Page 54 of Remote Access

That thought had him shivering and working to tamp back the lust swelling like crushing waves through him. But that’s not what he needed then. He needed that fullness, that possession. He wanted to walk around sore the next few days so he could be constantly reminded of how it felt to have Quincy fucking him. “Next time,” he said softly. “Promise there will be one of those?”

“Promise.” Quincy pulled his hands out of Lane’s pants and stepped back to pull off the other man’s shirt. His gaze burned over Lane’s exposed flesh as he knelt to tug down his jeans and boxers. He didn’t even wait for Lane to kick them off before he was kissing the head of his cock. Quincy licked at the drop of fluid, then sucked out more, delving his tongue in the slit. He licked around and around the head and down the underside.

Lane grabbed his head as Quincy opened his lips and pulled his dick into his mouth. At the same time, he cupped his sac, smiling around his dick when Lane cried out. He gave his cock a long, hard suck, sending pleasure skyrocketing through Lane’s body. He thrust his hips, feeling his dick hit the back of Quincy’s throat before he swallowed around him.

Lane bowed over his head, gasping for air, so close to blowing and so not being ready to. He reluctantly pulled his cock from Quincy’s mouth and started to back toward the pallet, forgetting his pants were still around his ankles. He gave what had to be the most unsexy flail ever before falling back onto the blankets on his ass.

“Well, that was hot,” he muttered as he kicked out of his pants and underwear.

Quincy threw his head back and laughed before crawling to Lane. He stretched out over him, falling between his legs as he sucked on his jaw then kissed his lips. “Sexiest fall ever,” he murmured as he made Lane forget all about his embarrassment with his tongue.

“Lube!” Lane yelled, tearing his mouth away. “I’m so ready for you.”

“You’re not, but you will be.” Quincy groped around him before sitting up on his heels. He tossed the condom onto Lane’s chest. “Put it on me.”

Lane didn’t take his gaze away as he tore open the packet and smoothed the rubber down Quincy’s dick. He ran his fingers over his balls and pressed two fingers into the sensitive skin behind them, loving the way Quincy’s eyes rolled back into his head. He took the bottle of lube out of Quincy’s slack hand and covered his own. He smoothed the cool gel all over Quincy, then poured more on his fingers.

He spread his legs slowly. His toes curled in pleasure at the raw heat pouring from Quincy’s blue eyes as he watched with an avid gaze as Lane rubbed his finger around his hole. He spread the lube nice and thick, then gasped and brought his legs up higher so he could slide one finger inside.

Quincy grabbed onto his thighs and pushed them back, baring all of Lane to that scorching gaze. He tightened his ass around his finger and watched Quincy’s mouth fall open as he began to pant. He slid in another finger, his hole swallowing them as Quincy’s Adam’s apple bobbed in a hard swallow of his own. Lane bit his lip, his dick aching. “Touch my cock,” he whispered.

Quincy let go of his legs and picked up the lube. “Keep your legs right there.”

Lane did as told, feeling the muscles in the backs of his thighs pulling.

Quincy poured lube onto his hand before he wrapped it around Lane’s prick. “Keep fucking your ass with your fingers,” he ordered.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but Lane didn’t give a shit. He was burning up and the hand on his cock felt so good—almost as good as the way Quincy looked at him. Like he could eat him—like maybe he wouldn’t be able to leave him. While he stared, Lane added a third finger, groaning at the stretch.

Quincy gasped. “Yeah, take it.”

“I’m ready for you. Please.” Lane didn’t care that he’d reached begging point—he’d beg, plead and even steal again to get this man inside him.

Quincy pulled Lane’s fingers from his ass then ran his thumb over his hole before pressing it inside. He slowly fucked Lane with it, eyes locked with his. Lane writhed and panted and grabbed onto his legs.

“Fuck me,” he begged.

Quincy suddenly growled and lined himself up. His hands came back to Lane’s thighs, his sticky fingers gripping him with heady strength as he slowly, surely pressed inside Lane. He’d worked himself over enough the sting was barely there and he moaned as he was filled up. When Quincy’s dick pressed into his prostate, he sucked in air, eyes going wide, hips coming up off the blankets. “Yes!” he hissed.

Quincy pulled back then pushed in again and again slowly, pausing to let Lane adjust to his girth, but each movement hitting him in just the right spot. When his hand went back to Lane’s dick, he moaned and let go of his legs, using his calves to brace Quincy over him. Quincy tried to smile but it wobbled and changed into a gasp as Lane squeezed around him.

“Kiss me,” he breathed.

Quincy did, his mouth warm, his tongue wet and so fucking sensual as it slid against Lane’s that his toes curled again. He wrapped his arms around Quincy, holding him close, tilting his hips to rub his cock against Quincy’s abdomen. Sweat slicked between them, adding to the slide and he groaned into the man’s mouth. Quincy rocked his hips, pushing deep inside Lane. They moved together until Lane felt like nothing but a being of pleasure. And the way Quincy slid so slowly inside him, the way he loved Lane’s mouth with his own—the man was making love to him.

That knowledge took the very floor out from under his back and he cried out and clutched hard onto Quincy, coming so hard he nearly lost consciousness. The unbelievable pleasure roared through him and he quaked against Quincy as the man’s hips sped up and he panted into Lane’s mouth. Quincy’s movements grew faster and faster, their bodies sliding together with sweat and semen and when he suddenly went taut above Lane, Lane could only watch in amazement at utter joy stamped on Quincy’s features. He shook and groaned, spilling into the condom. And Lane could only hold on.

As long as he had him.

Which wasn’t long because Quincy’s phone rang. Considering it was after midnight in Oklahoma and whoever was calling had to be from there, Lane’s heart clenched. Quincy frowned and scrambled off the floor. He went to the bedside table and swiped up his phone.

“Yeah,” he barked into it, his forehead creasing into a frown as he listened. “I’m so sorry, Gareth. Yeah, he was a good man. I loved him, too.”

Lane sat up, realizing that had to be Gareth on the other end. Quincy had told him during the drive that Gareth had been caring for his uncle, paying for an expensive facility and cancer treatments when they’d known all along the treatments would have little effect.

The uncle must have passed.

“I’m flying back in just a few hours. I’ll be there to help. Yeah, buddy, I know.” Quincy set his phone down. “So much for afterglow.”

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