Page 106 of End It All

My back arched as Quincy sucked me off again, his cheeks hollowed out as he bobbed his head up and down. I gripped histight curls. His hair had grown out since I'd last seen him, a steady afro popping up now that he hadn't cut it for a while. It was nice. I liked it.

"Quincy, fuck!" I shouted as he went from sucking my cock to lapping at my hole. "What are you doing?"

"Feasting," he growled. "You taste so damn good. I wish I could get even deeper than this."

I had no idea what to say to that. All of my thoughts were snatched anyway as he shoved his tongue inside of me more, his nails gripping my thighs as he ate my ass. Quincy squeezed my cheeks, kneading my stiff muscles as he groaned and flicked his tongue over my flesh. I reached down and toyed with my cock, my hand not nearly enough to satisfy me alone. Quincy refused to even come up for air for what felt like ages. When he did, he wiped his mouth and grinned as I laid there, panting and moaning. He crawled up the length of my body before his lips found mine.

Quincy kissed me like he was never going to see me again. So long, hard, and passionate that I felt my cheeks turning red, but I didn't want to pull away. Instead, I kissed him back just as hard. I had to remind him of who he belonged to at the end of the day.

He reached over my body and yanked open a drawer. When Quincy straightened up again, there was a huge bottle of lube in his hand. He sat back on his knees, showing it to me before he poured a large amount on my cock. As soon as it was wet enough, he worked some over his hole before he shoved at least a finger inside and lubed himself up. When he pulled it free, he hovered over my cock and took hold of it.

"You gonna ride me?" I asked. "I thought only bottoms did that," I teased.

Quincy stared at me before he impaled himself on my dick. Every teasing word disappeared as he slid down my length. Bit by bit, the lube made more of me slide inside, and I groaned as Irolled my hips up once more. He gasped out, his hands perched on my chest for leverage. Quincy looked down at me, his brown eyes staring into mine.

"Shut up," he said.

I laughed. "You're gonna have to move more than that if you want me to shut up."

Quincy raised his hips and slammed them back down, stealing the breath from my lungs. I groaned, my fingers digging into his flesh as he raised and lowered himself. A look of pure bliss colored his face, his mouth hanging open as he panted and moaned.

"Fuck, I missed you," he groaned.

As good as it felt to have his hole wrapped around my dick, and the vindication that he did in fact want me, even sober, nothing felt as good as hearing those words. I never thought of myself as needing anyone else in life, or needing much of anything either. Now, I had an entire family. And a man that was fucking himself senseless on my dick while his eyelids fluttered. He threw his head back, his moans filling the air as he spoke.

"Blake, yes. Just like that. Move your hips more."

Quincy’s words forced a shiver down my spine. It was like he'd broken the spell over me. As big as he was, it wasn't that difficult to roll over and toss him back on the bed. He cried out as I took up my spot between his thighs and drove my cock inside of him roughly. The way his head tilted back made me reach up and wrap my hand around his throat. I squeezed, feeling the way his pulse raced beneath my fingertips. When he whimpered, I squeezed harder.

"You whimper like a little bitch for me," I moaned. "I love that."

"Baby girl."

I slammed into him so hard, he cried out, his voice catching in his throat. His eyes were wide, and I loved how... alert he was. How completely in the moment we were.

"You really pissed me off," I said.

"I know."

"Don't you think you should pay for that?"

Quincy cried out as I jerked his cock. "Don't do that! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that shit up—Ah!"

I ignored him and jerked him off faster. His panting was like music to my ears as I toyed with him. I could tell he was on the edge, the way he reached down and grabbed my arms, his nails digging in as he tried to stop himself. But I wasn't gonna let that happen.

"Fuck!" he yelled.

Ribbons of cum shot out and decorated his torso. They hit me too. I scooped up as much as I could, gripped his jaw on each side until his mouth opened, and fed him his own cum. The look in his eyes was nothing but pure bliss. He lapped up every drop, his eyes trained on me as his tongue flicked and darted between my digits. His juicy lips wrapped around my fingers and he sucked on them too, his cheeks hollowing out as he fucked himself on my still-hard cock.

"I said a punishment," I reminded him. "This is definitely a reward for you."

"You can't punish me with much when it comes to this body," he said after he slipped my fingers out. "Whatever you do to me is a prize."

"We'll see about that."

I pulled my cock free and shifted on the edge of the bed. Quincy sat up, a puzzled expression on his face. I poured lube into my palm before I started jerking myself off. A moan left my lips as I tilted my head back and gave in to how good it felt.

"What are you doing?" Quincy asked.