I tore my hands free, wrapped my arms around him, and surged up so he was sitting on me. I slammed my mouth into his, penetrated it with my tongue, curled my tongue around his.
Quinn stilled. “Mark.” His palm was warm on my cheek, and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. He leaned back, bracing his hands on my thighs, offering himself to me, and I shivered. A small, needy sound passed his lips as the altered angle had my c**k directly targeting his prostate.
He began to move again, his gaze on mine. I propped myself on an elbow and used my free hand to trace the hot, silken length of his c**k. He was oozing precome. I gathered some on my thumb, brought it to Quinn’s mouth, and rubbed my thumb over his lips. His tongue swept out, and he tasted himself on them. I slipped my thumb in
