Page 35 of How to Hack a Hellhound
His hardness pressed against mine, and I couldn’t help the little thrust of my hips. He groaned into my mouth, his hand pulling on my hair. I growled again, nibbling his lip this time before licking at it.
Our tongues danced together, our teeth nipped, and Quinton ground down into my lap, rubbing our hard cocks together. Igripped him firmly in my hands but let him set the pace. He could do whatever he wanted with me.
We were both panting, and he leaned into my shoulder to catch his breath. I bit at his neck, sucking the skin into my mouth. I tasted that bittersweet flavor of him again, like a tart raspberry in sweet whipped cream. I licked at the spot as he moaned against my neck, his hot breath against my skin.
“Oh god, Liam,” he mumbled against my neck, his hips grinding down into mine. The friction of his hard cock through his sweatpants against mine in my slacks was amazing, and I was thankful I didn’t wear heavy, coarse jeans. Layers of fabric separated us, but I felt the friction and pull as his dick dragged against mine. I could imagine what his bare cock would feel like sliding against mine.
I sucked harder at his skin. I wanted to mark him. If we were going out into the world, into danger, I wanted my scent and my mark on him. He moaned louder, and I bit down, unable to stop myself, growling.
His hips thrust faster against me as he cried out, “Yes! Liam!”
He moaned loudly, and his hand reached down between us, rubbing both our dicks at the same time, pushing them together through the fabric and keeping the friction steady. I bit harder, tasting blood, and somehow it was just as bittersweet as all of Quinton was. I sucked on his neck, and his hips faltered, a cry falling from his mouth as I growled.
His body stiffened as his orgasm overcame him, a cry bursting from him. His frantic hand on our cocks, our thrusting, and the taste of him in my mouth sent me over the cliff, and cum shot from my cock into my pants.
I let up from biting Quinton’s neck and softly licked at it, nuzzling and smelling him. I wanted to bathe in his scent. His hand had loosened, and he was leaning heavily against me. I held him against me, his body soft and lax.
His head was buried in my neck, and he murmured, “You’re sniffing me again.”
“You smell good,” I answered.
“You bit me,” he said.
“I did. Is biting acceptable behavior during making out?” I asked. If the orgasm was anything to go by, he enjoyed it, but perhaps I had overstepped.
He chuckled softly, lifting up to look at my face. He was smiling, so I didn’t think he was too upset. “A little nibbling is fine during making out, my sexy stalker, but I think we surpassed making out.”
“We didn’t take our clothes off,” I pointed out helpfully.
“No, we just came in our pants like two teenagers instead,” Quinton smirked.
“It was worth it,” I assured him. I didn’t care for the mess, and drying cum was certainly not a nice feeling. I added, a bit disgruntledly, “Even if I will need to buy more dress pants at this rate.”
“You know you can wash them or get them dry cleaned or whatever, right?” He laughed at me, getting up and reaching down to pull me up too. “Let’s go get cleaned up. I know you hate being messy. I need different clothes before we go to the club anyway.”
“We can stop in my room before heading to your place to shower,” I told him.
He looked at me, raising an eyebrow. “You’re coming to shower with me?” he questioned, and there were definitely some claws in the statement.
I gave him my best puppy-dog look. “Aftercare,” I murmured.
He sighed dramatically, but there was a little smile on his face as he said, “Alright, grab your shit and let’s go, Sexy Stalker.”
Chapter 13
Quinton
Bliss on a Friday night was all energy and chaos. The music blared, the lights were dim, and bodies writhed on the dance floor. I should’ve been scoping out the bartenders, bouncers, and partiers, but instead I was staring at Liam.
Because… yeah. He was wearing another pair of dress slacks, but his button-up shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, showing off his sexy arms, and the top two buttons were undone, showing just a hint of chest.
He was hot as fuck, and we’d just come in our pants together. I didn’t know what was stopping me from grabbing my sexy stalker and riding him off into the sunset (or into an orgasm or two, anyway).
He was just so fucking sweet. He treated me like I was special. The fact that he just held me after orgasms—what the fuck was that? Even my brief forays into dating hadn’t had anything resembling cuddles. All the cuddles in my life had been friend-related and not sex-related. I think it was short-circuiting my brain.
Liam turned those piercing blue eyes back to me, because he was actually looking around, and I could see the faintest hint of flames as they landed on my neck. Because yes, I had worn tightjeans and a scoop necked shirt that showed off the love bite on my neck.
I didn’t even know I was into biting, but when my sexy stalker had sunk his teeth into my skin, my orgasm had rolled through my body like electricity. We were definitely not lacking in the chemistry department, that was for damn sure.
