Page 25 of Remote Access

He wasn't going to be able to fool himself with that anymore. But he would be going out there to touch him again because holy hell, Lane had felt good under his hands. He had slim, strong muscles, his body pliant and supple. His scent, his taste… It was like the man had been made for Quincy.

And he'd never been with anyone like him before. At this moment, Quincy couldn't imagine anyone ever feeling or tasting that good and he'd only gotten his mouth on Lane's mouth and face. That was it. He hadn't held his cock or touched his bare body and the knowledge that Lane was on the other side of that door waiting had him stepping out and drying off fast.

Water still dripped down his chest, back and thighs when he strode out of the bathroom, too impatient to take the time to finish.

"Oh God, you're still wet." Lane jumped him, wrapping his arms and legs around Quincy.

Quincy grunted and grabbed onto him, startled by not only the attack but all that naked skin against his.

"So slippery," Lane groaned against his neck as he wiggled against him.

A startled laugh escaped Quincy's throat. Fuck, the kid was just so fun and sexy. He wrapped his arms hard around Lane, who'd showered before him. Lane smelled fresh and his damp hair was soft against Quincy's neck. When he came up to slide their mouths together, Quincy staggered to the bed, turned and fell onto the sheets on his back. Lane sprawled over him, his mouth on Quincy's, his lithe body heavier than it looked.

He was all taut muscles and heady strength.

"Fuck, you feel good," Quincy groaned into his mouth. He ran his hands down Lane's back, feeling the knobs of his spine, the dip of his lower back, then he clutched both cheeks of his wonderfully round and muscular ass. "Yesssss," he hissed, flexing his fingers deep into that hot flesh.

The shudder that ripped through Lane made him tighten his hands. Lane attacked his mouth then, ravaging with a need that made Quincy feel like his dick was going to explode. It ached and throbbed and when Lane sat up and ground his ass down on it, Quincy’s back bowed off the bed, nearly unseating the smaller man.

“Jesus, your body is insane,” Lane groaned as he tightened his thighs, wrapping his hand around his own dick and stroking, his gray eyes scorching as he stared down at Quincy’s chest.

Quincy could happily watch him touch that rigid cock all day. He had a gorgeous dick—just the right length and a little fatter than he’d expected, the head red and glistening wet. He had his own hand on it before he even realized he’d moved. Oh, Lane felt good. Silky and hard. And fucking hot.

Lane’s eyes snapped shut, his head tilted back and he thrust up into Quincy’s hand. “Yes!”

He came back down and clenched his ass cheeks around Quincy’s dick. The groan that escaped Quincy’s throat was long and rumbling and scraped over soft throat tissue. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me with that gravelly voice,” Lane said, his own tone husky and rough. He leaned down to latch onto a nipple and suck.

That hot mouth had him losing his mind more. He ran his hands over those wide shoulders, down his ribcage to his knees, which were on either side of him. Lane had soft hair on his legs. They rippled with muscle, and Quincy suddenly wanted his mouth all over that body. He growled, lifted him and turned them so Lane was on his back. He immediately opened his mouth over the sexy vee of Lane's hip, then nuzzled past his cock to his thighs. Quincy nosed between them into Lane's balls before taking one in his mouth.

Lane's entire body drew taut and he yelled.

Quincy let the slick ball go, grinned against his inner thigh, and raked his stubbly cheeks over the sensitive skin there. "I should have taken the time to shave. Especially since you went to all this trouble." He ran one finger over unfamiliar, smooth skin.

"Fuck no. I plan to have lots of sore places as a reminder of this while we go through papers tomorrow."

"Good to know," he murmured as he came up so he could just look. And touch. He ran his palms over that sweet stomach as he stared at Lane's dick. "You're gorgeous, Lane." He leaned down to kiss him again.

"So are you. Even with the way your cheek is turning colors" Lane speared his fingers into Quincy's wet hair. He smiled against Quincy's mouth. "I like the way you feel against me."

"I like it too." Quincy kissed him again, then pushed him back down onto his back. "Stay," he barked with a hand on his stomach. "I wasn't done." He moved back down, licked up Lane's dick from the base to the tip, then sucked it into his mouth, groaning as the silky skin slid over his tongue. He gave it deep, long pulls, loving the sounds coming out of the man. The ache in his jaw wasn’t bad enough to slow him.

Lane grabbed onto his hair again, his knees coming up on either side of Quincy's body. "Your mouth is so damn hot. That's it. Suck it deep. Fuck, yeah!"

Quincy's blood felt like it was boiling in his body. His own dick ached but he didn't want to take his mouth off Lane's cock. Lane had other ideas though. He gasped and tugged on Quincy's hair. "I'm loving this and I'm sure I'll ask for it at least twice tomorrow, but right now I want that long thing of beauty in me."

His words came out between gasps and Quincy looked up at him as he tongued Lane's slit, causing him to shout again.

"Okay, never mind. Do what you want! Oh God."

Quincy pulled off and sucked on Lane's hipbone, then bit it.

Lane bowed up off the bed and cried out.

"Ooh, a sensitive spot," Quincy breathed as he opened his lips over that bone and sucked. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lane fisting the sheets as he writhed and moaned. Quincy kept kissing and biting as he made his way back up Lane's body, grunting when Lane grabbed his head and shoved his tongue into Quincy's mouth. Part of that grunt was the pain in his face, but he was enjoying himself too much to hold back.

Lane pulled Quincy down on top of him and wrapped his legs around his waist.

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