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When he was ready to climb the walls, I did what I had wanted to do from the first time I pictured his hot body naked. Parting my lips I pushed his head into my mouth. I could taste the tang of his pre-cum. It turned me on as much as it did him. I had Quin’s cock in my mouth. It was his most sensitive, secretive part and it was inside of me making us one.

Pushing him as far into my throat as I could, I released one of my hands to push further. To my surprise, my throat swallowed him. My tight muscles gripped the head of his cock squeezing the life out of it. Quin slapped the bed with pleasure. I was willing to stay like that for as long as I could, but he pulled my hair wanting to be released. Pulling him from out of my throat, he gasped panting for air.

He couldn’t take being in my throat anymore, but I wasn’t ready to stop increasing his pleasure. I wanted to see my boyfriend cum. So, wetting my mouth as much as I could, I stroked him with one hand while washing the ridges of his head with my mouth.

It didn’t take long before his grip on my hair again tightened. He wasn’t pulling me off of him. This time he was encouraging me to go deeper. Fucking him with my mouth, I jacked my hand faster. His body shifted lifting his chest. His leg muscles tightened. Then with the force of a firehose, the hottest guy I had ever seen shot his cum in my mouth.

It was like he would never stop cumming. I drank it all. Even when his fluids ceased, his cock continued flinching. Any movement I made sent his body into spasm. I couldn’t move and he couldn’t lift his arms.

When it felt safe to pull away from him, I released him and crawled up his body. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to cradle him in my arms and feel his warmth against my bare chest. It was incredible to have his naked body in my grasp.

I held him until he helplessly fell asleep. I loved this guy so much. Staring down at him, I couldn’t figure out what I had done to be this lucky.

Quin was the love of my life. I was sure of it. And I didn’t want to be apart from him again.

Chapter 13

Quin

I had really good dreams after falling asleep in Cage’s arms. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. As he was giving me the most incredible sexual experience of my life, I was thinking about how much I wanted to see my boyfriend naked. I wanted to touch another man’s penis for the first time. But, more than that, I wanted to feel that closeness with Cage.

That didn’t happen, of course, because his blow job was too good. That’s unfair to say. The truth was everything he had done was too good.

I had never been kissed like that or in any of those places. I was ready to explode so many times as his large hands moved over me. And I considered it the achievement of my life that I hadn’t shifted as he did it and then howled at the moon.

I knew what I wanted next, though. I wanted to give him a fraction of the pleasure he had given me. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted the two of us to become one. I didn’t care how. But if getting a blow job could feel that good, the best thing I could do would probably be to give him one back.

The thought of it sent a warm feeling rushing through me. What would it be like to hold his most intimate part in my hands? I wanted to find out.

Feeling more awake by the moment, I made my plan. Maybe I would wake him by wrapping my lips around his morning wood. That was a thing that non-virgins did, right? It had to be.

No longer feeling his arms around me, I was about to open my eyes and go in search of his body when a knock on the door snapped me awake. Remembering where I was, my eyes popped open. I looked left and then found Cage on my right. He had popped his head up as well.

Oh well, so much for waking him with a blow job. And as I thought of a new plan, I heard rustling paper. I looked at the door. The sound was coming from a note being slipped underneath it.

Feeling me move around, Cage looked over at me.

“Morning,” I told him with a smile.

His tired eyes crinkled as it formed a smile in reply. “Morning. How did you sleep?”

“Like a rock. How about you?”

“I was a little restless.”

“It was because I didn’t give you any relief, right? I fell asleep so hard. I was going to give you a blow job to wake you up. I had this whole plan.”

Cage chuckled. “That’s okay. We have plenty of time for that.”

“We have right now,” I said with a devilish smile.

“We do. But, aren’t you a little curious to find out what someone slipped under our door?”

He wasn’t wrong. The intrigue of it screamed from the back of my mind. Never before had I felt more alive than I did unraveling the mystery behind Cage’s past. Not only could it reveal something about what I was, but it might do the same for Cage. And doing it for him made it ten times more engaging.

I was figuring out something that would change Cage’s life forever, something that he had been wondering about for a lifetime. If I could do this for him, it would be the best way to show how much I cared about him. So that meant, yes, I was far beyond “a little curious” about the note that was just slipped under our door.

“I guess,” I told him not wanting him to think that I didn’t want to put my hands all over him.