Page 62 of Protecting the Nerd

He broke off the kiss, yanked his shirt over his head, and peeled me out of mine with nimble fingers. When our naked chests rubbed against each other, sparks crackled along my skin.

I roamed his back, mapping his skin with my fingertips, squeezing and caressing. Quillon let go of my mouth and pressed kisses alongside my jaw, then down my neck. My heart was hammering, and my whole body pulsated with the effects of his touch. He scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin of my neck, right where my pulse must’ve been visible, and the rhythm only increased.

He moved farther down, sucking at a tender spot on my shoulder, and the most sinful moan flew from my lips. I’d never made that sound, but hell if I was holding back. He chuckled as he continued, finding my left nipple. Fingers first, plucking and pinching until the little bud stood hard, aching for attention, and then following with his mouth. As he sucked gently, I arched off the bed, my back in a perfect bow.

The right nipple received the same treatment, and I lay panting on the bed. He hadn’t even touched my cock yet, and I was already leaking. What the hell?

His hands grazed my waistband, but then he stilled. “This okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I suck you?”

“Fuck, yes.” Still, it was so quintessential Quillon to check consent, even when he had to know I had zero trouble saying no to him when I wanted or needed to.

The man was like a Houdini with clothes. My pants were gone before I realized it. Maybe because he kept kissing me everywhere, and it was hard to focus with so many sensations assailing me at the same time. He pressed his nose against my erection, still covered by the thin, wet cotton of my boxer briefs.

“You smell amazing,” he whispered.

“It’s the pheromones. Did you know that some men can subconsciously detect when a woman is aroused? It increases their attraction to that woman and the desire to have sex with her, especially sex in the sense of mating.”

Oh fuck, why the hell was I rambling about this? Even now, my stupid brain wouldn’t shut off.

A chuckle vibrated against my skin. “In that case, your pheromones smell amazing, nerdy, and they sure as fuck make me attracted to you…but I have no desire to get you pregnant if it’s all the same to you.”

We both laughed. “I’m good with that,” I said.

This man, this sweet, kind man who rolled with all my quirks and never made fun of me, who enjoyed the weird stuff my brain sprouted at times, and who was so endlessly patient… How had I been so lucky to find him?

“Watch this.” Quillon took the waistband of my underwear between his teeth and dragged it down until my cock jumped free and smacked against my belly.

“Impressive. You know any more tricks?”

“Wait and find out, nerdy.”

My underwear disappeared too, and then he lay between my legs, looking up at me with darkened eyes, heavy with want. “I’ve dreamed of this, nerdy, so I’m gonna take my time with you.”

His hot breath wafted over my dick, and I shivered. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

His smile told me it was a little of both. “Widen your legs for me…and can you pull them up? I want full access.”

Full view too, but that wasn’t as weird as I had feared. Showing him those parts of me felt natural.

“Mmm, perfect.” He all but hummed, then moved in. He nuzzled the crease of my thigh, breathing in deeply. He really did have a thing about scents.

I’d expected him to go straight for my cock, but he didn’t. He pressed kisses against my inner thighs, then my testicles, which had grown hard and tight. Oh, was that his tongue? It was. He was licking my… Well, that was new and not at all unpleasant.

A gentle suction and my right nut popped into his mouth, where he cradled it, swirling his hot, wet tongue around it. He sucked a little, and my eyes crossed. Almost automatically, I grabbed his head, trying to find purchase in his hair. But when he let go, I pulled him back down on me, and he chuckled. “Trying to take the lead, nerdy?”

Oops. “Isn’t that called being a power bottom?”

I vaguely recalled Fir mentioning that once.

Quillon grinned broadly. “It is…and if the shoe fits…”

I sent him my haughtiest look as I waved my hand magnanimously. “You may proceed.”

He was still laughing when he went back to business and sucked my other nut into his mouth. The man was a multitasker. He used his hands to explore while sucking my ball. I’d never done much with ass play, but when he rubbed my perineum, I squirmed on the bed. Thank god I’d turned on the ceiling fan when I’d walked in. The slight breeze was now a welcome cooling of my heated skin.

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