times sucking cock made him breathless and dizzy when he couldn’t get air, but this was the first time a kiss had done it. And he had plenty of air. He arched against Quinn’s body, dick rubbing the soft hair and ridges of Quinn’s lower belly. The rim bounced over a muscle, and Eli groaned into the kiss. God, the man must do crunches in his sleep to have abs like that.
The rest of Quinn’s muscles were just as strong and capable as they rolled Eli on top, letting him grind against Quinn while that kiss went on. Eli swore his fingertips were tingling from it, hell even the tips of his hair, and he wanted—needed—something hard and deep inside to balance all that gentle pressure. He tried to move, to get Quinn with an agenda that would involve something fucking Eli’s ass, but Quinn didn’t do anything but shift his grip to the back of Eli’s head and wrap the other arm around his waist.
Eli shoved, and Quinn let him go, a puzzled look in his eyes. Eli braced himself with his hands next to Quinn’s ears.
Quinn’s gaze softened, and he brought a hand up to rub his thumb across Eli’s lips. They still tingled from that kiss. Eli dragged Quinn’s thumb into his mouth and sucked.
“Come back down here. I’ll get you off.” Quinn’s deep voice rumbled between them.
Eli didn’t have any doubt about that. Quinn knew what Eli liked and wrapped it up with a hot Daddy bow.
It came as a shock to his dick, since Eli’s higher brain could usually be counted on to agree with the one between his legs, but that wasn’t what Eli wanted. Well, it wasn’t only what he wanted. He wanted the whole Quinn package with his active, forceful participation.
After shaking his head, Eli treated Quinn’s finger to a reminder of Eli’s oral skills before letting the finger rest on his lips as he spoke. “I want to wait for you, Daddy.”
Quinn’s eyes darkened, and he cupped Eli’s face.
“Quinn,” Eli corrected himself, remembering what Quinn had said at the end of the last round.
“Are you turning down a blowjob?” Quinn’s smile didn’t seem to be mocking Eli now.
“It’s not that I don’t like them.” His tone held a lot more wounded dignity than he’d intended, and he tried to erase it with a grin.
Of course Eli liked getting his dick sucked. He hadn’t met a guy who didn’t. But he liked the way Quinn had fucked him, hadn’t ever had someone push as hard as that, someone really get what Eli wanted. He doubted there was going to be a sudden shortage of blowjobs in Baltimore. But guys who topped like Quinn? Who made Eli feel safe and scared at the same time? If there were a lot of them hiding in town, Eli hadn’t been able to track any of them down.
“Because I’ve got to tell you, when my dick gets hard, I’m probably going to want to shove it up your ass again.”
Ties that Bind
SE Jakes
Can two men let go of the past in order to find their future together?
Men of Honor, Book 3
When helo pilot Glen Rhodes flies Navy SEALs into the most dangerous places on earth, he has nerves of steel. Since his trusted Dom’s death three years ago, though, the thought of submitting makes him panic.
Determined to move on and long past ready to release the adrenaline rush from his job, Glen returns to home ground—and to the bar he hasn’t had the heart to enter for three long years. There, he meets a man who seems to fit naturally into the void.
Derek Mann has suffered his own losses, and he isn’t looking for permanent. Easy conquests don’t interest him, either. One look at Glen’s proud military bearing and sad eyes tells him that he has a challenge on his hands. And that winning Glen’s trust will unleash something wild and beautiful.
The plan is to tread lightly. But from the first touch of skin on skin, there’s no holding back…except when it comes to their deepest emotions. A Christmas Eve crisis pushes them both to their limits, leaving them no choice
The rest of Quinn’s muscles were just as strong and capable as they rolled Eli on top, letting him grind against Quinn while that kiss went on. Eli swore his fingertips were tingling from it, hell even the tips of his hair, and he wanted—needed—something hard and deep inside to balance all that gentle pressure. He tried to move, to get Quinn with an agenda that would involve something fucking Eli’s ass, but Quinn didn’t do anything but shift his grip to the back of Eli’s head and wrap the other arm around his waist.
Eli shoved, and Quinn let him go, a puzzled look in his eyes. Eli braced himself with his hands next to Quinn’s ears.
Quinn’s gaze softened, and he brought a hand up to rub his thumb across Eli’s lips. They still tingled from that kiss. Eli dragged Quinn’s thumb into his mouth and sucked.
“Come back down here. I’ll get you off.” Quinn’s deep voice rumbled between them.
Eli didn’t have any doubt about that. Quinn knew what Eli liked and wrapped it up with a hot Daddy bow.
It came as a shock to his dick, since Eli’s higher brain could usually be counted on to agree with the one between his legs, but that wasn’t what Eli wanted. Well, it wasn’t only what he wanted. He wanted the whole Quinn package with his active, forceful participation.
After shaking his head, Eli treated Quinn’s finger to a reminder of Eli’s oral skills before letting the finger rest on his lips as he spoke. “I want to wait for you, Daddy.”
Quinn’s eyes darkened, and he cupped Eli’s face.
“Quinn,” Eli corrected himself, remembering what Quinn had said at the end of the last round.
“Are you turning down a blowjob?” Quinn’s smile didn’t seem to be mocking Eli now.
“It’s not that I don’t like them.” His tone held a lot more wounded dignity than he’d intended, and he tried to erase it with a grin.
Of course Eli liked getting his dick sucked. He hadn’t met a guy who didn’t. But he liked the way Quinn had fucked him, hadn’t ever had someone push as hard as that, someone really get what Eli wanted. He doubted there was going to be a sudden shortage of blowjobs in Baltimore. But guys who topped like Quinn? Who made Eli feel safe and scared at the same time? If there were a lot of them hiding in town, Eli hadn’t been able to track any of them down.
“Because I’ve got to tell you, when my dick gets hard, I’m probably going to want to shove it up your ass again.”
Ties that Bind
SE Jakes
Can two men let go of the past in order to find their future together?
Men of Honor, Book 3
When helo pilot Glen Rhodes flies Navy SEALs into the most dangerous places on earth, he has nerves of steel. Since his trusted Dom’s death three years ago, though, the thought of submitting makes him panic.
Determined to move on and long past ready to release the adrenaline rush from his job, Glen returns to home ground—and to the bar he hasn’t had the heart to enter for three long years. There, he meets a man who seems to fit naturally into the void.
Derek Mann has suffered his own losses, and he isn’t looking for permanent. Easy conquests don’t interest him, either. One look at Glen’s proud military bearing and sad eyes tells him that he has a challenge on his hands. And that winning Glen’s trust will unleash something wild and beautiful.
The plan is to tread lightly. But from the first touch of skin on skin, there’s no holding back…except when it comes to their deepest emotions. A Christmas Eve crisis pushes them both to their limits, leaving them no choice
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