His hands twist into the bed sheets. “Sir! I-I.” He groans, and his eyes roll back as I add a second finger. He relaxes, lying still as he pants.
“Is that good?”
“Yes.” The word is slightly elongated, the quality of his voice a little fuzzy.
I release his neck and stare into his eyes.
“I’m fine. Don’t stop. I’ll…” He licks his lips. I can tell how hard it is for him to speak by the way the words were rolled together.
“Tell me if you want me to stop?”
He nods.
I press my forehead to his. Even though he’s fuzzy this close, I keep staring into his eyes as I slowly thrust my fingers inside him. I want to replace them with my cock, but he’s not ready yet. It’s my turn to be patient. It’s hard when his hot arse is squeezing my fingers so delightfully.
I tug my hand through his wavy hair and kiss him again. “Fucking hell, you’re amazing.”
“So are you.”
His voice is clearer, so I go back to sucking his neck.
He rakes his fingers over my back. “My vampire wannabe.”
I chuckle against his skin and then bite gently.
He shivers. “Harder.”
I sink my teeth a little deeper, careful not to break the skin as I know that’s not something he likes. Then I suck hard. He yelps and then moans. Wraps his legs around my hips and drives his groin up.
“Need you in me. Now.”
I pull my fingers free and waste no time opening the condom. I put it on and cover my cock in plenty of lube. I press the head of my cock to his entrance and then pause, leaning on my elbow so I can stroke his face. In that moment, the elusive feeling clicks into place in my heart, and I know exactly how I feel. The words form on the tip of my tongue again, but I’m almost afraid to say them.
Quinn strokes his fingers over my back, his brow creasing. “Something wrong?”
“No. The opposite.”
His eyebrows knit together tightly. “You’re teasing me.”
“I thought you liked that.”
“I do, but I didn’t think we were playing.”
“We’re not.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Good question.
I hold my breath, wondering if I should let the words in my heart escape. There’s a danger it could ruin everything. He might not feel the same way. They might shock him into a cataplexy attack that’s too restricting for him to do anything, let alone make love. But I can’t keep them inside. They’re fighting to get out, slamming against my heart until it hurts.
“Quinn.”
He stares at me. His chest is still, so I know he’s holding his breath too.
“I love you.”
His eyebrows shoot up, his pupils shrink, and he lets out a squeak, which I hope is of surprise, but I can’t be sure. His legs slip from around me and flop onto the bed. He moves his lips and makes a guttural noise in his throat. My guess is he’s fighting to speak. I wait. I’ll give him all the time in the world.
