Run This Town 04 - (Watch Me) Save You

by Avril Ashton

  He pushed the hoodie off Tek’s shoulders, and he shrugged out of it before tossing it to the side.

  Smooth skin for days. Quinn could spend hours exploring all the secrets Tek’s body kept so closely guarded. He would, but not right now.

  Right now he had much more important things to do, like taking leaps that would either have him falling back to earth, crippled, or leave him soaring higher than he’d ever been. He dropped his head, buried his face in Tek’s neck, inhaling his skin. Strong arms folded around him, tight.

  Unbreakable, unless he wanted it to break.

  Inescapable, he knew, unless he wanted to escape.

  He had to take a chance. But hadn’t he already done that? Hadn’t he already made his choice?

  “Quinn.” Tek guided his head up with a hand at Quinn’s nape. “Tell me.”

  “Your eyes on me, your smile, give me life,” Quinn said as he slid to the floor in front of Tek. He remained on his knees as Tek’s Adam’s apple slid up and down. “I want it. I want you. Want to get in you, fuck you, and not come out for a week. ’Cause I want to learn you, and I want you to learn me.” The words were pouring out of him. Torrents. Rushed and harsh and hot. Tek’s perusal was all kinds of gimme! watching him as he drew closer. “But I haven’t done this in so long, it’s like my brain is going crazy. And I know I should sip on you. Fuck, I should savor you, but all I want is to fall on top of you and beast out. Overdose on you. Go fucking ham.”

  Tek’s jaw went slack and his eyes widened.

  And Quinn couldn’t stop talking.

  “I can see it in your eyes, in every line of your body. It bleeds out of your fucking pores. And I want to give you what you want. What you need and crave, because the God’s honest truth is that I need it, too. I want it. You on your knees for me, waiting to be used the way you want to be.” He took a breath, tried to halt the flow of words as they tumbled all over each other. “I need you to sweat for me. Moan for me. Beg for me. Your mouth open, looking like you're higher than a motherfucker with your veins all bulging and your pretty eyes rolling.” He snapped his mouth shut then opened it just as quickly. “If you couldn’t tell from that wordplay… I crave you.”

  “Yes.”

  Quinn blinked. Tek’s gaze was an intense black, eye-fucking Quinn, his lips parted as color rode his cheekbones. The pulse in his throat beat a rapid tribute as he panted.

  “Yes,” Tek repeated. “To every fucking thing you just said.”

  Quinn kissed him, slamming their mouths together and diving into him. Too rough. Too much. But need drove him, the craving rode him, and he just wanted Tek on his tongue. Under his fingertips. He clasped him by the nape, hauled him in even closer, so that they were damn near in each other’s laps.

  So hungry.

  And painful, the way Tek clutched him. Probably afraid Quinn would change his mind, leave him wanting.

  Not in this lifetime.

  He buried his fingers in Tek’s soft hair, gripping him tight enough for Tek to moan into his mouth. For Tek to shudder and climb into Quinn’s lap. Quinn sank down onto the floor, stretching his legs out as Tek wrapped his legs around his waist. Quinn deepened the kiss, groaning as Tek put both hands on his naked back, surprisingly rough, delicious on his skin.

  They rocked against each other. Friction dirty-good, drugging. Too sweet to stop, but not nearly enough. And nothing would be, not until Quinn got what he wanted. Until he gave Tek what he needed. Skin on skin, teeth in Tek’s neck and his dick in Tek’s ass.

  Because that was the goal. The ultimate destination. Losing himself in Tek and them, experiencing what he’d denied himself for long. Rediscovering it all with the man in his arms, the man kissing Quinn as though he was the finest thing he’d ever tasted.

  Quinn broke the kiss to skate his lips over Tek’s jaw, to move lower and mouth his throat. Tek shuddered for him, fingertips sliding along Quinn’s spine, tapping on him as he tilted his head back.

  Access.

  An all-access pass to everything Quinn wanted.

  Things he never thought to need for all these years. Things he never thought to remember. The drugging wonder of arousal. The tingle in his spine and the curl of his toes. The hot pant of breath on his cheek and the slight sting of teeth in his bottom lip.

