Page 168 of Saving Sparrow
“I was…” His eyelids fluttered.
“Turned on?”
“Yeah,” he panted.
“I know, you came in your pants. I almost climbed over Elliott’s limp body to stick my dick in you right then.”
Miguel dug into my forearms.
“Were you jealous, too?”
“I… don’t know.” He frowned. “I don’t think so.”
“You miss it. You miss me fucking you that way.”
He dropped his gaze. “Sometimes.”
My hands went to the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he stepped away. “No. Not tonight. It’s late, and you and Elliott… That was a lot just to watch. I’m tired.” He licked his lips, making no move to leave.
I yanked him to me, digging a hand inside his underwear.
“Quentin, I said no.” He fought to pull my hand free. I got two rough strokes of his dick in before he got away.
We were a few feet from each other now, breathing heavily. Miguel took one look at the size of my hard cock and shuddered.
“I’m going to bed.”
“Not before I fuck you.”
“I said no, Quentin.”
“I don’t care.” I grabbed my dick, holding it like a weapon.
Miguel brushed past me, yanking his arm away when I grabbed it.
I followed him into the hall, chasing him as he hurried toward the bathroom. It was the only room with a working lock.
He nearly got it closed, but I shouldered it open, sending him stumbling into the shower door. He tried to rush past me again, but I took him to the ground.
We tussled in the small space, grunting as I pinned his wrists above his head with one hand and spit-lubed my cock with the other.
My blood pumped swiftly through my veins as he put real effort into bucking me off him. His dick grew bigger, straining against the pouch of his underwear.
“This what you want? Huh? This what you need, Guelly?”
He was too worked up to talk, too worked up to breathe. Putting an end to the games, I forced his legs apart, tore a hole in his underwear, and shoved all the way in.
“You’re mine,” I growled, fucking him with an edge sharper than the one I’d fucked Elliott with. “You’re bothmine.”
Miguel
Then
Half asleep, I reached across the bed. Fingers grasped mine, pulling me into a warm embrace.
I rubbed my hand up and down the broad back, stilling at the feel of unmarred skin. “Quentin?” I rasped. We blinked fully awake, staring at each other before jerking upright. We were the only two in bed. We leapt up, rushing out of the bedroom. Turning the corner, we spotted Elliott tiptoeing to the apartment door.
“Are you fucking sneaking out?”
