Hope on the Rocks by Annabeth Albert

Thirteen

Adam

“Okay. You got me. The broccoli wasn’t terrible.” I smiled at Quinn as we took our plates to the sink. The salad he’d made had been tasty, and it had been nice to have food waiting for us.

“High praise.” Quinn flicked me with some water.

“Oh, I’ve got better praise for you.” I pulled him to me, heat flaring through my veins. I liked that he was relaxed and playful, and now I was ready to play some more. “You ready to be a good boy for me?”

“Yes.” His cheeks pinked right up, but he glanced down at the sink. “Dishes—”

“—can wait.” I tugged him toward the stairs. “We’re due.”

“True.” Cleaning abandoned, Quinn followed me upstairs. Earlier, he’d put his purchases in his room, and the neat row of paint cans along the wall made me smile.

“This time, I want you naked.” I yanked up his T-shirt. Making out with him slowly last time had been delicious, but I’d spent the last four days regretting that I hadn’t seen any skin beyond his cock.

“Naked is good, but you too,” Quinn demanded as he finished the job I’d started, removing his shirt and jeans. He had a similar vibe to this one British actor who turned me the fuck on, with his lean, pale frame, pink nipples, and sparse chest hair. Quinn’s stomach was a little fuzzier, which was cute. The hipster glasses he left on only added to his appeal, but I gave his gray boxer briefs a pointed look.

“Everything,” I ordered. I pulled off my overshirt and then the T-shirt underneath. I wasn’t as conventionally hot as Quinn—I had more of a belly and thicker limbs and way more body hair—but I wasn’t self-conscious. Quinn seemed plenty appreciative. I tossed my jeans on top of his on the floor.

“Oh my word,” he breathed, openly appraising my body. “You have the hottest chest I’ve ever seen.”

“You do like fuzzy, don’t you?” I laughed and rubbed one of my pecs. The pillow he’d bought was lounging on his bed. I wasn’t that furry, but with each passing year, I did get closer to the bear-Daddy stereotype. And if Quinn liked that, so much the better.

“And your nipples.” He trailed a finger down my chest. “So sexy.”

They’d always been prominent, wide and dark, but I’d helped them along a little too. “I pump sometimes when I solo play. Helps me edge.”

“That’s so hot.” Quinn’s wide eyes had me wishing I’d done more. Turning him on was such a rush, getting me the rest of the way to fully hard.

“Glad you think so.” I gathered him against me. The rub of our stomachs and glancing brush of our cocks had both of us gasping. “You’re damn sexy too.”

Taking a step backward, I tumbled us onto the bed, a controlled fall that ended with Quinn half on top of me, all breathless smiles.

“Can I touch you?” He ran his hands down my biceps.

“Be my guest.” I had plans for him too, but if he wanted to explore a little first, I wasn’t going to stop him. His touch felt damn good. Rubbing his face against my chest, he stroked my arms and shoulders before moving to my belly. He played with the fuzz there, making me laugh. “Tickles.”

“Hmm. I’ll just have to find my fun elsewhere.” He dragged his thumb against one of my nipples, making a happy noise when I hissed in a breath.

“Go ahead,” I encouraged, having a good idea of what he was after.

“Mmm. Thank you.” Nuzzling my pec, he licked my nipple gently. He alternated little flicks of his tongue with light sucking that had me groaning. “I love this, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” I cupped his head, not pinning him there, more so I could play with his silky soft hair. “You do that all you want.”

Quinn’s sound of delight went straight to my cock, and as he started sucking in earnest, I had to fist myself and arch my back. This was too good to end too quickly, but I had to give my straining cock a little relief. I loved the attention he was lavishing on me. He could have an oral fixation all he wanted if this was the result.

“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.

“If you come first, I’m going to come on you,” I warned. “You want that?”

“Yes. Yes.” His muffled moans were almost enough to get me there.

“Gonna get you all messy, dirty boy,” I promised, loving how hard he sucked at every filthy word. His hips pumped harder against the pillow, and when he reached up to brush my nipple with his fingers, I had to clamp down on my body, keep from coming right then. He was so close that I wanted to focus on only him.

“Coming. Oh. Coming.” He released my cock and moaned and shuddered, coming apart for me exactly how I craved.

“Fuck yeah. You are so fucking sexy. You stay just like that,” I ordered as his shudders slowed and he collapsed against the bed.

“Oh. Yes. Come on me,” he urged as I moved to kneel next to his prone body.

“You got me so close.” Two strokes, and I was there, the wave I’d been holding back about to swamp me.

“Yes. Please, Daddy. Come for me.”

No stopping it now. Pleasure cascaded over me, made all the more intense by the way he’d let go for me. I came, painting his back with rope after creamy rope.

“Oh my God,” Quinn moaned into the mattress as I fell back onto the bed right next to him.

“You really do need a shower, messy boy.” I dragged a finger through it, liking seeing him marked by me.

“I do,” he groaned and gave a half-hearted wriggle. Him all fucked out and sleepy was almost as hot as him climaxing, knowing I’d caused that.

“Stay here a minute first.” I stayed him with a hand on his shoulder. Soon enough he’d need to escape to the shower, and I’d need to get going, but I was going to soak up every last second of this first. And hell, I wasn’t even out the door yet, and I was already counting down to my return.