Page 38 of Topping the Jock
“Damn,” I said, surprised. “You’re a fucking wild man, aren’t you? Quiet and shit in your everyday life, but in bed you’re a damn sadist.”
“Not quite.” Quinn popped the button on my jeans and worked them down my legs. “I’m only this way with you.”
“What’s your usual lovemaking music?”
Another short laugh left his lips. “Lovemaking music?”
“Yeah.” I smoothed my hands up his arms. “Are you an Ed Sheeran type of guy? All romantic and shit?”
“What gives you the impression I’m romantic?” he asked, rising up on his knees as I undid the button and zipper on his pants.
“Don’t know. You just seem like the type. Not with me, though.”
“Definitely not with you.” Quinn tossed his pants to the floor before setting his glasses on the nightstand. Then he was back on top of me, kissing my neck and sliding his hand into my boxers. As he grabbed my dick, he bit the area right below my ear before whispering, “Enough talking.”
We kissed hard, and my lips tingled from it. My whole damn body tingled. He stroked me as we made out, hot and heavy. I wanted Quinn so much. Wanted him to fuck me so good I’d still feel him in the morning.
“You have condoms and lube, right?” he asked, pulling his hand from my boxers.
I stayed silent, looking up at him. Fighting a grin as his expression turned impatient.
“Why are you just staring at me?”
“You told me earlier to stop talking.”
“For fuck’s sake, Monty.” Quinn breathed out, annoyed.
Chuckling, I wrapped my arms around his lean waist and pulled him down to me, our chests pressing together as I kissed him. He kissed me back, smiling against my lips… which, yeah, made my heart flutter a little.
“The stuff is in the nightstand,” I said, breathless. He was one hell of an amazing kisser. I couldn’t get enough.
“The stuff?” Quinn pushed up on his arms, his hair falling into his face. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“Want something more creative? Fine.” I grinned at the twitch in his jaw. He was trying so hard to keep a straight face. “Captain Rubber and his sidekick Sir Slick await you in the drawer for their mission.”
Finally, his composure slipped, and he laughed. “Best not keep them waiting.”
He pulled away to grab the superhero duo, and then he was back on top of me, our lips meeting again, but softer this time. Needing to touch him, I gripped his dick through his boxers, groaning deep in my throat at how hard—and big—he was. He shoved his boxers down before doing the same to mine, leaving us blissfully naked.
“What are you doing?” he asked, as I reached for the lube.
I squirted some in my palm before taking hold of both our dicks and giving them a nice slow stroke.
Quinn trembled and pressed his forehead to mine. “Oh.”
It was so fucking hot to see his walls crumble a bit. To see him just as affected by what we were doing as I was. Up until then, he’d been the one touchingmeand not getting anything in return—other than a sick satisfaction at having me bend to his will, I guess. Which was still pretty hot. I was beginning to think there wasn’t any part of Quinn that didn’t turn me on.
“You like that?” I asked, gliding my hand up and down our cocks.
“Mhm.” He squeezed his eyes shut as he released a shuddering breath. I gave a slight twist of my wrist on the upstroke and was rewarded with a soft moan. But then his eyes snapped open, and he grabbed my arms, pinning them above my head. That dark, lustful gleam surfaced again in his gaze. “No. We do this on my terms.”
“And what are your terms?” I asked, my cock aching as my arousal spiked. Before Quinn, I hadn’t realized how much I’d liked taking more of a submissive role in bed.
The center of his brow creased as he hesitated, and he nibbled his bottom lip just like he always did when he was lost in his head. I doubt evenheknew what he wanted.
Then his hold on my wrists tightened, and he leaned down to me, his face only inches from mine as he stared into my eyes. “Sit there and shut up. The only sound I want to hear is your moans as I fuck you. Got it?”
Fucking hell.
