Page 71 of Topping the Jock
“Quinn,” he panted, his stomach muscles quivering. “I’m gonna come.”
I pulled off the toy and stopped jerking myself, using that hand to squeeze the base of his balls, preventing him from coming.
“Fuck!” Monty sat up on the bed, hands resting on top of his head as he breathed in and out. He was shaking. His cock strained and jerked. “Quinn. Please.”
Maybe he’d had enough. I had used the Fleshlight on him for about seven minutes earlier before pulling off, then another six just now. And I hadn’t gone easy on him. They had been fast jerks, bringing him right to the edge before denying him. He was overstimulated and probably hurting with the need to release.
“Since you asked nicely.” I placed the toy back at his tip and slowly pushed down, letting go of his balls.
The muscles on Monty’s abdomen jerked, and he softly whimpered. He had calmed enough to where he wasn’t on the verge of coming anymore. But I knew it wouldn’t take long to get him back to that point. It wouldn’t take me long either. As I moved the toy on him, I stroked myself. Two minutes later, Monty gasped.
“Holy shit.” He emitted a deep, drawn-out groan. His thighs shook and his stomach muscles tightened. “I’m coming. Fuck I’m coming.”
“That’s it, baby,” I said as his orgasm hit. “Let me milk you.”
Monty moaned like he never had before with me. His voice cracked as he whimpered, his cock spurting so much that it leaked out from the bottom of the Fleshlight. His orgasm must’ve lasted fifteen seconds or more. And then I was coming too, dropping my face to his leg and kissing his inner thigh as I shot my load onto the towel I’d brought from the bathroom.
I pulled off the toy and set it on the towel before crawling up the bed toward him. His lids were heavy as he panted, and once I was close enough, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down to him.
“You called me baby,” he whispered against my temple.
“I did?” Shit. I didn’t even remember. The heat of the moment had gotten to me.
“Do you… I mean, is that how you feel about me?” Monty’s voice was softer than usual. Vulnerable.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words halted in my throat. HowdidI feel about him?Babywas an endearment a lot of guys used even when they didn’t feel anything for the people they were using it on. But I felt the truth in the center of my chest. I had meant it. Somehow, I had let Monty past my walls. Into my heart.
I wasn’t just falling for him… I had already fallen. Deeply.
However, it was too soon for me to say shit like that. Right? We’d been fooling around for two months, but I had hated him for half of that time. Or so I told myself.
“What would you think if I said yes?” I’d had to force the words out. I wasn’t sure if he’d even heard them.
Monty tilted my face up, meeting my gaze. As I stared into his warm brown eyes, I forgot how to breathe for a second. “I would think you were probed and aliens were controlling you now.”
Shocked, I burst out laughing. A laugh he caught with a kiss. I moaned and flipped him to his back, hovering over him as our mouths melded together. His hand burrowed in my hair, and I placed mine at the curve of his neck. He smelled like sex and his fuckboy cologne, and he tasted like Starburst candy.
“Stay the night with me,” Monty said against my lips. “Please.”
An ache pierced my chest. The intensity of my newfound feelings for him were enough to bring me to my knees—had I been standing. Instead, they brought my lips down to his again. An unspoken answer to his request.
There, in his bed, was the only place I wanted to be.
Chapter Fifteen
Monty
Gray light streamed through my bedroom window the next morning. Rain steadily tapped on the glass, and thunder rumbled in the distance. A hand slowly moved up and down my bare side, fingers lightly grazing my skin.
Quinn.He had stayed the whole night, holding me close as we’d fallen asleep.
When I peered up at him, he was awake. Sandy hair fell across his brow, and his sleepy eyes crinkled at the edges as he softly smiled.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice adorably raspy.
“Mornin’.” I rolled over to face him and pressed my lips to his collarbone. It had been over a year since I’d woken up with someone else. I’d forgotten how much I liked it. “You stayed the whole night. I’m shocked. I thought you’d sneak away once I fell asleep.”
“And leave you for Michael Myers to find? Absolutely not.”
