Free Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk by Mechele Armstrong Page B

step toward the couch, then retrieved the bottle of lube and the condoms and put them closer.
    After placing one finger at the top of Quinn’s chest, Zach started running that finger down, winding a curvy path.
    Quinn sucked in his stomach when Zach reached that portion of him. He shifted his hips too, as if shoving his cock toward the hand that was so near.
    Zach slowly moved his finger back up Quinn’s torso. He left an oily path of lube as he slowly wound up and down the man’s chest, coming almost to touch Quinn’s cock but then moving away before actual contact.
    After the fifth close encounter, Quinn let out a long groan. “You’re killing me, Army Man.”
    “Am I?” Zach didn’t let out the smile that was brimming. He couldn’t. He ached to stretch his fingers around Quinn’s cock. To clasp him.
    Anticipation.
    Which Quinn promptly ruined by ducking his hand down and grasping Zach’s. Before Zach could resist, he took Zach’s hand and put it on Quinn’s cock. “Since you seem to have problems finding your way.” He lifted his hips, pressing himself against Zach’s hand.
    Zach straightened his body. He couldn’t resist touching him now that the act was done. Had wanted to tease Quinn some more but needed that hand there almost more than breathing. He cupped Quinn, squeezing a little and keeping his fingers around him.
    Lifting up, he found the lube and poured a generous amount on Quinn’s cock and, using his hand, slowly coated Quinn in more of the thick liquid.
    Quinn was now oily. He slipped through Zach’s hands with ease.
    Zach had always marveled at the way a man’s cock felt. He cupped his hands around him some more, stroking the soft skin. Pressing into the swollen tip. He explored Quinn’s every nuance.
    Then he dipped his hands down and around and found Quinn’s balls. They were slightly hairy and cool to the touch. He squeezed them, playing in their lube-coated state.
    Quinn let out a sound akin to a groan and shifted up. Such power over the man. Stroke his balls and get an instant reaction.
    He left one hand to cup Quinn’s balls and moved the other hand up to grasp Quinn’s cock.
    He manipulated Quinn’s base, then quickly brought his grip up to the tip. Again and again, he brushed from bottom to top, until Quinn’s hips lifted from the couch as if he could keep Zach’s grasp where he wanted.
    Quinn half moaned. His body was coated in sweat.
    Not a prettier sight had ever been seen than Quinn naked, his cock and balls coated in lube. His fierce erection poked out from his body like a divining rod. His breathing and body reactions said he was close to climax.
    Not yet.
    Zach released Quinn’s cock and balls.
    Quinn let out an exasperated sound. “What did you do that for? I was so close, you bastard.”
    It wasn’t time for him to come yet. “So you don’t want what I was going to do next?”
    “And that would be?”
    “My mouth.” He stuck his tongue out to demonstrate before opening his mouth wide. He wriggled his tongue around. “On you.”
    Quinn’s breathing hitched. “Carry on, then. Don’t let me interrupt.” He closed his eyes and muttered something that sound like a curse. “You seem to have a plan.”
    There was so much Zach wanted to do. So yes, he had a plot. And Quinn was acquiescing. He hadn’t thought it would be this easy, but the power of suggestion and lust often displaced reluctance. “Somehow I thought you’d say that.”
    “Uh-hmm.”
    He lowered himself down on the couch until his mouth was positioned right at Quinn’s heavy cock. Such a pretty picture. He lightly ran one finger along the edges of Quinn’s member.
    Quinn jerked, and his cock moved up too.
    The way a man’s body worked was divine. Lovely. Just like a woman’s body. How could Zach ever choose one sex when he liked so much about them both? He loved to slip his tongue around an erect cock.
    Like he was about to do now.
    He opened his mouth and brushed his tongue around the tip