  He’d remembered lots of things, but he’d lost all that, and now he had it back. Because of Tek, he had it back. He licked the pulse at the base of Tek’s throat, pausing long enough to taste that beat. Tek’s hands left his back and came up to clutch at the back of Quinn’s head, both of them holding him in place. So he stayed there, licking on Tek’s throat, nipping on him. He rolled his hips, pushing his erection up against Tek’s ass. The other man must have felt it through the jeans he wore because he whimpered, fingernails digging into Quinn’s scalp.

  “Quinn.”

  There was a lot of things Quinn liked about Tek and the position they were in, but nothing came close to making him come all over himself faster than the sound of his name on Tek’s lips, rendered husky with arousal and want.

  He lifted his head, licking his lips as he met Tek’s heavy-lidded gaze. His hair was sticking on end, his face red and his lips moist.

  Fucking never looked so good. And Quinn hadn’t even started yet.

  He touched Tek’s mouth, pressed his thumb against his bottom lip. “Dirty,” he muttered. “I want you dirty and sweaty, Xiao Chen.”

  Tek’s lashes fluttered and he licked his lips, tongue sliding over the tip of Quinn’s thumb. “Please.”

  Begging. That kicked Quinn in the gut and he crushed their lips together again, sliding his tongue deep inside again. To taste that desperation. Taste the want and the need. Tek gave it up to him with a whimper and the tightening of his legs around Quinn’s waist.

  Tek humped him, ass rolling against Quinn’s crotch, blinding him with that painful bliss until his head was spinning. Quinn clamped his hands on Tek’s hips, holding him steady as he pulled away, extricating himself. He scrambled away and got to his feet, off balance, as Tek sat there looking all lost, erection tenting his jeans.

  “You.” Quinn stood over him, grasping a fistful of Tek’s hair to tilt his head back. Their gazes met. “You,” he said again. “Guaranteed to be a problem. Every time I get around you.”

  Tek’s lashes swooped down then lifted, unveiling the open challenge. Quinn licked his lips.

  “How do you plan on solving this problem?”

  Quinn used his free hand to unzip his jeans and dip inside to grasp his shaft and pull it out. Tek’s eyes gleamed as Quinn guided his dick to Tek’s lips.

  “By fucking you all night.”

  ****

  Tek straightened up on his knees, head reaching Quinn’s hip as his ass rested on his heels. He fisted his right hand in Quinn’s waistband, hanging on to him, otherwise he’d be falling on his face. He stared at Quinn, at the hooded eyes that didn’t ever waver from Tek’s face, as the man above him painted his lips with the sweet pre-cum.

  He’d been on his knees before. A thousand times, because he liked it. Today he loved it. He refused to close his eyes, even though he so fucking wanted to. To fall deeper into the experience, sure, but he wanted to watch Quinn.

  There was nothing, not a motherfucking thing better than watching Quinn watch him.

  “Lick it up.” Like broken glass, Quinn’s voice. It sank into Tek’s spine, painful but Jesus, delicious beyond anything. How Quinn knew he needed this, how he knew what Tek wanted remained a mystery.

  He licked his lips on a whimper, slowly. Teasing.

  “Fuck.” Quinn’s jaw ticked, his chest heaving. “Get your mouth open.” He barged in, hard cock filling Tek’s mouth, gagging him. He was a gentle man, such a good man, but he was a beast here.

  So what Tek needed. He almost laughed in relief, instead he sealed his lips around the cock in his mouth and blew… his mind. Quinn’s. He sucked him down, saliva all over the place, dripping, greedy. Ravenous. And Quinn fisted his ha
ir, pulling him further down his shaft, fucking his face, groaning while Tek stared at him.

  Quinn’s lips were parted, wet, his body tense, stomach contracting every time Tek slid his tongue over his mushroomed head. He’d long lost count of the cocks he’d sucked. Sex was release and nothing else. This. Oh man. Different. Night and day. He enjoyed this. He wanted to exist in this moment, the sound and smells playing over and over, the throb of Quinn on his tongue never-ending.

  He’d never known an experience like this. He’d heard, but never seen sex like this. Always before, he couldn’t wait to be done. Always before, he hated himself.

  But this.

  Oh, man, this.

  “Wider.” Quinn tugged on his hair, pulling himself back, retreating from Tek.

  He clamped down on Quinn’s hip, nails digging in, trying to keep him from leaving completely. He didn’t succeed, and a mournful whimper squeezed past his throat.

  “You want more?” Quinn’s lips curved as he stroked his cock.

  “Please.”

