Bad Boyfriend (5 page)

“Yes. Please. Fuck me.”

“You like to get done, boy. And you think because you can suck cock and take it up your ass you can make guys crawl for you.”

Eli shook, trying to get pressure somewhere, but Quinn’s hands weren’t moving and nothing Eli did earned him any friction. “Come on.” The words were wrapped in a soft whine.

“And that makes you want a Daddy to tell you how to take it?” Quinn took his hands away and shoved his cock against Eli’s balls.

“Yes. God, Daddy, please.”

Quinn shifted again so his dick slid up along the crack of Eli’s ass, letting his chest settle along Eli’s back, putting his mouth right next to Eli’s ear to growl, “Not good enough, boy. You want to get off tonight, you’re going to have to work for it.”

“Fuck.” The word seemed to jump out of Eli, followed by a low laugh. “You’re killing me.” His voice was still full of hunger, but Quinn thought he was hearing the real Eli.

Quinn slicked two fingers and rubbed them over Eli’s hole, slowly increasing the pressure until Eli rocked toward him.

“That the kind of work you mean?” The self-assured grin was back in Eli’s voice.

“Not even close.” Quinn gave in to the desire to chase the smugness away with a hard slam in.

“Oh, shit.” Eli’s breath rushed out in a gasp as his muscles clamped around Quinn’s fingers.

Quinn started to pull them back.

“Don’t apologize,” Eli said quickly.

“Not planning on it.” Quinn twisted his fingers. “You know how to take it, don’t you?”

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Eli relaxed around the motion.

Cock tease or not, Eli was tight, even with his ass no longer crushing Quinn’s fingers. Turning his wrist, Quinn moved his knuckles inside, rubbing and searching for the right angle.

“Yeah.” Eli’s muscles fluttered in time to that satisfied grunt. “Want your dick now, please.”

“You’re tight.” Quinn wrapped an arm around Eli’s hips and tried to tease a little space for a third finger.

“Thanks.” But the laugh Eli tried to slip into the word stuttered away as Quinn worked a third finger in down to the second knuckle.

Eli’s spine rolled, and now there was a little more room for Quinn to move his fingers.

“Fuck me. C’mon.”

Quinn needed to throw Eli off balance again. “Daddy’s busy right now.”

Eli groaned and dropped his head to his forearms as Quinn twisted his fingers down to his knuckles. His slender body rocked with the lightest pump of Quinn’s wrist.

Tenderness flooded Quinn’s chest with a breath-crushing weight. The desire to cuddle and coax was as strong as the urge to make Eli forget his game and play for real. “Relax. Daddy’ll get you there, honey.”

Eli’s breath sounded caught in a sob. “Do it. Please.”

“I’ve got you.” Quinn eased his fingers out. A sudden urgency had him rushing to wrap up and get slick. He took a breath as he lined himself up, praying that first slide into hot muscle wouldn’t send him over the edge.

“Come on.” Eli groaned it, but his ass was tight as Quinn nudged forward.

Quinn stroked down the sweaty skin of Eli’s back, kept a hand on the base of his spine and pushed down. “Stay right there for me.” He nudged forward.

“Shit.” It whistled out from clenched teeth. “Your fault. Made me wait. Too long.”

Quinn felt that wave again. The one that wanted to wrap Eli up in a hard embrace until Quinn held Eli as tightly as his body gripped Quinn’s dick. But that wasn’t part of the game he’d signed on for, and based on the way Eli played, that wasn’t what he was looking for either.

“Shut up and take my cock, boy.”

The words did what the gentle stroking didn’t. Eli’s ass opened and Quinn drove inside. They moaned together, and Quinn worked his way down to his balls.

“Fuck, yeah,” Eli panted.

Quinn grabbed Eli’s hips, put him where he wanted him and started a good deep rhythm. Eli’s body worked him, tight and slick, and for once Quinn didn’t miss bare skin. Without the barrier, that tight a grip after all that teasing would have had Quinn coming after a dozen thrusts.

Knowing that Eli didn’t have that kind of help made Quinn smile, until he saw one of Eli’s hands slide down under his chest.

Quinn slapped Eli’s ass in time with a thrust. “No.”

The effect was electric. Muscles rippled along Quinn’s cock, tightening around the base, but Eli didn’t stop working his hand underneath them. Quinn spanked him harder, hand landing in the same spot, fingers thudding into the crease under the swell of his cheek. Eli’s body milked him with quick pulses. Quinn landed a blow sharper and lower. After a harsh gasp, Eli slid his hand forward, away from his cock.

“Don’t make me tie them, boy.”

Eli bucked, his body rolling and shaking. Quinn got a foot on the mattress and rode with him, driving in and letting Eli’s motion take over for a minute.

“Please, Daddy. I have to come.” The voice was raw, nothing Quinn had heard in any of Eli’s moods so far.

“When I say. I’ve got plans for that dick of yours.” The shift had left Eli’s cheek more exposed, and Quinn landed a slap on some still-pale skin.

“I don’t top,” Eli managed to huff out.

“I didn’t say that’s what I wanted. Right now, you’re my boy and you don’t come until I say you can.” Quinn smacked him again.

“I’ll get hard fast.” A thin, choked whine.

Quinn grabbed Eli’s hips and fucked him fast and deep.

“You can still fuck me after I come.” Eli’s head was grinding into the mattress and he turned it, lips and cheeks stained bright red, lashes dark against his cheeks.

“I’ll do what I want.”

Eli’s desperation only made the need to hold him stronger. The need to watch him break, give in completely, and let Quinn take care of him got twisted up in this determination to make Eli stop thinking he could bargain his way around him.

