“You can go harder if you want. Daddy can take it.”
“Yes.” Quinn’s eyes were all hungry, like I was holding a chocolate cake.
He put new energy into his efforts, pinching and tweaking one nipple while sucking hard on the other. My nips were hardwired to my cock, but Quinn was adding a whole new level of pleasure. Groaning softly, I was on the verge of coming hands-free. My cockhead glistened with precome as I rode the edge. I alternated trying not to touch and needing to jack my dick in order to survive the next minute.
When Quinn added teeth—sharp bites and teething nibbles—I moaned low, body tensing.
“Don’t come,” he pleaded, taking notice of the state of my dick. He scooted down my torso. “I need to suck you. Right now.”
“You go ahead.” I was too strung out to turn down the offer of his talented mouth. But I took a second to grab his new pillow, move it closer to his body. “I want you to rub against this at the same time.”
“I…” Quinn went bright red as his eyes dropped to the bedding. He might be embarrassed, but the way his hard cock was twitching said he wanted me to push him a little, make this okay for him.
“Go on now.” I dragged the pillow against his hip. “You want to be a good boy for me, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He nodded enthusiastically, rolling to his side and positioning himself by the pillow as I’d ordered.
“Good boy,” I praised, stroking his hair and neck. “You love how it feels, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
I might have called him on the mumbled answer, but then he was licking my cockhead, and I could barely think, let alone speak. He attacked my cock like he had my nipples, lots of licking and teasing and shallow sucking.
“You can move, baby,” I encouraged. Each wiggle of his ass made my cock pulse. The more I moaned, the more he moved in time with the bobbing of his head.
“Mmm. Look at you all sexy, mouth full of cock, humping your pillow. Dirty boy.” My voice was whiskey warm, and he moaned at the praise.
“Yes. Yes, I am.” The breathless way he always responded to my dirty talk made me throb. Even small amounts of praise resulted in him increasing his efforts.
“You are. You’re my dirty boy.” I gripped the base of my cock, jacking it as he returned to sucking the tip. “Such a good boy too. Take a little more.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He was the sexiest fucking thing. Even when he almost gagged as he took me deeper, he pulled back and tried again, so determined.
“So good.” All I could reach of him was his head and shoulders, and that wouldn’t do. “Move a little, so I can touch you while you rub.”
“Oh, yes.” Quinn repositioned himself so that I now had a fabulous view of him humping against the pillow and could touch his back and ass. At another time, this position would be good for a sixty-nine, but I was enjoying watching him with the pillow too much to change it up.
Instead, I traced the muscles of his smooth back and stretched enough to be able to fondle his tempting ass, which was round and high and damn perfect as he flexed and moved against the pillow.
“Fuck, you feel good. I’d like to fuck you sometime, just like this, you rubbing on your pillow or the bed. Would you like that?” Most of our phone-sex talk had been more oral-sex focused, so I wasn’t sure if he was into fucking, but damn, I hoped he was.
“Yes.” Quinn’s lusty moan only increased my want. “God. Yes. Been a long time, but yes. I want that.”
“We’ll go slow, baby.” I stroked his head softly. “Make sure not to hurt you.”
“Mmm.” Quinn made a pleased noise, little inhales showing he was as into this idea as I was. “You’re so big.”
“You can take it.” I thrust a little more deeply into his mouth, loving how he moaned and sucked harder. He was something else. His desperation for it, the urgency, and the way he was so laser-focused on me, only added to the experience. When he went deep, I swore I could feel the rhythm of his pulse, a loop of energy from his mouth to my hand on his back.
He was moving more deliberately now, really fucking against the pillow. Every wiggle and thrust was so damn pornographic, and I ached all over with wanting to see him let go completely.
“That’s it. You going to come this way?”
“Uh-huh,” he moaned around my cock.
“Tell me.” The pleasure from his mouth kept making my eyes drift shut, but I snapped them back open. I didn’t want to miss a second of how hot he looked.
“Yes, Daddy. Close,” he whimpered before taking me back in his mouth.