“It was your suggestion.”
“Then I like the way I think.”
He kisses me again. “Stop talking.”
I wrap my arms around his back and, still kissing him, roll him onto his back. He spreads his legs so I can settle between them, strokes my hair, and runs his nails over my back. It’s a tickle, but I hope he’ll increase the pressure once I’m inside him.
“I want you, Quinn.”
He presses his hands to my cheeks. “I want you too.”
I stare into his eyes. “I need you.”
His pupils shrink as he gazes at me. “I need you too.”
There’s something on the tip of my tongue, but my heart isn’t sure what yet. I chuckle instead of trying to fumble my way through elusive words. “Is there an echo in here?”
“Echoes don’t add extra words. You really need to shut up.”
“So do you.”
“Kiss me? Make love to me? I want you inside me, Stefan.”
“Oh God, I want that too. So fucking badly.” I press my lips to each of his bruises, one by one. “And I want to give you a new one of these.”
“Only one?”
I laugh. “Maybe more. We’ll see.”
I rub my cock against him, dry-humping him as I kiss his bruises and then start to make a new one on his shoulder. He shivers and moans beneath me. His hands roam over me, tangling in my hair one second, caressing my back the next. Each touch makes my skin zing. Every time he whimpers, it sends a shiver down my spine. Being with him feels so right. It’s everything.
“I love being close to you,” I whisper before slamming my mouth over his.
He curls his fingers so his nails are digging into my skin. I kiss him more fiercely. Kiss him until his heart patters crazily against my chest. Then I lie still over him and stroke his hair until his eyelids have stopped quivering. When he smiles, I know I’m okay to carry on. I go back to sucking on the patch of damp, slightly discoloured skin on his shoulder and roll my hips so our cocks slide together.
“Lube,” Quinn pleads.
I have to pause the love bite again as I reach for the bottle of lube and a condom. I put the condom within easy reach and squeeze a dollop of lube into the palm of my hands. I slide my hand between our legs and slick lube over both our cocks. I take us both in hand and rub up and down.
Quinn arches his back. “Not what I meant.”
“You’re enjoying it, though, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” His lower lip trembles. “So much. But…”
I bite his quivering lip. “Patience.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stroke us both as I finish creating a love bite on his shoulder. I pull back to look at the large red mark. My breath catches in my throat as I stare at him. There’s a soft smile on his lips. His blue eyes sparkle with light, happiness, and adoration. He touches his shoulder, and his smile intensifies, lighting up the room.
I release our cocks and squeeze more lube onto my fingers. I kiss him as I rub my finger over his entrance, pushing gently. I want to take my time, but I know that sometimes time isn’t on our side. But right now, Quinn looks fully awake, with no trace of tiredness on his face or in his eyes.
I take his lower lip between my teeth, biting hard enough to make him squeak as I push my finger inside him. His eyebrows quiver together, and he drags his nails over my shoulders. A shiver runs down my spine, and my cock pulses with desire.
“I need you so badly.” I nip at his lip again, then his ear lobe, and then his neck, all while pushing my finger deeper so I can stroke the tip over his prostate.
Quinn quivers and arches his back. A soft gasp escapes his lips. I capture them again, easing my tongue into his mouth. I withdraw my finger until only the end is inside him and then push back in. He tears his mouth from mine, baring his neck as he presses his head into the pillow. I form an O with my mouth and clamp my lips over an unmarked part of his neck. I suck his skin and slip my finger back and forth. He moans and gasps beneath me, sometimes lifting his groin to meet mine and grind our cocks together, other times writhing as I suck harder and stroke his P-spot.
