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But Lane had a feeling he might be. He had a feeling nobody would ever come close to making him feel what Quincy already did, and that scared him even more than having all the cops knowing about his past.

Chapter Eleven

Quincy opened his eyes but didn't move. Something felt different and it took him a moment to realize Lane had gotten up at some point and he hadn’t awakened. He had always been a light sleeper, so he blinked into the darkness of the room, surprised and wondering if Lane had taken off.

But he stood next to the blinds, staring out the window. Hoping he felt better after last night’s talk, Quincy let himself take in Lane’s intriguing silhouette. He held his breath, gazing at the concave stomach with the hint of muscle reflected in the bits of morning light streaming through the slats. His round ass, taut thighs, and those gorgeous, strong shoulders. His gaze dropped to the bulge of his soft dick in boxers.

The urge to change its shape was stronger than Quincy could fight. "Come here," he said, voice raspy with sleep.

Lane turned toward him and stared so long Quincy didn't think he would come. But he did. He crossed the room and crawled on top of him, then lowered that beautiful body down. Quincy spread his legs so Lane would fit closer against him. He wished there weren't covers between them.

Lane nosed along his jaw. "Prickly," he whispered.

"I pretty much stay that way." He did. He shaved—sometimes twice a day—but the hair of his beard was thick and tenacious.

"I have a few places I'd like you to rub your cheeks right now."

"Bet I can guess." Quincy pressed his lips to Lane's neck, feeling his pulse against the soft flesh. "Your balls?"

Lane lifted up, one of his brows raised.

"You think I didn't notice how much you like them touched? Kissed? I've never been with a man with such sensitive nuts."

Lane squirmed on top of him as if just the thought of Quincy doing those things turned him on. And it was. He could feel the evidence of Lane's hard-on against his own. He shut his eyes and rubbed against him, causing Lane to groan.

"Everybody is sensitive there. I just happen to really love the attention. But I'm sure you noticed I love attention everywhere down there."

"I did, you hot motherfucker." Quincy cupped the sides of Lane's jaw and neck and pulled his mouth into kissing range. He licked his lips then slicked them over Lane's, causing the man to groan and open his mouth. That hot, talented tongue slid over his and he didn't bother to try and contain the shudder that ripped through his entire body.

This kid owned him. Owned him and had no idea just how much.

Lane's hips sped up as he rolled them against Quincy. He groaned softly and kissed deeper into Quincy's mouth. Fuck, he loved this. Loved the slick heat of their mouths and tongues, the hard dick rubbing against his own, the man's weight on top of him. Frantic as lust flooded every part of his system, he ran his hands down Lane's back and clasped his ass, grinding him into Quincy's body.

One of Lane's hands ran down the side of his chest and waist before fingers dug into his hip bone. "You have the hottest damn body I've ever seen. Ever felt,” he whispered, obviously trying to keep the others from hearing. He kissed his neck, then ran his tongue down to his collarbone.

Quincy growled and rolled them, chuckling when the bed squeaked. He grinned down into Lane's surprised face, then slowly rubbed his chin on Lane's neck, loving the gasp he heard as Lane tilted his head back. He came up, grinned again, knowing it was wicked in the extreme and his reward was Lane's eyelids going half-mast and his gorgeous lips parting as he started panting. He knew exactly where Quincy was going with his prickly chin.

He moved down his body, slowly rubbing his chin over one hard nipple, then the other. He loved the way Lane’s lean form squirmed when he brushed the morning beard over his belly, taking the time to lick and kiss his tight stomach. Lane's back bowed when Quincy moved his lips to the bony spot on his hip. His balls weren't the only spots that drove him nuts. He hadn't been lying when he'd said he liked attention in the whole area. Quincy softly stroked his prickly chin all over Lane’s belly and groin and, like he’d wanted, Lane’s dick changed shape.

It filled with blood and jerked against Quincy’s cheek. Tap, tap, like it was saying hello. Quincy couldn’t resist. He turned and pulled Lane into his mouth.

“Agh!” Lane writhed on the bed and grabbed his hair.

Quincy held the base and ran his tongue over the veins and satiny skin before hollowing his cheeks and sucking Lane into his throat.

“Fuck,” Lane panted, still whispering. “So good at this.”

That was because he loved doing it. Loved the feel of a hard dick in his mouth. He’d known he was gay at fourteen when all his fantasies had been about dropping to his knees for the new guy in his geometry class. Groaning, he pulled off and buried his nose in the crease where Lane’s groin met his thigh and inhaled. He scrubbed his chin over Lane’s balls, unable to stop a grin when the man yelped, then covered his head with the pillow. He spread his legs wider.

Quincy licked along that sensitive crease, then down underneath his sac before coming back up to slowly rub his prickly jaw over it again just because he liked the way Lane squirmed. Liked the muffled noises that spilled from his throat in a continuous stream of erotic music. It felt so good to watch the guy turn to putty under his hands and mouth. Running his nose up Lane’s lower abdomen, he worked to bring his own body under control because, just like every time he’d done anything with Lane, it thought he was in some kind of race to the finish line.

And he wanted to savor Lane.

He turned and pulled that pretty cock back into his mouth, letting saliva build until he knew his mouth was a hot, wet tunnel of pleasure.

Lane began to grunt and thrust harder.

Oh hell yeah. Quincy put his hands on those slim hips and pressed him down, quickened his movements, and increased his suction.

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