brought my right one to his hole. I slipped a finger inside. Quinn made a soft moan of pleasure as he sank back towards me.

The view was just as good as I’d imagined. Even better, actually, because I didn’t have to imagine anything. I could see his hole suck my finger in hungrily, then easily take a second, and a third. He slammed back against them, working them in and out. I wanted to stroke my cock. I could have come just from watching this. But I wanted so much more.

Quinn looked over his shoulder, the pupils in his dark eyes dilated. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

I was happy to oblige. I slid my fingers out of him and tore the condom packet open. By the time I’d rolled it onto my cock and coated it with lube, he had turned around again. He moved up, so his knees were on either side of my torso. My stomach turned a somersault when I realized he was going to be on top.

Quinn took my cock and guided it to his entrance. Then he slid down on it. My cock pushed into him so sweetly, so slowly, pressing through his outer ring. His asshole was so tight and warm. It felt amazing as he slid down.

He put one hand on my chest, steadying himself as he took more of me into him. He bit his lip and moaned when he bottomed out. My cock was buried to the hilt inside him.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck you feel so good.”

“You feel incredible,” I told him.

I meant it. I was almost helpless as he started moving, his ass pulling off my cock, then sinking back onto it with such sweetness that I was afraid I was going to come immediately. I worked on keeping myself still, breathing deeply, letting him do all the moving.

I didn’t want to hurt him, and I also didn’t want to come too soon. But he was making that extremely hard, as he stared down at me hungrily. Pleasure and tension built inside me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long.

“You’re beautiful,” I told him, and the smile that spread across his face melted me completely. I brought my hand to his cock and began to stroke him. “I want to make you come. I want towatchyou come.”

“Fuck, yes,” Quinn breathed.

I hipped up off the couch, thrusting into him as well as I could, trying to get myself deeper and deeper inside him.

He whimpered in pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes.” The words came out as little gasps.

“Come for me,” I panted.

He closed his eyes, shooting into my hand and all over my chest. His ass clenched around my cock as he came, and that was enough to push me over the edge. Now I was coming too, deep inhis ass, my free hand digging into his hip as I continued to stroke him with the other.

My eyes closed. I groaned. I was overcome with stimulation. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only feel the ecstasy of being inside Quinn and coming together.

When I opened my eyes, I looked up into his. He smiled, gorgeous and unselfconscious. He laughed, sounding as giddy as I felt, then leaned down to kiss my cheek.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” I said, pulling him closer so I could take his mouth with mine.

“Right back at you,” he said when he finally pulled away to breathe.

We lay like that for a moment, just enjoying the stillness of each other. Neither of us moved. Neither of us needed anything other than to just be together.

Eventually, Quinn slid off of me. “I’ll be right back,” he said, moving into the kitchen.

I disposed of the condom, then used the towel he brought over to me to clean up the mess we’d made. He wormed his way down into the crook of the couch, then pulled an afghan over us, covering us from chest to feet.

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