Page 16 of Untamed Instincts

Biting his bottom lip, Noah glanced up to make sure Quinton was still asleep.

Yep, he was out cold.

With his heart racing, Noah slid his finger along the length. The skin was soft and somewhat wrinkled. He glided the pad of his finger over the head, dots of cum still clinging to the slit then stuck the digit in his mouth.

Then grimaced. Tasting cum while sucking cock was different than sampling it… His eyebrows flew up as he watched Quinton’s prick slowly harden.

It was the craziest thing to watch. Noah had seen his own hard cock plenty of times, but to see someone else’s fill in was sort of fascinating.

“See what you do when you fondle me in my sleep?”

Busted.

He glanced up to see Quinton staring heavy-lidded at him.

“You’ve awakened the beast.” There was humor in his voice, but the man wasn’t lying. His cock, when erect, could be called a beast. It could’ve been called a lot of things, as silly, stupid pet names for his cock had come to mind.

“But first”—Quinton tucked his fingers under Noah’s chin, turning his head to stare into steel-gray eyes—“we need to finish our conversation.”

Ah, yes. The one about why Noah felt so attracted to the guy. Quinton could add an attribute to the reason for his attraction, and that reason rested between the man’s legs.

Putting his troubles from his mind, Noah relaxed his chin on his folded hands, which rested on Quinton’s broad chest. “I’m listening.” But his mind was elsewhere.

Namely between Quinton’s legs.

Noah, like any other guy, had watched some porn. But he’d watched it for educational purposes, as well as for obvious reasons.

One particular video had gotten permanently stuck in his head. The one where the men were similar in size to him and Quinton.

The “Quinton” actor had been hung. Swear, the guy had to have been a descendant of a sperm whale. Watching the “Quinton” guy penetrate the “Noah” guy, the real Noah had at once lost his erection.

Now that he thought about it, maybe that was why he had always run for the hills.

And now he was draped across the “real” Quinton, their pants and underwear halfway down their legs, cocks hanging out—one soft, the other vying for Noah’s attention—while Quinton wanted to talk.

Only in Noah’s life could a guy have him naked but not want to fuck.

“Either you know about my world, or you just completely zoned out on me.” Quinton knocked gently on Noah’s forehead like it was a door. “Did you hear what I just said?”

Noah hadn’t heard a word.

“Sorry. A particularly scary memory popped into my head.” Noah smiled apologetically at him.

“Want to tell me about it?” Quinton sounded sincere, his gray eyes growing soft. That tender expression wasn’t enough for Noah to share the porn story. He’d already humiliated himself once tonight by turning into every guy’s worst scenario.

A five-second man.

“Could you repeat what you said? I promise to listen this time.” Noah stared into those gray beauties. “My complete focus is on you.”

A knowing, shit-eating grin curved Quinton’s sensual mouth. “You were thinking about my cock.”

In a way. “Are you so sure it was your prick I—” Noah cut off the rest of what he was going to say.

One, it dawned on him that maybe what he was about to say was completely inappropriate. Talking about one guy’s prick in front of another while clothes were halfway shed was in poor taste.

Two, the storm brewing in Quinton’s eyes was evidence Noah needed to clean up that unfinished sentence.

“Was totally thinking about your cock.” Noah patted Quinton’s chest like he was making nice with a wild animal. “Now, what did you say?”

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