Chapter 25

25

YORK

I 'd always looked at those self-proclaimed alpha males with derision. The whole concept of deriving value from certain characteristics perceived as übermale as opposed to more feminine traits was laughable. Plus, most of the time, an attitude like that went hand in hand with considerable misogyny. If you asked me, women were the much stronger sex. If men had to endure what women did to have kids, the world would depopulate in no time.

So, no, I didn't buy into this whole concept of men needing to be masculine. Being yourself was what it was all about if you asked me. The power of living authentically was something more people needed to discover.

That being said, I couldn't deny Quillon's words had given me an ego boost. You fuck like a god. Something so trivial, yet it meant so much to me.

I'd never considered myself especially good at sex. If I'd had to rate my previous performances, for lack of a better word, from before I met Quillon, I would've given myself a seven, if even that. But with Quillon, everything had changed. It came so naturally with him, like our bodies were in sync on some subconscious level.

And today, when the roles had been reversed for the first time, something had clicked inside me as if I had unlocked a part of me I'd never known existed. It might be the most ridiculous statement from a scientist like me, but I felt like I was born to be with this man. Maybe even born to fuck him. And that thought shocked the hell out of me, but I couldn't deny how right it felt. Jesus, Quillon had turned me into some lovey-dovey, mushy, feelings-over-facts guy.

And what was more, I loved it.

My body was coming back online after the most earth-shattering orgasm. I'd sagged on top of Quillon like a deflated balloon, but now I could move again. My cock had softened and slipped out of him.

"How are you feeling, champ?" Quillon asked in a teasing tone.

"Like I just ran a marathon. Exhausted but very proud."

"You should be. That was incredible."

"Yeah? Did you…" Wait. My thoughts came to a screeching halt. Had Quillon come? I hadn't touched his cock and couldn't remember if he'd orgasmed.

I froze. "Please don't tell me I… You didn't come."

"It's okay, nerdy. I can wait."

I pushed myself up and poked a finger into his chest. "It's not okay. I should've noticed much sooner. Here I was, thinking myself some sort of sex-god, and you didn't even come."

He cupped my cheek, his eyes soft. "What did I say to you right after?"

"But why would you tell me I fucked like a god if I was this selfish?"

"You were not selfish. If I had wanted to come, I could have. It's not always about the orgasm, nerdy. I'm not gonna deny that I do want to come sometime soon, but it wasn't urgent. Watching you take your pleasure from me gave me satisfaction on a much deeper level."

I blew out a breath. If I wasn't so damn sure he'd never lie to me, I would question the truth of that statement, but I couldn't. If Quillon said that was how he felt, then he did. "Can I still say I'm sorry? I was caught up in my pleasure."

"I know, and I loved watching you. There's nothing to be sorry for. I promise, nerdy. You know I'd never lie to you."

I did, so I inhaled deeply and blew out, letting all my insecurities go. I gestured at my soft dick. "I don't think I have another round in me."

"You're good. You've got two hands and a mouth, don't you?"

He said it with a wink, but he wasn't wrong. "Let's sit in the Jacuzzi," I suggested.

Quillon blinked. Apparently, he'd expected something else. "Okay."

A few minutes later, we were up to our shoulders in the massive Jacuzzi. I'd thrown in some ocean-scented bath salts. Never heard of it, but I liked the smell. Not too sweet, at least. Hell if I was gonna smell like roses.

We were sitting opposite each other, which wasn't bad, but it didn't offer the best angles to play with Quillon, which was what I had in mind. "Come sit between my legs." I spread my legs wide.

Without hesitation, he slid over and leaned with his back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him. Oh, I liked this position. The first time I'd seen Quillon, I'd compared him to a jaguar, and naked, that was even more apt. He was sculpted, his muscles sleek everywhere but never bulging. And he'd done a good job developing his whole body and not just his chest. Some men tended to focus on that, which left them way out of proportion, but Quillon hadn't. He had beautiful biceps, but I liked his strong thighs and ass as well.

"I think I may be becoming an ass man too," I said.

He chuckled. "As long as it's my ass you're admiring, I'm good with that."

"I've never looked at another man and wanted him. You're it for me, Quill."

He turned his mouth toward me, and I kissed him. Not too long because the angle was awkward, but I couldn't refuse him. He rested his head back against my chest while I played with his nipples, little hard buds in the bubbling water. His were not supersensitive, I had discovered, but he did like it when I pinched them. Not too hard, but with a bit of force.

