Stefan stills and watches me, staying silent until my body wakes up and I’m free to move again. The heat has receded from my cheeks, so hopefully, I look less like one of those red warning beacons they attach to tall buildings.
“I haven’t either. I’ll be gentle,” he promises. “I’ll take it slow.”
“Not too slow.” I give him an apologetic smile. “My energy won’t last.”
He nods and gently pushes my legs further apart. Then he reaches for the lube and drizzles the cold, thick liquid over my crack and hole. He puts plenty more on his fingers and then runs one over my taint and hole, applying gentle pressure. He leans down to kiss me again, confusing my senses as his tongue tangles with mine and his finger begins to explore me. My muscles go haywire as he slips his finger into me. He pauses, kissing me as I relax around his digit. I raise my knees to give him better access and then loop my arm over his shoulders so I can run my fingers through his hair. His body blankets mine, and our cocks rub together gently. I gasp, breaking our kiss, as his finger finds my sweet spot.
“Stefan!” I dig my fingertips into his back and squeeze his hand.
“Nice?” He nips my lower lip again, no harder than before.
“Oh yes.”
I arch my back, trembling as he works his finger back and forth. He kisses me again and again, sometimes short pecks, other times long lingering kisses with tangling tongues and massaging lips. I’m so relaxed that my arse takes a second finger with only a tiny amount of resistance.
“Stefan.” I slip my fingers into his hair. “I want you.”
“Soon.”
He plunges his tongue into my mouth. I suck on it gladly as I twist and twirl his hair and squeeze his hand. I thrust my hips against him desperately. He adds a third finger. I suck in a sharp breath and then drag his lips to mine, taking charge of a kiss for the first time. He chuckles against my lips as he wrests control back expertly. I yield to him, losing myself in the euphony of sensations and sounds.
He kisses my forehead. “Now.”
He kneels upright, giving me a front-seat view of his cock. I lick my lips and stare as he tears the wrapper and rolls the condom onto his length. He applies lots of lube and then smiles at me.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
Still smiling, he sweeps his hands under my thighs and raises my legs. He keeps supporting them as he lines the head of his cock up and presses against my arsehole. Our stares lock as he slides inside me. Slowly. Gently. I exhale, my chest quivering and stomach fluttering as he fills me up one thick inch at a time. He feels incredible. My arse hugs around his length as he pushes deeper and deeper. Finally, his heavy balls nestle against my arse, and he leans down and presses the softest kisses to my lips.
“Okay?”
“Yes. More than okay.”
I tug my eyebrows together and stare into his eyes as he starts to rock his hips. Small puffs of air escape my parted lips as I pant through each filling thrust. He shifts his position, using his forearms to support my legs. He rests one hand on the bed by my hips and leans so our chests are touching. He cradles my skull with his other hand, slightly lifting my head and shoulders off the bed. I cup his cheeks and let my eyes flutter closed as he alternates between kissing me and resting his forehead against mine. It’s beautiful and tender. I don’t want it to end, but my balls are drawing tight, and my groin quivers before I know it.
I tear my lips from his. “You should come first.” My words come out as a desperate plea. “Stefan!”
He rocks his hips a little faster, grunting and groaning. He smashes his lips to mine as his cock throbs inside me. I don’t need to hold on any longer. My orgasm crashes over me, intense and overwhelming. A strange sound breaks free of my lips, something between a moan and a groan, which is distorted as my tongue becomes heavy and my lips go numb. Despite Stefan’s hand on the back of my skull, my head turns into a lead weight and flops back. Gently, Stefan lays my head and shoulders on the bed. He eases out of me and then moves my immobile legs so they’re resting on the mattress. He lies beside me, stroking my hair.
I can’t do anything. I’m trapped inside my body. My eyelids are getting heavier as sleep clutches at me, dragging me beneath the murky surface. I’m pulled between euphoria and frustrating fear. I try to say Stefan’s name, but my lips won’t work. There’s so much I want to tell him, but it all stays trapped inside. My eyes close. I try to open them again, but it’s like someone has glued my lashes to my skin. Stefan says something, but though I can hear his voice’s gentle, calming tone, the words are distorted like I’m beneath the water. There’s nothing I can do except let go.
8
STEFAN
I keep stroking Quinn’s hair long after I’m sure he’s asleep. I move when my elbow aches from bearing my weight, but only to retrieve a warm washcloth from the bathroom so I can clean us both up. Before dealing with myself, I start with Quinn, gently wiping the cum from his skin. I rinse off the washcloth, throw it into his washing basket, and then remove, tie off, and dispose of the condom. En suites are useful. Only three of the bedrooms in the house have one, and my room isn’t one of them.
I go back to the bed, lie beside Quinn, and tuck us both in. I hold him in my arms and stroke his brow as I watch him while he sleeps.
He wakes around twenty minutes later. He tenses in my arms as his eyes spring open. There’s a moment when he seems unable to move or even breathe. I hold him through the sleep paralysis, holding my breath until he sucks air into his lungs and relaxes.
“Hi.” I cup his cheek and kiss him gently.
“Hi.” He flattens his palm against my chest. “It wasn’t a dream?”
“The sex?”
