He whimpers, and tears brim in his eyes. “Are you sure, Sir?”
“Positive.”
I lean forward and rest my forehead against his and inhale his sweet scent. It does nothing to help me climb off the edge of orgasm, but I don’t care. I know that the next time I enter him, it will be the last. We’ll come together, and I’ll make sure he comes hard. But for now, we both need a few moments to breathe. We need to back away from the edge of desire so that we can last more than seconds.
We kiss and stroke each other tenderly. It feels like his touch is charged with electricity. Each brush of his fingers makes my skin tingle delightfully. Our tongues tangle, and I make love to his mouth slowly and gently. When I can’t stand the wait any longer, I nuzzle his nose.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I give him one final kiss and then change my condom again. After applying lube, I enter him and remove the nipple clamps at the same time. He yelps and almost levitates off the bed.
“Nice?” I ask innocently.
He swears under his breath and then gives me a sweet smile. “Yes, Sir.”
I take hold of his wrist and draw it to my lips, kissing the skin over his veins as I make love to him. It’s somewhere between the last two times. Not slow and gentle, but not hard and fast either. Once I’ve established a good rhythm, I suck on his skin.
“Are… you… sure… you’re… not… a… vampire?” Each word is spoken on a sharp outward breath.
I chuckle against his wrist. “Quite sure.”
I suck again. I won’t have much time, so I increase the pressure of my mouth. I intend to leave just as strong a mark as on his neck before we’re through. But I’m careening ever closer to orgasm, and I know I won’t be able to hold back or stop myself. I thrust harder, suck harder. He whimpers and groans. His eyelashes flutter like delicate butterfly wings. I release his wrist. The sight of damp, bright red skin undoes me.
“Come with me, Quinn.”
I thrust hard three more times and then lose my load. Quinn’s body convulses beneath me. His cock jerks, and cum splatters his stomach and chest. His head lolls, his jaw becomes slack, and his arm goes limp in my grasp. I lay it down gently by his side and then kiss him.
“I love you.”
He smiles and tries to move his lips, but his eyes drift shut before he manages to utter a word. I stroke his hair and kiss his forehead. He doesn’t react at all, telling me he’s fallen asleep.
I ease out of him and go to his en suite to get a cloth to clean him up. My actions are gentle as I wipe sweat and cum from his skin. The scratches on his chest are red and angry, and the love bites on his neck and wrist have taken on a marbled appearance. His nipples, free of the clamps, are relaxing to their normal size. He looks glorious. He’ll probably also be stiff and sore when he wakes. His body must have been tense during all of that edging. I turn off the fan and cover him with a blanket so he doesn’t get cold, and then go and sort myself out.
I return to my room for long enough to find a massage lotion and then take it back to Quinn’s room. He’s still soundly asleep. I free his left arm from under the quilt, put some of the lotion on it, and begin to massage his muscles, starting from his shoulder and working my way down to his wrist and fingers. I repeat the process on his other arm and then push the quilt back to expose his leg. I’ve worked my way down to his foot when he stirs.
“That’s nice.” His voice is heavy with sleep. “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“You might make me fall asleep again.”
“Is that a problem?”
Quinn shrugs and shakes his head.
I begin to massage his other leg.
“Did Charles teach you that too?”
“Yes.”
Quinn’s eyelids open and close as he stares at me. “Do you miss him?”
I pause with my hands firmly pressing against Quinn’s thigh. “I already told you—”
“You weren’t in love with each other, I know. But that doesn’t mean you don’t miss him.” Quinn bites his lip. “I’m sorry, Sir, I shouldn’t have interrupted you.”