Eli’s hand slipped down once more, and Quinn lunged forward, pinning him on the mattress and grabbing both his hands.

Eli tried to move his hips, grind against the sheet, but Quinn held them under his weight. Eli’s ass became impossibly tight as his legs were forced together. All Quinn could manage was to swivel his hips in a counterpoint to Eli’s ragged gasps.

“I’m going to fuck you until I come, and you’re going to have to wait for it, boy.”

Eli bucked and fought to free his hands. “Please. Please, Daddy.”

Quinn put enough weight on Eli to keep him from getting a good grind on the mattress and fucked him hard. A roll of fear in his stomach told him he was as close to losing control as Eli, but he couldn’t resist pinning both Eli’s hands with a left-handed grip so the right could land another electric, ripple-inducing swat on Eli’s ass.

Eli bucked again and then shook. Quinn landed a few more smacks, and Eli grunted and went limp. His face was turned up enough to make his words clear. “Come in me. C’mon, Daddy.”

Fuck that
. “Quinn.” He ground the word out between gritted teeth with the last bit of sanity he had left.

“Come in my ass, Quinn.”

“Yeah.” Quinn arched his back and let everything go, hips working his dick against that incredibly hot grip, Eli’s dark lips the last thing he saw before orgasm squeezed Quinn’s eyes shut, streaks of silver lightning behind his lids as he plunged into all that pleasure and let it fill him, empty him.

He dropped his head onto Eli’s shoulder, panting while the aftershocks tingled along his nerves. Eli’s ass clamped around him again, and Quinn’s dick jerked in another spurt that hurt as much as it was good. As soon as he could get some spit in his mouth he was going to give Eli the sweet blowjob he deserved, fingers rubbing inside his ass until he came apart while Quinn watched.

He lifted himself on his arms. Even the condom felt extra heavy as he stripped it and tried to get it someplace it wouldn’t make a mess.

“Roll over and let me suck you, honey.”

“Okay.” All the desperation was gone from Eli’s voice, though he sounded eager enough. “But I’m shifting out of the wet spot first.”

Chapter Four

If Eli hadn’t just had the best orgasm of his life—and given the fact that he still sometimes jerked off three times a day he had to be well into five figures—the look on Quinn’s face would have been the high point of the night.

“You little shit.” Quinn sat back, staring at the spot where a string of come hung from Eli’s slick, softening cock.

“Here’s a tip. If you don’t want someone whose ass is one big erogenous zone to come, don’t spank him when there’s anything but air on his dick.” Eli tucked his hands behind his neck and leaned back against the pillows, legs spread. “But like I said, I can get hard again pretty fast—sooner if you stick something in my ass—and I’d love a blowjob.” He winked. “Daddy.”

Eli winced as Quinn used Eli’s discarded briefs to wipe at the wet spot. He’d have to go commando to get home, and his black jeans were tight enough to chafe.

“You’re something else,” Quinn muttered.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

As Quinn put his fists into the mattress and loomed over him, Eli’s ass slid into a dip, the sheet rough on the skin where Quinn had been leaving his handprint.

Eli knew he did a damned good job of controlling a wince, but Quinn must have seen something else.

“Sorry.” But a grin made the apology a lie. “Need to roll on your stomach?”

“I like it rough.” Eli shrugged, swallowing back an
I’ve had worse
. He wouldn’t know until he checked for marks the next morning. And it wasn’t what he’d meant to say. He’d had pain without great sex to make the sting worth it before. That didn’t have the same ring, so he kept his mouth shut.

“I noticed.” Quinn’s tone had that amused dryness Eli had been hearing all night.

Screw him and his nonchalance. “You were fucking awesome, by the way.”

“Thank you.” There was that same gravity hiding the fact that he was laughing at Eli. “You were fucking awesome yourself.”

Eli could nonchalant it with the biggest I-don’t-give-a-shit prick on the planet—which wasn’t Nate, though his friend probably made it in the top five. “In that case, if you don’t feel like driving me back downtown, do you think you could cough up half my cab fare? I promise I won’t feel cheap.” He hooked a finger in his shirt and dragged it with him as he slipped off the bed.

Quinn wrapped his fingers around Eli’s wrist and pulled him back. “Whoa. Maybe
I’ll
feel cheap. You got another date?”

“I didn’t seem about to get that blowjob.” Eli settled back but gave Quinn a narrow-eyed look.

“Give me a second. You may have noticed that you’re a little younger than I am.”

Eli tugged at a gray curl that had come out of that tiny ponytail. “And a lot hipper, daddy-o.”

Quinn moved fast, pulling Eli onto his side by his hip and slapping the up-till-then-unsore cheek of his ass. Eli wished it pissed him off, but the sting sent arousal zinging from his ass to his dick.

“Hmm.” Quinn rubbed where he’d swatted, looking down at Eli’s cock. “Are you sure that wasn’t only precome?”

It had been quite a load, thank you, but before Eli could defend his balls’ honor, Quinn said, “I would have said you’re pretty tense for a guy who just got off, but now I’m wondering if it’s because your dick is looking pretty happy to see me again.” Quinn let his fingers slide down Eli’s crack to rub gently over his slick hole.

Eli gasped and rolled to his back. “So suck it.”

Quinn leaned forward and kissed him instead, soft and easy.

Eli jerked his head away. “You get off on teasing guys, is that it?”

“Nope. Just you.” Quinn held Eli’s head between his hands and kissed him, not rough, but so fucking thoroughly that every inch of their mouths was involved, and Eli’s dick was definitely more than happy to get back into action. He moved in closer so Quinn would feel it hard and ready against his hip, but Quinn kept kissing him, tongue filling Eli’s mouth, gliding and tingling. Lots of 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.