Chapter Eight
The ride to the top of the world was a long one. By the time they entered Quentin’s penthouse, James was ready to pass out. When Quentin offered him a beer, he wanted to decline but figured he wouldn’t be driving anywhere for a while. While Quentin saw to food, James looked around. Aside from gold records, a couple of silver ones, and a case filled with awards, the walls were covered in framed photographs—not of famous people as James would have thought but of Tanjay, and a woman who looked remarkably like Quentin—she was stunning.
“That’s my mother,” Quentin said, from behind James.
James swung around almost crashing into him.
“James, relax.”
“I can’t help it.”
Quentin handed him a beer then rested his hands akimbo. “Maybe this was a bad idea. It’s our first date—maybe we should try a restaurant?”
“No—this is perfect.” James accepted the bottle and took a long swallow. He followed Quentin into an open concept kitchen and took a seat one of the stools. The place looked like a kitchen from a fancy television show. Everything was stainless steel—fridge, dishwasher, microwave, stove. The wine rack to the side was stacked and the wine classes were perfectly hung, upside down like some upscale bar.
James took another drink. “Quentin, before you start any of that…”
“Yes?” Quentin stopped peering into the fridge and turned to him.
“I’m going to need you to touch me,” James said.
Quentin closed the fridge. “Need. That’s a very powerful word, Professor.”
“Changed your mind between last night and right now?”
“And if I have?”
“That’s fine.” James took another swig from the bottle. “Wow. How wrong can a guy be? I’m really out of practice with this whole flirting thing. I’m sorry. I read more into what happened between us last night than there really is but if—”
Quentin’s mouth swallowed the rest of his words. For a second, James froze but his body kicked into gear in no time at all. But the moment he reached up to hold Quentin’s head in place for a proper kiss, the rapper pulled back.
“You talk too much,” Quentin said. “The truth is, all I’ve been thinking about since you walked through that door was having you spread me on this counter.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“That wouldn’t have gone over well—hey, James, welcome to mi casa, oh by the way, you wanna fuck me over this island?”
James laughed. “A little needy.”
“Just a smidge.”
James was leaning in for another kiss but Quentin’s cell phone rang. He sighed and backed off. “You should get that.”
“I thought you wanted to do naughty things to my body?” Quentin moaned, dropping his mouth to nibble on James’ neck. “Whoever is calling can leave a message or call back.”
“I do.” James trembled. “Want to do naughty things to your body. But I get the feeling when people call you, they don’t stop until you pick up.”
Quentin groaned. “You suck, you know that?”
“I think you should wait to judge my sucking abilities.” He smirked and climbed off the stool. “Don’t you?”
Quentin pouted.
James laughed. “Point me toward the bathroom and take your call.”
Quentin’s shoulders rose and fell but he did as James asked. James let Quentin and followed the directions he was given. In the bathroom, he used the facilities, patted his heated cheeks with cold hands then dried his palms into one of the folded towels from the rack. When he was finished, he refolded the towel but placed it on the counter.
When he returned, Quentin had a grim look on his face while peering at his laptop.
“What’s up?” James asked.
Quentin said nothing. He merely turned the screen for James to see. A celebrity gossip magazine had a picture of James with Quentin. They were kissing in the hallway at the club. James sighed. The lighting made it impossible to see James since he was under Quentin’s body. Still, there was something utterly alluring about being the mystery man in that equation.
“Yeah—that was bound to happen.” He muttered.
“You’re not mad?” Quentin asked.
“No.” James shrugged. “If Jordan didn’t know about you then I would be freaked out. I don’t see the need to raise our blood pressures. We weren’t doing anything illegal or vile. We’re two grown, consenting adults. If they find kissing so scandalous, perhaps they should move back to the stone age.”
“How can you be so calm about this?”
“Quentin, I’ve learned a long time ago that the media doesn’t believe we are entitled to privacy.”
“They’ve been calling my agent all morning trying to get the details on us.”
“Well, joke’s on them. There are no details to get.” James walked around Quentin but Quentin caught his arm.
“What’s this?”
James tilted his head, their eyes meeting. “What’s what?”
“This whole quiet, submissive thing. Where’d that come from?”
“Quiet, submissive?” James tilted his head. “Where did you get that from what I just said?”
“It’s like you just gave up. You were flirting with me too, James. I’m not completely alone in thinking something definitely should happen between us. So—”
“The media is going to print crap all the time. People will talk. I have no control over that. I’m old. My heart isn’t what it used to be so I can’t take the stress. Besides, I’m a shy person.”
“I call bullshit on that.” Quentin said. “I know you’re not the shy type. The way you had me up against that wall last night tells me you’re just as freaky as I am. So, why don’t you show me how good you are at sucking, Professor?”
James trembled. Without a word, he gripped Quentin by the hips and lifted him to sit on the counter. He worked to undo Quentin’s belt and undid his pants. Reaching in, he wrapped his fingers around Quentin’s already hard cock and pulled it out. He stroke it while pushing up to kiss Quentin hard. He moaned, loving the pulsing in his palm while Quentin tongue-fucked his mouth.
“Suck it.” Quentin demanded.
“Say please.”
Quentin hesitated.
James licked at the head of his dick.
Quentin sighed. “Please—pretty, pretty, pretty please.”
With a soft sound in his throat, James gave in to Quentin’s soft pleas. He wrapped his lips around the thick, full head of Quentin’s cock and sucked the length slowly into his mouth. He took as much of it as he could, feeing the bulbous peak touch the back of his throat. He gagged but didn’t let go. The only adjustment he did, was opening his throat and breathing through his nose. James found he loved the way Quentin gripped the back of his head. He’d never had his throat fucked before and at first, all he could think about was not being able to breathe.
“Relax, James,” Quentin cooed.
