Page 27 of Topping the Jock
Was he about to punch me? Hell, I’d let him. I deserved a good pop to the jaw.
“I’m sorr—”
“Stop talking.” Quinn slammed me against the locker, his green eyes dropping to my lips. He had a hand on each side of my head.
And then he kissed me.
I grunted against his mouth, taken by surprise. For years, I’d wanted to know what his lips would taste like, and now he was kissing me. And fuck, I kissed him back. Like the volcano, my pressure had built up too high, and all I could do now was release it all.
Part of me thought I was going crazy. Quinn Beck couldnotbe kissing me. Punching my lights out? Yeah, that sounded more believable. But not this… not the breathy sighs leaving his lips as our mouths pressed together over and over again. Not the almost desperate way he clung onto me as he panted between hot kisses.
As he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I gripped his wavy hair, running my fingers through the strands like I’d wanted to do for so long. He groaned as I yanked on it harder. His glasses bumped against my brow as he deepened the kiss, and he withdrew long enough to take them off and set them on a bench before he was back on me, his lips slamming against mine.
There was something feral about the kiss. Like maybe Quinn reallydidhave a wild side. He sure as hell had a dominating one. He pinned me to the locker, telling me with only actions that he had absolute control. I willingly gave it to him.
“God, I want you,” I moaned as he moved from my lips and nipped at my jaw. The woodsy scent of his cologne tickled my nose, adding to my arousal. Everything about Quinn drove me wild, from his cold demeanor to the way he smiled when he thought I wasn’t looking.
Quinn slid his hands beneath my hoodie and caressed the bare skin of my belly, a low growl forming in the back of his throat as he rubbed my abs.
Had he wanted to touch me as long as I’d wanted him to?
Our mouths slammed together again as he glided a finger along the waistband of my athletic pants. The light caress gave me chills. Then, he shoved a hand inside. I whimpered as he took hold of me, stroking me from root to tip. My already semi-erect cock hardened even more.
My brain tried to make sense of the situation and failed. Maybe Quinn was like the volcano too, no longer able to hold his desire inside.
“I—”
“Don’t talk,” he said, meeting my heavy gaze as he continued stroking me. “You’ll ruin the moment with that stupid mouth of yours.”
A croaky laugh escaped my lips, transitioning to a moan as he bent forward and nibbled the base of my throat, his hand still working magic in my pants.
Quinn, who was normally so composed and reserved, had let loose and attacked me like a sex-crazed animal. I enjoyed seeing this aggressive, dominating side to him. I wanted to see more.
“You told me your secret,” Quinn murmured, gliding his lips along my neck. “Wanna know mine?”
Christ. I could barely breathe, let alone speak. Never once in my twenty-eight years had I ever been so fucking horny. I nodded.
“I liked watching you fuck him,” he said, his voice low. Seductive.
Okay, I take that back.NowI was the horniest I’d ever been.
Quinn breathed on my neck, sending excited ripples along my skin, and stroked me a little faster. “I liked the way you grunted as you pushed into him, how your muscles flexed with each thrust. I liked seeing the pleasure wash across your face as we made eye contact.”
I panted, turned on by his words. His hand in my pants helped with that too. He paid extra attention to the head of my cock, massaging my tip. Pressure built inside me, and my breaths quickened, much like his hand. My top would blow any moment.
“Wanna know another secret?” Quinn whispered, running his nose along my jaw, his hand keeping a steady rhythm as my thighs started to quake. “After I left the locker room, I was so turned on that I rushed into the bathroom and jacked off to the thought of you.”
That did it. My balls drew up, and I came into his hand, my heart beating out of my chest as I shuddered against him.
Quinn softly kissed my neck before pulling back and removing his hand from my pants. A smile curved his lips as he grabbed his glasses from the bench and put them back on.
“That was, uh, interesting,” I said, my voice shaky. I was still coming down from my high. “So, you’re into voyeurism, huh?”
Quinn snorted. “I don’t go around watching people have sex, Monty. You’re the only one. You should feel special.”
“Oh, I do. Really special.” My cock felt special too. Better than the orgasm, though, was knowing Quinn had crushed on me too back in high school. “Wanna make me feel special again tomorrow?”
He rolled his eyes.
