by Quinn Ward
I let him suck me a bit longer, thrusting my hips in a silent plea for more. Peter dug his fingers into my hips and pushed me away long enough for him to stand and lead me to the bed. Before he joined me, he grabbed the bottle of lube my smartass brothers had left on the nightstand with a bow around the neck. “Remind me to thank them later.”
Peter straddled my chest, feeding me his cock. His thighs tensed as I held him in my mouth. The snick of the cap opening seemed to echo through the room and cold lube dribbled onto my chest. He rocked forward, and I wished there was a way I could suck him while watching him finger his hole, readying himself for me. I curled a hand around his shaft as I pulled him out of my mouth and began kissing my way along the underside of his length.
He cried out and tensed again when I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. “So… good…” he panted, letting out a groan that told me he’d pushed a second finger into his tight hole. “Want… you… Need… you…”
“Take whatever you need from me.” Peter slid down my chest, our bodies fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle. “Fuck me, Peter. Love me.”
“Always.” He curled a hand around the root of my dick, steadying me as he sank down onto my length. Peter bit his lip as he lowered himself, wincing at the burn. I’d long since given up on asking if he was okay, trusting him when he said this was his favorite part. It was mine, too. There was nothing I loved more than watching the discomfort on his face morph into ecstasy as he relaxed. After a few moments, he let out a sigh and began riding my dick. Slow, long strokes, nearly pulling out before sinking back down.
“You’re so beautiful like that,” I praised him, propping myself up on one elbow so I could reach his face. “Love the sounds you make when you fuck me.”
Peter reached behind my body and fondled my balls as I gripped his dick and started stroking him, matching the rhythm of his ass around my cock. Sweat beaded across his forehead, dripping onto my stomach when he bent down for a quick, uncoordinated, sloppy kiss. I knew then he was getting close to blowing his load, and I didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
I placed a hand on his shoulder to straighten him and redoubled my efforts, savoring the swell of his dick in my hand. He ass tightened around my cock as the first spurt of cum coated my fingers. I bucked off the bed, fucking him hard and fast, chasing my own release. With one final thrust, my back bowed, and I let out a string of curses as I filled him. It’d only been about a month since we decided to forego condoms, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get over the sensation my cum leaking out of his ass after he collapsed in a heap on my chest.
We held one another, both gasping for breath as we came down from the high of our orgasms. Peter nestled his face against my neck, kissing me softly as his entire body relaxed. As we drifted off to sleep, both still covered in sweat and come, I offered up my thanks once again for whatever forces brought us together. I’d never allowed myself to imagine a life with Peter, but now I hoped I’d never have to face one without him.
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Kinky in the City #3
“You still have about twenty minutes before we finish setting up for the next series of pictures. Why don’t you lay down and close your eyes for a little bit?” Before I could argue with him, Levi pulled a pillow and blanket out of one of the prop totes and guided me to the other end of the couch. “Matteo, listen to me. I’m not trying to treat you like a child, but we barely scratched the surface on the images John wants us to get today. There is going to be a lot of work for you to do and I don’t want you exhausted by the time we wrap up for the day.”
Something about the way Levi’s voice pitched deeper as he spoke made my dick twitch yet again. Deciding it was easier to listen to him than to fight about whether I needed a nap, I laid down, secretly loving the way he cared for me. He draped the blanket over my torso and rubbed my back until my eyes drifted shut. This feels good.
“I’m glad you think so,” Levi whispered. My eyes shot open when I realized I’d said that out loud. Levi ghosted his fingers across my temple and down my jaw. The caress was so tender and light it made my chest ache. “Don’t worry, Teo. There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. No one’s going to judge you for liking to be taken care of.”
I let out a soft sigh and listened as Levi kept talking to me until finally I drifted off to sleep. Sometime later, I awoke to someone gently shaking my shoulder. I looked up to see Levi staring down at me. I rubbed the sleep for my eyes, wondering how long I’d been out for. As I sat up, I rubbed my hands down my face hoping like hell I didn’t have creases from the pillow across my skin.
When I stood, Levi reached out a hand and wiped a line of drool from the corner of my mouth. Wasn’t that just wonderful. I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. It was a damn good thing I wasn’t interested in Levi, because I was pretty sure that would’ve ruined any sexual chemistry.
Levi led me back to the other side of the set, which was now set up to resemble a toddler’s bedroom. This time, I was more prepared for what we were doing and I was proud of myself for keeping my head high and shoulders back, as if this was all part of the job. Levi rummaged through one of the totes, referring to his clipboard before pulling out a pair of briefs covered in race cars with bright red piping. I tensed when he held them up in front of me, as if trying to decide how they’d look stretched across my backside. He shoved them back in the tote and pulled out a pair that was boring blue and orange stripes.
