Chapter 5

Then Quinn slid slowly down Brent’s body, lavishing it with licks and light nips until he was facing the object of his desire.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Brent told him. “Not after what you had for dinner.”

Quinn looked up innocently at his husband. “I had ice cream afterward.”

“So I’ll end up with a burning, drunk cock,” Brent retorted with feigned worry.

Since he knew Brent was just teasing, Quinn proceeded to take Brent’s cock into his mouth, laving his tongue over it, eliciting deeper and deeper moans as he drew it into his throat, pulled back, and did it again.

“You’re…going to make me…forget…even my name,” Brent groaned.

Quinn released him to reply with a wink, “It’s Brent Collins. My husband and the love of my life.”

“As you are mine.” Brent beckoned and Quinn moved up so they could kiss again. “I need you—”

“In you,” Quinn said, leaning over to get the lube from the nightstand. “Legs up.”

“Your wish…” Brent pulled his legs up, avidly watching Quinn.