Page 26 of Confession
“I’m confident that it will work out.”
He huffs. “Of course you are.”
When I shrug, a smile tugs at his lips. Goddamn. He’s so fucking beautiful.
“I loved fucking your mouth,” I tell him. “I loved seeing your lips around my cock.” Those lips, still swollen, part slightly. He starts breathing harder. I stand from the chair. “I loved how your eyes were streaming, how you gagged and struggled with my dick down your throat.”
His hands clench beside his thighs as I walk toward him. His dick is standing stiff inside his sweats. I curl my hand around his jaw from underneath like I did earlier, tilting his head.
“And when you came, choking and screaming on my cock?” His eyes close and he shudders. I wrap my other hand around his covered dick, eliciting a needy little sound that makes me ache. “You were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen in my life.”
His eyes squeeze shut. I can see his frustration. He has something he wants to say. I let him take his time while I lightly stroke his dick through his sweats. I’ve never touched another man’s dick before, but even without touching his skin there’s an electrical current going through my body. I love having my hand on him.
Deep in my mind, there’s a frustration with myself that I’ve never discovered this before. I want to know why.
I force the question away. I’m here now, and it feels right. I want him. I want inside him.
More than that, I want him to understand that he’s mine. I think, in a way, he always has been. How the hell did he imagine that I was going to let him go, much less fire him?
Quinn says, “I need this to be just—oh, fuck. Jesus Christ,” he cuts off when I squeeze his dick.
I know what he was going to say. He needs this to be just sex, as though we’re going to start fucking and somehow continue with everything else as though things will stay in their own little boxes.
He’s fucking delusional.
There’s a part of me that recognizes I’m thinking and acting a bit insanely. I’ve never behaved this way before. Quinn wasn’t wrong about me not doing relationships.
But this is different. Quinn was already not allowed to leave my life, something I didn’t fully realize until he got hurt. And he may think I’m experimenting, but I’m not. This will be different for me, but I already know, from everything I know about him, and definitely from the way he blew me, that he’s perfect for me.
To my surprise, the fact that he has a cock is not only not a problem, but a huge bonus. I need my hand on it bare. But I need to finish this conversation first.
But Quinn is struggling to focus as I lightly stroke him. If I weren’t gripping his jaw, he would pitch forward. His pupils are blown, his eyelids half closed.
“I don’t want to get confused,” he manages.
“I’ll help you understand.”
“Vitali—”
“Quinn. Tell me what you like.”
“I think you know.”
“This.” I move my hand to his throat and squeeze. His eyelashes flutter. “This.” I squeeze his dick again, and he shudders. “Andthis.” I move fast, switching my grip to yank him up and spin him, shoving his head down and hauling his ass against me. I groan in relief at the pressure against my cock.
“I need you to give me a safe word,” I tell him, holding him in place as he trembles. He doesn’t answer me. “Quinn.”
“I don’t want one.”
“I don’t care. Red?”
“Fine.”
I don’t like his tone, so I haul him upright. That clearly pisses him off. He turns and shoves me.
He goes stalking off. His fists are clenched. His cock is hard. He wants me to chase him and force him. I can tell, I can see it. But he doesn’t get that until I know we’re clear.
I start unbuttoning my shirt. “Accept it,” I tell him.