He handed them to me, motioning towards the dressing room where I’d changed earlier. I glanced around, and realizing we were the only two on the set right now, turned my back to him and stripped off the diaper. Cold air blasted my dick and balls, causing them to retreat into my body for protection. I chuckled at the thought as I pulled on the undies he’d given me.
“Those are much better than the ones John picked out,” Levi mused. I looked over my shoulder and caught him staring at my butt. I fidgeted, pulling my knees together, hoping my dick didn’t decide to wake up under his scrutiny. I couldn’t understand why today, with this man, my broken libido decided to prove I wasn’t sexually dead inside.
I sucked in a sharp breath when Levi ran a single finger down the length of my spine. Goosebumps broke out over my entire body; whether from the central air blasting or his caress I couldn’t be certain and I didn’t want to think about that too much.
Levi cleared his throat. I spun around just in time to see him reach down to adjust himself. Usually, I was a bit uncomfortable when people noticed me, but having his attention had the opposite effect. I stepped in, wanting to taste him, but he pushed me away. I held back my disappointment when he said, “Let’s finish getting you dressed and I’ll call Denny and John back in.”
I held out a hand for whatever else he wanted me wearing for the next part of the shoot, stilling when he gathered the T-shirt in his hands and pulled it over my head. It was cut weird; I had the normal amount of room in my shoulders and across my chest, but it was short, almost like the crop tops Peter wore sometimes, but not. His were clearly designed for w
omen, but my shirt looked like it was for a little boy. A toddler.
Levi turned to leave, but I grabbed a hand to stop him. His eyes widened slightly as he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. I wasn’t so oblivious that I didn’t know when I was being checked out, but the way he didn’t wasn’t like when my brothers dragged me to the bars. There, I felt uncomfortable, like I was nothing but a piece of meat, someone’s conquest for the night. When Levi perused my body, I felt… wanted. Cherished. Like he wanted to take care of me, because it’d bring him joy, not because he didn’t trust me to look after myself.
Fuck. I was an idiot, sitting here fantasizing about shit like that.
“Did you need something, Teo?” The timbre of his voice dropped as he spoke. Usually, only my brothers got away with calling me Teo, but I loved hearing the nickname cross his lips. I shook my head, the nerve to ask him if he knew why I was more intrigued than repulsed by the scenarios we were creating lost. “Why don’t you go over and start playing. Maybe you could draw me a picture?”
My snippy retort was killed by a single quirked eyebrow before Levi walked away. I glared at the set, muttering again about how stupid this all was. Whatever spell had been cast by Levi picking out my outfit and dressing me had been broken by his departure.
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Acknowledgments
This book would not have been possible without the help of friends. You probably hear that a lot, but in this case, it’s totally true.
Shaw has been a relentless plot bunny breeder. She’ll trick you into going out for coffee, then feed your sickly plot bunnies until they’re healthy and strong. And then she’ll hound you to make sure you’re properly caring for them.
Kristen offers to house stressed out authors, giving them a quiet place to finish stories, with the added benefit of gay orgies across the inlet. Seriously, there’s no other explanation for what we saw. And all you have to do in exchange is sacrifice one editor and a gallon of ice cream to obtain passage to this safe harbor.
William nearly sacrificed himself for this story. Remember that safe harbor? Well, he’s the one we attempted to kill. But fear not, no editors were actually killed during the production of this story. Once book three is ready to go, he will take over the breeder role, as that’s the story he’s waiting for me to write.
Denise, Janeane and Erin are fluent in Quinntation at this point. They suffered through nearly incomprehensible drivel, telling me if the story was working. Although, in retrospect, I’m wondering if they read the same story I wrote, because yeah, it was that bad at the start.
Sheena and Barb have been the final eyes on the story, looking over my “perfect” masterpiece to give it that bit of polish (and find the typos my eyes missed after reading the story eleventy billion times).
And, of course, there is everyone in Quinn-tessential Readers… none of this would be possible without your support. Thank you for taking a chance on me!
About Quinn
Quinn is a non-binary ace author of LGBTQ romance. Despite growing up in a liberal area of the Midwest, they always thought there were limited identities a person could claim, but none of them fit. It was partly through the LGBTQ book community online that they began to realize there was more to life than being cisgender and straight, gay, or bi.
Throughout everything, the one constant in Quinn’s life has been writing. It’s the piece of their life they’ve never questioned. It’s their safe harbor, sometimes their escape from everything that’s worrying them. And in 2018, they’re taking the next step and publishing the stories that have kept them sane.
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