Page 17 of Slam Dunk
He truly sounded upset. Jathan couldn’t have that. “First things first. Even if I had a line of men around the block on their knees, I’m damn near seven feet tall. Most men would be staring at my kneecaps.” A smile exploded across Quince’s face. Jathan kept going. “In second place, can you imagine me in that situation? I’d just be blushing and begging people to please stand up.”
Jathan ran his hands up Quince’s thighs. “Lastly, I find you so fucking hot that I could probably blow just from having youbreathe too hard on my dick. You’re the one who makes me want to talk dirty, pull hair, and bite. I don’t blush with you.”
His hand moved to the bulge in Quince’s pajama pants. He stroked. “You shouldn’t blush with me either. Whatever you want to try with me, I’m in. I’m always silently begging for you to touch me. It’s been that way since we met.”
Quince leaned forward and braced his weight on his hands on either side of Jathan’s head, boxing him in. He swiped his lips across Jathan’s. “Talk me through it.”
The muscles in his stomach cramped with need at Quince’s demand. “I promise I’ll love whatever you do.”
Quince kissed him. It turned heated fast. Jathan was already panting when Quince began his slow descent. He dug his fingertips into Quince’s sexy shoulders, trying to cling to sanity. Jathan kind of worried he might blow before Quince’s mouth ever touched him. He couldn’t believe Quince thought there was any chance of Jathan not enjoying anything he did. Jathan was just happy to be there. Finally, a hot tongue slid down his length.
Jathan’s entire body reacted. His toes curled. “Oh, God. You’re doing great.”
He felt Quince’s soft chuckle as he lightly sucked Jathan’s crown.
Jathan didn’t even care Quince laughed at him. “Yes. Like that.”
Quince took more of him and saliva rolled down his length.
“Jesus. You’ve got this.” Jathan focused on breathing as Quince worked his cock. He felt the way Quince kept trying to go farther before backing off again. The move reminded Jathan he was supposed to be helping. He swiped his fingers through Quince’s dark hair. It was so fucking soft. He fought the urge to pull. “If you want to try to take more, just relax your throat. Don’t think about it too much. Just—” The words died on a strangled cry as his cock hit the back of Quince's throat. Everything felt too good. He wasn’t going to make it. Two more downward bobs and Jathan’s entire body seized. Sounds escaped him. He didn’t try to hold them back. Jathan also didn’t wait to see how Quince reacted to cum filling his mouth. He sprang, flipping Quince onto his back. With only the slightest tug, he had Quince’s dick out and in his mouth. He didn’t bother pulling his pants down enough to do more than free his cock. Jathan sucked, giving Quince the full treatment while his brain was still half trapped in the aftermath of his orgasm. He bobbed on Quince’s erection, taking him down his throat. Jathan squeezed and sucked. He licked while saliva poured down his hand when he pumped. Quince sounded like a wild animal. Jathan didn’t let up even when he felt Quince’s body stiffen. A shout cut through the air and hot cum coated his tongue. Jathan swallowed and tried for more. He licked away every drop.
Quince wheezed like he had run a marathon. “Holy shit. Goddamn. I can’t think.”
Jathan kissed a path up Quince’s body. He stopped to pay homage to Quince’s nipples.
Quince lightly cupped the back of his head. His body still shook slightly, making Jathan proud. “Damn, Jathan. That was… fuck.”
Jathan captured his mouth, smothering the praise. That hadn’t been talent, practice, or skill. Jathan just craved Quince’s body in a way he never had before. It was them. They were explosive and Jathan would be goddamned if he ever willingly let go.
Chapter Seven
Nomatterhowhardhe tried, Quince couldn’t stop bringing Jathan’s hand to his mouth and kissing it while Jathan drove. The sweet smile that popped to Jathan’s lips each time had Quince fascinated. That smile was for him.
Jathan slowed as he reached the gate of his community. The thick iron piece slowly rolled back. Jathan lowered his window. “Good morning, Steven.”
A young-looking guard in the guard shack was all smiles as he waved. “Good morning.”
The fencing finally moved enough for them to enter. Jathan rolled up his window and pulled through.
“Twizzler guy?”
A bark of laughter burst from Jathan, making Quince smile. “Yep. That’s him.”
Quince couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jathan. That was why he didn’t miss the first hint of confusion that set in.
“Okay. That’s weird.”
Quince looked toward the road. He was a little surprised they were already in Jathan’s driveway. Quince had gotten lost staring. “What’s up?”
“The garage door isn’t opening again. I thought it was just a fluke when I left yesterday. The Chiron had no problems when I took Mom to lunch.”
“Asking a poor man question, but what triggers it to open?”
“Each car has a sensor installed.”
Quince nodded. “Is there another way?”
Jathan grabbed his phone and clicked around. “The door opened.” They pulled in.
