Page 14 of Untamed Instincts

Noah clutched at Quinton’s arms, like he was holding on for dear life. He yanked the man closer, Noah’s coffee sloshing, spilling some on them, and then Quinton heard the cup hit the floor.

The intensity of the kiss heightened until Quinton’s mind was empty of everything except Noah. He explored the inside of his mate’s mouth then gently bit his lower lip.

Quinton sprinkled kisses down his mate’s throat, smiling when he felt the vibration of Noah’s moan.

Fuck. He was so damn hard it was almost painful. Leaning back, Quinton pulled his mate with him, draping Noah over his chest.

Cupping the back of his mate’s neck, Quinton lowered the man’s head until his lips brushed over the shell of his ear. “I want to suck your cock, sweetheart.”

He palmed Noah’s ass and pressed their bodies together, grinding against the guy to show Noah just how hard he was. “I’m dying to feel your soft lips sucking me off.”

Noah went rigid.

Quinton at once pulled his hands away, holding them out at his sides. He wasn’t sure why his mate had reacted that way, but he wanted to make it clear that Noah was free to get up if that was what he wanted to do.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Noah lifted his head and gazed at him. “Why would you ask that?”

He seemed genuinely confused. Quinton stared at his kiss-swollen lips, his mussed hair, and the shine in his eyes. “You…” Fuck. His mate wasn’t the only one confused. “Are we good?”

The man’s blush was out to kill him. “Yes.”

That was all Quinton wanted to hear. He reared up and placed his mate on his back. Quinton’s foot kicked his own mug, adding to the soaked mess on the rug as he unfastened his mate’s pants and tried to work them down.

“Lift your hips, hon.”

Noah complied, his hands fisting the cushions. Quinton could hear how quickly his mate was breathing as his hard cock slapped his stomach.

“So goddamn pretty,” Quinton murmured. Despite Noah’s cock being a bit shorter in length, his girth more than made up for it.

Quinton scooted back and then dipped his head, licking around the mushroomed head.

Noah gave a sharp cry, his hips bucking. Quinton’s lips sank onto his mate’s prick, taking the shaft down his throat.

Using his throat muscles, he created a suction on his way back up, stunned when Noah orgasmed, his semen flooding Quinton’s mouth.

Without missing a beat, he swallowed, licking his mate’s cock clean. Quinton suckled the head for a few seconds before he let the softening flesh slip from his mouth.

“Sorry!” Noah covered his face and groaned. “I can’t believe I only lasted five seconds,” he grumbled behind his hands.

Quinton couldn’t believe it either. He tugged at his mate’s hands. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, hon. I just wished I’d known you had an easy trigger. I would’ve gone slower to draw out the pleasure for you.”

“Stop trying to remove my hands,” Noah whined. “They are now permanently attached to my face.”

Quinton chuckled. “Honestly, it happens to the best of us from time to time, especially when we’re with someone new.” He leaned over Noah and whispered, “Suck my cock and all will be forgotten.”

His mate’s hands slowly lowered. He eyed Quinton, and then his gaze slid down to his crotch.

Quinton worked his jeans and underwear down his thighs before he lay back, palming his throbbing cock. “Come here, Noah.” He thrust his hips playfully. “Show me how soft those lips are.”

His mate sat up. He looked sexy as hell all disheveled, his eyes glazed from his orgasm. Noah crawled languidly toward him, heightening Quinton’s arousal.

Lips parted, Noah stopped then stared down at Quinton’s erection with curious eyes.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” Quinton moaned. With his free hand, he massaged the back of Noah’s neck, encouraging him to lower his head.

Tentatively, Noah descended toward Quinton’s throbbing erection. If this was how his mate approached giving head, teasingly deliberate, Quinton loved it. It only added to the anticipation.

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