  “Oh, sugar. I’m so not fucking done with you.” He jerked Tek’s head back. “You’re gonna lick the tip before you throat my dick,” he murmured. “Then I’mma ride your face until you drip in my cum.”

  Holy shit! Tek squeezed his cock, gripping the base in an attempt to waylay the climax Quinn’s words had bubbling up. He flattened his tongue, licking Quinn from the bottom to the top, sucking off all that good pre-cum before he opened his mouth and sucked him down.

  Quinn hissed, rocking on his heels. “Fuck. Love your throat.”

  Tek touched him, circling his length with one hand, stroking him as he eased up and down. He was short and thick, and stretched around him Tek’s jaw ached. He didn’t want to stop, slurping him hard, doubling his efforts until Quinn started gasping loudly above him, the thrust of his hips getting quicker and rougher.

  “Sugar. God. Damn it. Gonna come. Gonna come.” He yanked Tek off him and took a step back, a hand clasped around the base of his wet cock. “Changed my mind. Nobody comes until my dick in your ass.”

  “Then don’t fucking talk.” Tek licked his lips. “Where in the fuck did you learn to talk dirty?”

  “That’s all you, sugar. You bring it out in me.” Quinn looked around, cock in his hand, dark body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. “Condom. And lube. We need that shit ASAP.”

  Tek grinned and got on his unsteady feet. His erection was trapped against the placket of his jeans, throbbing, painful as he dug into his pockets for his wallet. He pulled out the condom. Three of them. “Got this.”

  “Get undressed.” Quinn motioned to the couch as he started walking from the room. “Gimme two seconds.”

  So Tek chucked his clothes, stripping in record time. He sank onto the couch then jumped back up before sitting down again. Fuck, he couldn’t sit still. He palmed his hard-on, stroked it with his eyes closed and his head thrown back. Fuck. This shit was delicious.

  “Damn, sugar. I like this.”

  He opened his eyes to find Quinn standing in front of him in all his slender, naked glory. Dark skin on display, a bottle of olive oil in his hand. Tek whimpered. Quinn grinned. Then he dropped his gaze lower, frowning at the scars on Quinn’s thighs.

  “What happened there?” He indicated with his chin, but Quinn waved the question way.

  “I’ll explain later. Right now…” He crooked a finger. “Turn around, knees on the cushions, ass in the air.”

  Tek’s cock jerked at those words and he scrambled to get in position, kneeling on the couch, legs spread, lifting his ass and offering it all to Quinn while he touched his forehead to the back of the couch.

  “Goddamn.” Quinn whistled, and Tek glanced over his shoulder. “Xiao Chen. The fucking sight you make.” He touched a palm to Tek’s nape then slid that hand down, down his spine, moving with Tek’s body as he undulated under that touch.

  Reverence.

  Everything was new with Quinn. This making love business, because nothing he would ever do with Quinn could be classified as anything but. No matter how rough or nasty. He’d never had it before, but no one could tell Tek this wasn’t it. No one could tell him this wasn’t what it felt like to be taken care of, to be wanted, to be needed, to be appreciated.

  “Quinn.” His breath caught. “Touch me. Keep touching me.”

  Slick fingers touched his crack, teased his hole. “Like this,” Quinn asked. “Touch you like this, sugar?” They pushed in, those fingers, thick, sure, wiggling to get deeper. “Tell me. Can you feel me, babe?” He twisted the digits, and Tek arched, head falling back.

  “Yes.” He rolled his hips, needing that touch deeper.

  “Yes.” Quinn repeated the words, thrusting, two fingers fucking Tek hard. “How about now?” He licked Tek, tongue flat at the base of his spine as he stretched him. “Let me know.”

  “Yes.” Tek contracted around him. “Quinn.”

  “Love that.” Quinn nipped him, fingers still moving inside Tek. “Love that sound. My name filled with your frustration and your needs. I love that sound, sugar.”

  He was killing Tek. He tipped his ass higher. “Please.” He was fucking dripping onto the couch. “I need you. Quinn.”

  “And I need you,” Quinn muttered. He mouthed Tek’s ear. “Coming for you. I’m coming for you.” The fingers disappeared, the sound of the condom being ripped open, then he was there, hand at Tek’s hip guiding him lower, the solid feel of him, warm through the lube and rubbers, pressed to Tek’s hole.

