Page 74 of Top Shelf
“Don’t,” I said when he started to move again. He swallowed and looked up at me, like he was waiting for instruction. Closing the distance between us, I cupped his jaw. “Would you like to taste me?”
Of all the things we’d done, it hadn’t been this. He’d been shy about the idea of sucking me off, but today, he looked hungry.
Licking his lips, he nodded. “Not—not the way you suck me though. I don’t think I can.”
“Anything you want to give me is a gift, Ferris. Anything at all.” I dragged my thumb over his lower lip. “Just a kiss, even.”
He let out a trembling breath, then curled his fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled. They dropped to my knees, then to the tops of my feet. I meant to look down at them, but my view was blocked when Ferris grabbed my dick, leaned over, and pressed a messy kiss to the head.
“Fuck.” The word erupted as a gasp and my functional knee felt weak, like it was ready to bend without my permission.
That wouldn’t do.
I cupped his chin and held it, taking my dick out of his hand and into my own. The tip was wet but not dripping yet, so I traced it around his lips, and he pursed them, kissing me again, then again. Then he opened his mouth and took me inside for a single, long suck.
“Come here,” I begged, letting go to pull him up and into my arms. “I need you. I need to feel you.”
“Do you want to lie on the bed?”
I shook my head and led him to the wall beside the dresser and spun him to face it. “Hands here, okay? I’m going to finger you, then I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“Oh god.” His voice was weak and thready, and his hands were trembling as he lifted them to brace himself.
I gave him a long, indulgent look before reaching into the top drawer. I grabbed the lube, skipping the toys because I wanted to feel him loosen against my hand. He spread his legs slightly until he was the perfect height to take me without straining my knee.
Fuck, he was perfect.
He was everything.
Ferris gasped when I pushed two fingers inside of him, and I pressed my chest to his back as I thrust upward hard, searching for his prostate. It took me a moment, but Ferris’s cheek hit the wall when I grazed it, his elbows giving out.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I murmured.
“Hnng.”
Ah. He was beyond words. “Slap the wall like this if it’s too much.” I hit beside his hand twice sharply. He nodded. “Show me, baby.” He copied me, and I kissed the back of his shoulder before pulling my fingers from his ass and slicking my cock up.
He grunted when I pressed the head against him, then moaned when I pushed inside. Fuck, he was so tight.
“God, I could do this forever. I could fuck you for the rest of my life, and I would never, ever get tired of it. Christ, look at you. So fucking horny. So fucking desperate for me.”
He whined, his knees bending slightly, ass sticking out to take more of me. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed into him. His chest hit the plaster, and he grunted, fucking backward against me just as hard as I thrust into him.
“Look how fucking much you like it. Look how much you want my dick. You are so goddamn beautiful.” I sucked a kiss against the back of his neck as I fucked into him as deeply as I could, then rolled my hips until he was whining and whimpering. “Do you want to see, gorgeous? Do you want to seewhat you look like? You want to see why I’m so obsessed with you?”
He nodded, the movement almost frantic, so I pulled him away from the wall and wrapped my arm around his hips to keep myself buried in him.
It was an impossibly slow walk to the bathroom to stop myself from slipping out. When I felt the give, I paused and thrust into him several times until I was deep again. Ferris moaned, his head falling back against my shoulder. His abs were trembling with each inhale and exhale.
“You okay?” I murmured.
He nodded. “Please, please.” They were whispers, begging for more, and I wasn’t going to make him wait.
A few more steps, and we were past the door. A few more steps after that, and we were at the sink. Grabbing his wrists, I pressed his palms to the counter, then thrust hard, lifting him up so he was bracing himself on his arms.
He was so fucking strong. Watching his biceps bulge made my dick kick deep inside him, and he bowed his head, grunting hard when I fucked him hard and fast for several thrusts.
“Q-quinn,” he stammered.
