Page 97 of No Place Like Home

Quincy was in the living room, shirtless, probably having finished a workout. He turned to look at me with scrunched eyebrows. I had been ignoring him, and here I was without notice. If our friendship lines hadn’t already blurred enough, this was out of the norm.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding concerned.

I probably looked like hell. I didn't say anything. Instead, I kneeled at his feet.

Quincy’s eyes went wide. He looked at me with such intensity since this was a first, and instead of being led by the moment, he was still concerned about it.

“Jess?” he asked, trying to sound serious. “What’s going on?”

His voice was strained as I pulled his dick out.

I had no idea what I was doing. And if I had been thinking rationally, this would have been another line that would not have been crossed. But I wasn’t thinking rationally, and putting all my focus into this helped me forget about everything else.

Without much thought, I pulled him into my mouth.

“Shit,”he hissed when I began to suck him in.

How hard could this be, right? At first, it was easy, and I made the mistake of looking up. Quincy’s legs were spread wide to accommodate me. My hands rested on his lap. He was in my mouth when our gazes collided.

He was looking down at me, and those green eyes were shining bright with such an intensity that made my stomach do somersaults. What had happened earlier was temporarily forgotten, and my next goal was to please him.

I took him deeper into my mouth, and my jaw began to hurt. Pain radiated from my jawline in trying to accommodate him.

“Jesus,” he groaned, making the pain more tolerable.

I kept going, and then he cupped my face. His touch was something I didn’t need, not when he did it so tenderly. His hand caressed my cheek and then moved toward the nape of my neck.

“Jess,” he said.

I ignored him and kept going.

“Jessamine,” he hissed.

I looked up at him.

He didn’t say anything at first. He instead grabbed one of my hands and brought it to his dick. Together, we began to move my hand up and down.

“Now suck,” he groaned.

It was easier. I focused on giving him pleasure to ignore how he was looking at me. The hand that had been on my neck moved to grasp my hair, slightly pulling it.

I moaned around him.

I knew he liked this, because he did it repeatedly, to the point that I was now rubbing my thighs together to get some friction. His hips began to move, thrusting into my mouth. My eyes were watering. I could barely breathe.

Quincy seemed to grow harder, his hips moving faster. He pushed the hand on the back of my head to a rhythm that pleased him.

“I’m coming,” he forced himself to say.

I didn’t move; I just knew I wanted to give it my all—and give it to him. Cum filled my mouth, and I struggled between swallowing it down. I felt it begin to trickle down my chin. I pulled away, and in doing so, Quincy’s dick left my mouth with an audible pop.

Instantly my cheeks flamed.

His hands wrapped around my shoulders and brought me down to his lap. I couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. That was a first for me. There was too much intimacy between us. Since his dick didn’t do it, I would choke on that for sure.

Quincy didn’t say much but forced me to turn his way.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

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