  Quinn hugged him, an arm around his middle, holding him tight. Tek closed his eyes, head bowed as he held on to the back of the couch with a death grip.

  Quinn eased into him.

  Torture.

  His body flamed, the pain of that breach wetting his eyes. It ricocheted up his spine, making even his gums vibrate. Breath locked in his throat as Quinn murmured to him, a hand on his back, soothing. He sank into Tek, filling him, until finally, he was all the way in.

  Quinn kissed him, a press of lips to Tek’s neck, the arms around him trembling. Tek panted, breathing through the pain.

  “Knew you’d feel like this,” Quinn whispered. “Fire.” His dick jerked inside Tek. “You are fire, sugar.” He rolled his hips.

  Tek moaned, biting his lips as he responded in kind. He eased a hand down his body, stroking his shaft, hips surging forward, ass riding back onto Quinn.

  “Want to feel it. Burn me,” Quinn rasped against his skin. He pulled back then slammed in. “Burn me.”

  That stroke killed Tek.

  “Fucking burn me, sugar.”

  The second stroke brought him back to life. He cried out, head down, ass up as Quinn drove into him a third time. He slouched forward under the force of that thrust, and the hand on his hips pulled him right back onto Quinn’s cock.

  “Fucking you, sugar.” Quinn kept talking, killing him with those words Tek never expected to hear. “In so deep and I want deeper. I want more.” He pulled on Tek’s hair, slammed in, and Tek caught that thrust, giving it right back as he rode the dick. Quinn shuddered, breath whistling through his nose. “Mm, yeah. Yess.”

  He sped up, and Tek stroked himself furiously.

  “Quinn,” he cried out when Quinn grazed his knot. “Oh God.” He jerked upright, head falling back.

  “God, yes.” Quinn slammed into him, over and over, hitting him dead on. “Love when you arch. Gorgeous.” His nails dug into Tek’s hips. “Gotta stay here,” he whispered, hoarse and fierce in Tek’s ear. “Let me stay here, sugar. Inside you. While you burn me alive.”

  Tek couldn’t think beyond the orgasm racing up, curling his toes and seizing up his body. He came, seed pouring into his palm, ass clenching around Quinn who was grunting, teeth in Tek’s shoulder as he came too.

  “God.” Quinn throbbed inside him. “God.” He twitched against Tek, fingers flexing at his hips. “Not done.” The words were barely decipherable. “Not done with you, sugar. Got plans to put my tongue on you
.”

  Tek collapsed under him.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The weight of a limb across his lower back and ass woke Quinn. He inhaled deeply, smelling Tek, smelling them. Their sex.

  Rude.

  That musk.

  Mouthwatering, too when it conjured the images off Tek under him, arching with his mouth open. Panting, fighting to breathe. A sight like that could make a man’s heart stutter. Made Quinn’s skip some beats for sure.

  He eased onto his stomach slowly, and Tek’s leg shifted away. Quinn lifted his head off the pillow and gazed down at the man in bed next to him. His hair looked as though he’d been shot with electricity. His face, the lines were relaxed, content, lips swollen and bruised from Quinn feasting on them. His neck and shoulders were all decorated with thin pink scratches, Quinn’s whisker burns on his cheek and throat.

  He looked like a man who’d been well used, and who liked it, too.

  The way Quinn felt right then, that took him by surprise. Comfortable. At ease. Relaxed, despite the burn of Tek’s teeth in his shoulder and the ache in muscles he hadn’t used in years and years. Something solid settled in his gut and stayed. More than want.

  Something like need.

  Deeper than whatever he’d thought he felt for Tek the day before. Before this.

  Tek’s lashes fluttered then lifted, the haze of sleep fading as he gave Quinn a your dick was all up in me last night and I loved it stare.

  Breath got all tied up in Quinn’s throat.

  “Hey.” Tek licked his lips.

  Quinn traced Tek’s swollen bottom lip with a thumb, pressing on it. “Hey.”

  Tek closed his eyes again, chest moving slightly as he breathed. “You kept your word.”

  “Did I?” Quinn lifted an eyebrow but didn’t stop stroking that trembling bottom lip.

  “You fucked me all night.”

  Quinn laughed softly. “Technically, it was all day.” He glanced toward the window where the sun was setting. “Besides, I remember a break for refreshments at around the third round mark.” When Tek didn’t open his eyes, Quinn tapped on his chin with a finger. “Put your eyes on me.”