Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk by Mechele Armstrong

of Quinn’s cock. He swirled it around and around, taking Quinn deeper with each rotation of his tongue.
    Quinn’s body shuddered as if in the middle of an earthquake.
    Zach didn’t stop. He continued to take Quinn deeply into his mouth, keeping his tongue in constant motion. Such a wonderful taste. The flavored lube. The man. It was a combination Zach would long remember. Especially as his mouth flamed up from the warming lube.
    He shifted forward and tightened his mouth on Quinn’s cock like he was a lollipop. The suction he created was tight, but he kept his teeth away from Quinn’s sensitive skin as much as he could.
    Quinn’s hips shifted, and before Zach realized it, his mouth was full of Quinn’s come.
    Zach grabbed Quinn’s hips and held them until the last thrust of them pushed Quinn forward and his body finished arching up.
    Zach removed his mouth from Quinn and glanced at the spent man. Another thing he enjoyed about men. Getting a mouthful shot from a triggered cock. “Liked the plan, did you?”
    “Yep.”
    “I expected you…to put up more of a fight.” He tapped Quinn’s pelvis. “Roll over.”
    Quinn did what he asked without preamble. “You had your hand on my dick, Army Man. Like I was going to resist.” He blew out a breath. “I think anyone having their hand on my dick would get a pass to do most anything to me.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind.” He stroked his hand along Quinn’s firm buttocks. “Nice ass.”
    “I work out. I do glutes.”
    “I can tell.” He cupped the firm globes in his hands and squeezed. Not too hard, but enough to let Quinn know he was back there.
    Quinn grunted. “Careful with the merchandise, Army Man. I have to dance this weekend.”
    “Like I’d ever bruise my playground.” Zach lovingly stroked Quinn’s butt cheeks before urging him up on his knees.
    “If I weren’t in this state, I’d make you work more for this.” Quinn did what he was urged to do.
    “Mmmm-hmmmm.”
    “I would. I just…don’t have it in me right now.” Quinn shifted up, placing his ass exactly where Zach wanted it.
    “You’re about to have me in you.” Zach picked up the foil packet and ripped it open. He slowly sheathed himself in the condom.
    “Yep, yep, promises, promises, Army Man. You’re a lot of talk. Where’s da action?” Quinn glanced back and grinned.
    “You keep saying that, and I keep proving you wrong. Don’t you ever learn?” Zach clicked open the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount in Quinn’s hole and around it. He also took one hand and coated the condom in it.
    “No.” Quinn shook his head and turned forward. “You have to keep teaching meeeee.” His voice rose an octave as Zach put his tip right at Quinn’s hole and pressed in.
    A minor penetration. His cock didn’t fully enter. More a slip in and back out again.
    But Quinn stopped talking. His hands turned white with gripping the slipcover. His breathing hitched.
    Good. Zach couldn’t temper a smile. He shifted forward and pushed inside Quinn a little bit more.
    And a little farther.
    He’d move out, then push back in a fraction more than he’d been in. The warmth, even through the condom, was intense.
    He took his time, allowing Quinn to adjust to every centimeter of him he let Quinn have.
    Quinn’s back arched. “God, pound in me, Army Man. Pound in me.”
    Which was what Zach wanted to do. He wanted to lose control. But he couldn’t. Not yet.
    Until he was fully seated. Fully enclosed in Quinn’s warm, welcoming body. Quinn gripped Zach’s cock like a glove. He was ever so tight.
    Josie would be as tight. Just as hot. She’d melt around him with her body. Smell so good.
    “Move, you bastard.” Quinn said the words through gritted teeth, interrupting Zach’s thought of sensual Josie.
    And Zach did. Damning himself all the while.
    He was in the moment with Quinn.
    And it was good.
    Why couldn’t he be normal and enjoy it? Why did he have to think about what he