Page 65 of Playboy For Hire

“I think I’ll like anything you do. But yes.”

I slid down and kissed his stomach, his hips, his abdomen right about where his cock rose from a thatch of dark hair. His cock was warm and hard against my chin, my cheek. I brushed my lips across the tip and got a little gasp from Quinn in response.

I gripped the base and stuck my tongue out, licking the head tentatively. It tasted like skin and sweat and the tang of precum. It was the first time I’d ever done this with another guy, and it felt forbidden and completely natural at the same time. Every cell in my body lit up.

I was a little scared at first. Not of sucking a guy off, but of how badly I wanted this. How a part of me had been aching to taste Quinn since the day we’d met, when I’d grabbed his hand in Bar Onze and asked him not to go.

Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go. The words ran through my mind as I worked my mouth up and down his cock, stroking the shaft and getting the tip as wet and sloppy as I could. Quinn moaned louder and louder, and it sent heat down my spine.

“Just like that,” he said as I began to move faster.

His hands slipped down, one sliding through my hair, the other gripping my shoulder. His fingers pressed into my muscles, tugged my hair ever so slightly. I loved how sure of himself he was during sex. I loved knowing I could bring out this side of him.

“Fuck,” he said. “I’m gonna come. If you want to stop, now would be a good time.”

I shook my head emphatically, hoping Quinn could feel the gesture through his hand. I kept my mouth moving up and down on his cock, keeping the pressure and pace just right, until his fingers tightened on my shoulder and he came in my mouth.

I thought I was ready for it, but I was surprised by the load anyway. It tasted different from what I’d expected. Tangier. Sweeter too. A little trickle of relief ran through me, and I laughed in pleasure. The vibration must have stimulated Quinn’s cock, because he shot out more. I didn’t slip my mouth off him until his grip on me relaxed.

I looked up at him and grinned. “Good?”

“Good?Good? It was fucking great.” He pulled me up, then rolled me over so I was on my back. “You sure you haven’t done that before?”

I smirked. “Positive. But I think I’d like to do it again.”

“Well, you’re going to have to wait your turn.” He rubbed his nose against mine, then began to kiss and suck his way down my body until he reached my nipples. He teased each one until they were as sensitive and erect as my cock, which was sliding against the skin of his stomach.

I was desperate, moaning as he slid farther down, kissing the inside of my thighs. He licked my balls, which made me want to arch up off the mattress, except he was pinning me there with his hand. Not that I couldn’t have moved if I wanted—I had way more muscle on him. But I liked letting him take control.

So I suffered in sweet agony as Quinn took his time sucking me off. He licked my cock thoroughly, getting it hot and wet, then slowly took me into his mouth, moving down the shaft a little more each time he pulled off and then back on. His tonguestroked up and down and around the tip, like he was licking an ice cream cone. It was amazing, but so slow. He was driving me crazy.

When he finally took all of my cock down in one go, I moaned again, loud enough for my housemates to hear if they were still home. I devoutly hoped they weren’t, because I couldn’t keep quiet. Quinn continued to suck me off, playing with my balls, refusing to set a rhythm or let me get comfortable, drawing out my pleasure even longer. He had a bachelor’s degree and a law degree, but I was beginning to suspect he had a master’s in giving head as well.

Even with the slow, lavish attention Quinn was giving me, I wasn’t able to last as long as I wanted. Before I knew it, I was on the edge. It was just too hot, and soft, and wet. I looked down at him and watched his mouth stretch around my cock. We locked eyes, and that was it.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I’m gonna come.”

The words were barely out of my mouth before I did, shooting into the tight, wet tunnel of his mouth. He kept working my cock, sucking and squeezing every drop out of me, until it became too much.

“Oh fuck, I can’t—I can’t—” I began, and Quinn pulled off, knowing what I needed even when I couldn’t say it.

I looked down at him in wonder. “You’d better not ask me if that was good, because you know it was fantastic.”

He smiled shyly. “I may have been told that once or twice before.”

“Well, I’m telling you again now. Come here.”

I took one of his hands and pulled, waiting until he was lying next to me to lean in and kiss him. I could taste my cum on his tongue, but I could also taste Quinn, the sweetness of his mouth, the slight tang of sweat and musk. It was intoxicating.

When I pulled back, he looked a little dazed.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Can’t a guy kiss another guy for giving him a mind-blowing orgasm?”

“I guess. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Quinn laughed. “I wasn’t expecting you at all, Ryder.”

“Neither was I.” I felt a little vulnerable, saying that. Exposed, but blissful, at the same time. “But I’m really glad you’re here.”

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