His cock was hard again. Or still hard, I wasn't sure. It bobbed in the water, but I ignored it. I had different plans. I squeezed his ass cheeks and slipped my hand between them. He was still open from my cock, and my finger sank inside him without much effort. I circled it, cleaning him out. What a deliciously dirty idea that my cum was in there, that I was emptying my load.

I took my time washing him, pumping one and then two fingers in and out of him until I was sure he was squeaky clean. He was also making some wonderfully moany sounds. He might prefer to top, but this man definitely liked having something in his ass.

The next step of my plan might've been easier to pull off in bed, but I didn't want to break the mood. So I dragged a towel into the tub.

"What the hell are you doing?" Quillon asked. "It's sopping wet now."

"Yup, and that was the idea."

I folded the soaked fabric a few times until it formed a nice little cushion and put it on the floor of the Jacuzzi. A second towel—this one did not need to be wet—I folded it too and placed it on the edge of the tub. "Bend over the edge for me with your stomach on the towel."

I'd done it once with a woman at her request, and I hadn't hated it, but with Quillon, I wanted to try again. I hadn't done anything with him so far that I hadn't loved, so I was confident this would also be a success.

Quillon did as I asked, though he shot me a curious look. "And then what?"

I kneeled on the wet cushion. "And then you're in the perfect position for me to do this."

Before he could respond, I bent over and pushed my face in his ass. He flat-out squealed, and I laughed, the sound muffled against his wet skin. Dropping light kisses, I explored his crack from the very top to that sensitive spot behind his balls, then made my way up again. Licking made him moan, but when I started sucking, he went crazy.

"Jesus, nerdy… Oh god, that feels good… Don't stop."

I didn't intend to. I sucked and licked, scratched him with my beard, nipped him with my teeth, and when he lay squirming before me, I stabbed my tongue into his hole. He arched and practically screamed, and I held on to his hips so I wouldn't lose my position. I surged deeper, burying myself in his ass, eating him out.

I licked and kissed his balls, sucked on them a little, then treated his perineum with my undivided attention. He loved that, making unintelligible noises as he fought to stay still. But what he loved the most was my tongue inside him, my hot breath on his hole, my beard against the sensitive skin of his ass. And what was more, I loved it too. I could do this for hours. He tasted amazing, and seeing the pleasure it brought him was a power trip.

His ass cheeks were firm, and I couldn't get enough of squeezing them, massaging them, scratching them, pinching them. They were like perfect buns, hard but with a pleasant little jiggle.

When my jaw started to hurt, I leaned back and stretched it. "Sit on the edge." I tapped his shoulder.

He did so, quirking an eyebrow. "Where's my introverted nerdy? You're getting awfully bossy."

I grinned as I nudged his knees wider so I could move between them. His cock was now right in my face, at the perfect height. "I like this."

"Not as much as I do."

"We'll see about that. Pull your legs up."

He did. That position wouldn't be too comfortable—though he was sitting on the towel—but it wouldn't take long. His cock was straining, almost purple from the extended state of arousal. I could've teased him longer, but I was done edging him. He'd earned his release and then some.

I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, wrapped my left hand around the middle, and brought my right hand behind his balls. Two fingers sank inside him smoothly, and at the same time, I sucked him deeper into my mouth.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…" he moaned. "Jesus, nerdy, you're killing me…"

But what a way to go. I sucked with all my might as I pumped both hands in perfect coordination, and within seconds, Quillon was trembling. He could barely hold still, all his muscles going taut, and his balls pulled up tightly against his body. "C-close," he warned me. "Really close, nerdy. I gotta…"

This time, I didn't let go. I might choke on his load, but I would die a happy man. Quillon went completely tense, and he hung there as if stuck right on that edge. Then he tumbled over, screaming my name, his body shaking, his legs trembling. His cock spurted out its load into my mouth. I swallowed the first wave, almost choked on the second, and let the rest drip down my chin. I wasn't wild about the taste, but it also didn't make me gag.

Quillon slid back into the Jacuzzi, and I had to hold on to him to prevent him from going under. "Don't drown now," I said with a laugh.

He blinked slowly. "My muscles don't work."

"I got you." And I did. I held him as he came down from his high, my arms and legs wrapped around him like an octopus. Embracing him brought all this softness, this warm tenderness fluttering in my chest and my belly. This love.

Love. How I loved his man. My life would be perfect if these terrorist assholes would just stop threatening to kidnap me. I wanted my happily ever after with Quillon…and I wanted it now.