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He made a soft choking sound. “Yes, Ferris. I want you more than I’m comfortable saying out loud.”
That might have sounded like a threat. Or something dangerous, maybe. If it had been anyone else, I probably would have grabbed my crutches and attempted to run out on him. But I understood the words he wasn’t saying. The emotions he was feeling that didn’t really have form or definition.
What I felt for him was so much. It was bigger than me, and it felt like my chest was struggling to contain it.
“I want to make out now,” I blurted.
He made a startled noise, but before I could apologize—and really, I probably would have—he twisted his body and took me by the sides of my neck. His touch was perfect—grounding without feeling like he was choking me. His thumbs stroked upward, tracing my jawline, and his eyes were roaming over me like he was kissing me with his gaze first.
“How far can I go?”
I frowned.
“I want you, sweetheart. I want all of you. How far would you like to go today?”
“Oh.” I hadn’t really thought that far. “I don’t know. I haven’t been able to get hard since I got hurt.”
“If you don’t?—”
“I want you to make me orgasm,” I told him plainly. “I think I’d like if you sucked my dick.”
Air rushed from his lungs, past his parted lips, and then he nodded. I stole a glance at his eyes and saw his pupils were all wide again, like they had been that first time. I wondered if mine were like that too.
Maybe I could find out one day if he fucked me in front of a mirror. The thought was instantly erotic. I could picture it almost perfectly—him behind me, my legs spread and bent, holding my weight as he took me from behind.
I’d be able to see what he did to me. I’d be able to read it on my face and watch it in my body as I took him deeper—all the way in. I’d be able to see what it looked like when he made me come.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
He didn’t wait for me to ask twice. He gripped me tighter than before and immediately devoured my mouth. The kiss felt like coming home. It felt like being lit on fire from the inside, but not hot enough to burn. His tongue tasted a little bit like our dinner—sort of spiced and rich. It was warm and it was wet and he pushed it inside my mouth, almost like he was mimicking the way he’d once fucked me in the ass.
My dick was hard now—not all the way, but close.
Taking Quinn’s hand, I pressed it over my crotch, and he groaned before breaking away and gasping against my shoulder. “You want me to suck you off now?”
I nodded frantically. I hadn’t felt like this since the night I was with him, and I was pent-up. It had been too long, and Iwasn’t going to last. “I…I might…” I took a beat. I needed him to know.
“It’s okay,” he said softly as he urged me to stand up. “Can you do it like this? Can you hold yourself up?”
“Wait,” I said. “W-wait. Wait.”
He paused, his entire body almost frozen midway through reaching for me.
“I’m going to come.”
He blinked up at me. “Right now?”
“No. But…your mouth,” I said. Fuck, why couldn’t I just say what I meant in these situations. I licked my lips. “It’ll be a lot.”
“Oh.” His gaze met mine, and he reached for the waistband of my sweats. “That’s alright. I don’t want you standing for too long anyway.” He stretched his leg under the coffee table as he moved himself to the very edge of the cushion.
His powerful, incredible hands had my sweats pulled to my knees with a single tug, and then those hands were on me. The barely there calluses were rough against my dick as he gave me a single stroke, then looked up into my face as he parted his lips and fitted them around me.
“Shit,” I gasped. My hands flew to his shoulders to brace myself, and he hummed, nodding as he sucked me in a little deeper. And then a little more.
My vision started to white out almost immediately, the room a sort of greyish blur. I needed something to focus on, so I lost myself in the way his shirt was soft under my palms and the way his hair was long enough to touch the back of my hand. Then he curled his tongue and sucked hard, and I was lost.
I didn’t realize I was falling forward until he caught me, my dick hitting the back of his throat as it pulsed and spilled. I could feel him swallowing hard as his arms cinched around my waist, and for that moment, there was no pain.
