Page 16 of Quinton's Quest

He moaned again and tucked his face against my neck.

I moved my head to the side to give him better access.

Fucker better not give me a hickie.I could sweet talk my way out of a lot of things—especially with coworkers. With Mama? Nothing made its way past her. I picked up the pace of my tugs.

His breathing hitched. “Jesus, Quinton.”

Oh yeah, he was enjoying himself. I set a punishing rhythm as I willed him to come.He needs this. Hell, I need this. Probably as much as him. Because this was me taking control in the same way I had in the hotel room. He might’ve done the fucking, but I was an incredibly bossy bottom who demanded satisfaction and wasn’t afraid to ask for whatever I wanted.

He jerked as his pace faltered.

I redoubled my efforts. “You’re fucking coming, Leo. Do you understand this? You don’t have a choice.” Again, I swiped my thumb over his sensitive slit.

He came.

Spectacularly.

As he spurted cum all over my hand, he rubbed his cheek against my neck.

I’m going to have beard burn for certain.

Oh well.I had a scarf and, just as importantly, I knew how to duck out of the hospital unobserved.

“Jesus.” Leo’s harsh breath against my neck tickled.

“Nope. Just Quinton Li.” I wiped my hand on the inside of his boxer briefs. How he escaped here without detection wasn’t my problem.

“You…?” He pulled back to meet my gaze with unfocused eyes.

“What about me?” I blinked up at him—hating he was taller than me.

“You haven’t come.”

I laughed. “You noticed. I don’t give a shit about that. My coat’s long enough to cover my boner. It’ll be gone halfway home.”

“Or…”

I cocked an eyebrow.

Slowly, with evident deliberateness, he sank to his knees.

Jesus fucking Christ. Is he…?

Yep. He was. He unbuttoned my jeans, lowered my zipper, then yanked down my briefs and jeans.

Cold air hit my cock, but my erection didn’t wane. Nope. If anything, under his scrutiny, I got harder.

He licked a drop of precum at the tip.

I jerked my hips.

His grin widened. He swirled his tongue around my crown, then sucked me into his mouth.

Warm wetness enveloped me, and I damn nearly came on the spot.Hold out. For just a bit. Because he’s going to make it so fucking good for you. He’d done this before but, more importantly, he didn’t do anything by half measures. I might not know everything I wanted to about Leo Rodgers—but I knew this.

He continued to pull me farther and farther into his mouth.

I resisted the urge to thrust. Making the good surgeon gag just didn’t feel like the right move at this moment.