Page 26 of Remote Access

"Condom," Quincy said on a gasp as his dick came into contact with Lane's. He couldn’t stop from rubbing against it.

Lane pushed him back, causing Quincy to laugh briefly when he shoved a condom into Quincy's hand.

He made short work of getting it on which wasn't easy with Lane suddenly knocking him to his back and climbing all over him. His mouth latched onto Quincy's collarbone and moved up his neck. He nuzzled Quincy's chin, rubbing his soft cheek back and forth over the stubble.

But he slowed around the bruised areas.

That made Quincy’s gut clench for different reasons.

"You're going to be red all over tomorrow." Quincy ran his hands over Lane's back and down to his ass. He cupped both globes in his hands and groaned. "Your ass is so damn perfect. The first night I saw you—when I hadn't even seen your face—I thought you had the best ass I'd ever seen."

"So, it was lust at first ass?"

"Definitely." He squeezed his hands and ground Lane's dick against him. "Grab the lube."

"Yesss," Lane hissed, groping to the side before plopping the bottle in his hand. He went up on his knees above Quincy. "I'd offer to get myself ready, but I want you to do it.”

“Never been with a guy so focused on his own ass.”

“Complaining?”

“Fuck no! We’re going to be real compatible in this.” He winked.

“I love play there. All of it."

He looked so gorgeous perched above him. Quincy lubed up his hands—both of them. He wrapped wet fingers around that pretty dick while he moved the others over his balls and behind. He rubbed circles on his pucker as he slid his other hand up and down, loving the silky slide of lubed fingers over satiny skin. Lane's cock throbbed in his hand. It was so hard and he was so obviously turned on, Quincy watched him with awe. Lane's head was thrown back, his mouth open and his eyes closed like he needed to fully concentrate on the feel of Quincy's fingers circling, slowly pushing into his body.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he chanted. He slowly opened his eyes, the beautiful things storm gray like an Oklahoma spring sky. "Another. I like the burn."

"Fuck." Quincy had to close his eyes a moment because he felt suddenly yanked back into his teenage years—ready to come at the drop of a hat. And he'd just done so in his fucking pants in a warehouse. "You drive me crazy," he growled.

"Oh?" One sassy eyebrow went up as Lane grinned, and the sultry cast to his mouth made Quincy's dick throb harder. He couldn't wait to have that mouth wrapped around him. Lane braced his hands on either side of Quincy's head, his body still moving as he slowly fucked himself on Quincy's fingers. But as he stared, something seemed to snap in him and he came down to softly kiss Quincy.

He felt the responding snap, lust surging through him so hard and fast, he cursed and pulled his fingers out. "I gotta get in there. You ready?"

Instead of answering, Lane reached back and grabbed him, then aimed his body down.

A hoarse shout ripped from Quincy's mouth as tight heat enveloped him. Lane didn't hesitate much either, just kept up a steady slide down until Quincy was fully seated in his body. Neither of them spoke then because all Quincy could do was hold onto Lane's hips and work not to thrust up inside him, to give him time to adjust. He was unable to string two coherent thoughts together as he watched Lane’s expression go from pain to pleasure. His skin flushed all over his chest, neck, and cheeks, his mouth hung open and as he moved, a slick layer of perspiration started to glisten on his flesh.

Stunned, Quincy couldn't take his gaze off him, even when his eyes slid nearly shut from sheer pleasure. "So hot. Tight."

"And you're hard. Fuck. I’m good. Time to move!"

Growling, Quincy flipped them, put Lane's legs over his arms and powered into him.

"Yeah!" Lane yelled. “That’s it!”

He thrust, pleasure coiling so tight he felt it in his back and his legs and his balls. Everywhere. Lane grasped onto him tight, rocking his ass up so Quincy went deeper. The muscles in Lane’s abdomen clenched and released as he worked himself on Quincy’s cock.

Lane grabbed onto Quincy’s shoulders and tugged hard, pulling Quincy down onto his body.

“Here is where your height is so fucking cool,” he growled against Quincy’s mouth before thrusting his tongue inside.

Since Lane didn’t seem to mind having his knees nearly in his face, Quincy didn’t bother to stop pushing in and out of his body. He fucked deep and pulled out slowly, loving everything about this from the hot clasp around his cock to the slick, agile tongue in his mouth. Pleasure built but it didn’t sweep in to overwhelm him as it had in the warehouse—no, it grew and filled his entire body like his nerve endings had been electrified. Glad he’d come already once today, he wanted this time to last. And last.

He groaned and shoved Lane’s legs up higher.

“Yes!” Lane shouted.

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