James gripped Quentin’s hands and pulled them from him then restrained them on the island. Once that was out of the way, he was free to take Quentin as deep as he wanted him, as often as he wanted and for as long as he wanted. Moaning, James used his tongue to lather Quentin’s shaft and enjoyed the soft sounds Quentin made.
Having Quentin like this sent the hottest tremors through James. He freed Quentin’s hands to grip the waist of Quentin’s pants and tugged. When Quentin lifted his ass, James hauled off both Quentin’s pants and boxers. He caressed Quentin’s legs, loving the tickle of the soft, dark hairs along his thighs. Once his fingers reached Quentin’s hips, James bowed to allow his lips to travel the same paths.
“James.” Quentin sighed.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.”
James allowed his mouth to wander lower, to pull Quentin’s balls into his mouth and sucked them. He growled as Quentin tangled his fingers in James’ hair and tug. There was something primal racing through his veins, something that was unleashed by Quentin pulling on those tresses. He tried containing it—to be patient, to give Quentin all he’d asked for. But he wasn’t strong enough. James hooked his arms around Quentin’s knees and pulled. One Quentin’s ass hung off the edge of the island, James lifted Quentin’s legs. After swiping his tongue over his lips, James bowed forward and licked Quentin from one end of his crack to the other. The tip of his tongue passed over Quentin’s hole, making it tremble.
“What are you—oh, James! Do that again—please.”
Like a cat, James licked at Quentin’s hole, lashing it with his tongue, making it as wet as he could. He alternated between sucking, licking, and sticking the tip in as far as it would go. “I need you to stroke your cock,” James said between licks.
“That’s so—yes!”
James pushed his tongue in again and moaned when Quentin’s channel squeezed around it. He glanced up to see that Quentin was doing as he asked. Quentin had his beautiful, dark cock in a tight fist and was tugging it for dear life. James took that moment to touch himself, to massage his own dick through the confines of his pants.
“Can I come?” Quentin asked.
The question caught James off guard. He’d never been asked that question before. But as Quentin whispered it, the desperation and passion in his voice was James’ undoing. Instead of replying, he sucked a finger went and slowly slid it into Quentin. He was stunned at how tight Quentin was. Still, he worked the finger in and out while cover the head of Quentin’s dick with his mouth.
“Please, Profess…”
James moaned.
“James, you should stop if—”
“Shut up.” James released the cock to growl softly. He dropped a kiss to the head. “And come for me.”
“Where?”
“In my mouth.”
With that out of the way, James pulled him in again. He loved Quentin’s hot, tangy taste. The precome lathered James’ tongue but that wasn’t what he hungered for. He sucked harder, finger fucked Quentin faster and without warning, in a split second, his mouth was filled with Quentin, hot, sweet spunk. Though tempted to swallow, James allowed the heated cum to trail out the side of his mouth, down Quentin’s cock and onto the counter beneath him. He sucked every last drop from Quentin, listening to the wild sounds that echoed around the room.
“Shit!” Quentin panted. “Damn, how’d you…damn!”
James slowly slid his finger from Quentin’s body. Then to sooth Quentin, he licked all the way up his body, pausing to use his beard to trail over Quentin’s flesh. When he was finally face to face with Quentin, he smiled. “Taste yourself,” he whispered, kissing Quentin hard. “What do you think of my sucking?”
“We have to do that again.”
“Did I pass?”
“Mhmm. With flying colours.” Quentin sighed. He tried sitting up but only managed to flop back to the granite countertop. “You don’t mind if I rest a little first before returning the favour, do you?”
James smiled. “No need to return the favour, Quentin. I enjoyed it as much as you.”
“But I’m very sure your cock his hard right now,” Quentin said with a smile. “I want to see it.”
“Another time, maybe.” James kissed one of his nipples. “Honestly, that was just for you.”
“Something wrong with your plumbing?” Quentin asked. “There’s no shame in that. It happens to men your age all the time. We just have to learn how to work around that—I mean we’d have—”
“Quentin!”
“What?”
“I assure you, there’s nothing wrong with my—um-plumbing. I think we should have something to eat and talk a little. I mean, we don’t know much about each other.”
Quentin sat up then. “Okay.”
James watched as Quentin hopped of the counter, set his clothes back in place then proceeded to clean up the counter with a lemon scented disinfectant. There was a change in the air, something that made James uncomfortable. After Quentin returned the cleaning supplies, and came back, James caught his eyes.
“What’s this?” James asked.
“Nothing.” Quentin pulled his arm away. “I’m going to make you something to eat.”
“I didn’t reject you, Quentin,” James explained.
“What would you call it?”
James opened his mouth to speak but decided to think about his words carefully. “Earlier, when I fingered you—you were really tight.”
“And?”
“And, it means you haven’t been with a man in a while and I don’t want to ruin that for you.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Come on! Gimme a break here!” James sputtered. “I’m trying to do the right thing!”
“The right thing would have been to talk to me about it rather than going cold fish all over again! That’s what the right thing would have been.”
James sighed. “I’m new to this all over again. Honestly, Quentin. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to be the man who takes something from you that you were saving for someone else.”
“I’m not a virgin, James. I’ve stayed away from men for the past few years so yes, my body isn’t as loose as it probably should be.”
James walked over to wrap his arms around Quentin, bringing him into a hug. “Let’s eat. Then, if you still want to give yourself to me, I’ll make it worth your while. If you change your mind, that’s cool too.”
“I won’t change my mind,” Quentin told him. “I’ve wanted this since the moment you asked if the chairs beside me were taken. You’ll see—I won’t change my mind.”
James groaned and kissed him again. “You make it really hard to resist you, you know that?”
“Why would you want to resist?”
James smirked. “Because I’m an idiot.”