Touching him suddenly wasn’t enough. I needed to taste him. With my control already gone, I took him to the back of my throat, loving how he filled my mouth. “Oh, fucking hell, Ryan.” Quinn took my head in his hands, fucking my mouth without regard for my ability to breathe. His need nearly broke me in halfbecause it mirrored my need for him.
I could taste the first drops of his orgasm and there was no way I was going to end the night that quickly.
If this was going to be the last time I was going to have Quinn to myself, I was going to take everything I could. Letting his thick cock fall from my mouth was the last thing I wanted to do, but getting inside his body was as important as taking mynext breath. “Get on the bed,” I demanded, all but pushing him toward the mattress. Of course he didn’t fight back.
As I stood before him, ridding myself of my clothes, he lay on the bed, stroking himself, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. “Does your hand feel good?” He nodded, seemingly unable to speak. “Is it as good as my mouth?” I asked as I crawled toward him. When our naked bodiestouched for the first time since the last time, it was as if all the stars aligned and everything was right with the world.
Just for tonight, I would take that feeling and run with it. In the morning, when the sun came up, I would go back to my old ways of running away from everything and burying my feelings.
But just for tonight, I would give him this.
I would givemethis.
“Nothing feelsas good as your mouth,” he admitted between more kisses. My lip hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn’t care. I needed his kisses more than anything, so I’d deal with the pain.
“Nothing?” I taunted, pressing my body against his so that our cocks were touching one another. “Not even this?” I asked as I reached between us and ran my fingers along the two hardened cocks gliding against one another.
“Ryan,” he purred my name. “Fuck.”
“You read my mind.”
Resting back on my haunches, I pulled him up by the shoulders, bringing his face within an inch of my dick. “Get me good and wet,” I told him, cupping his jaw with my hand.
“So bossy,” he joked as he licked his lips.
“Only with you. Only ever with you,” I admitted.
If he only knew just how true those words were. That in all the time wewere apart, I’d never been like this with anyone. Not anyone other than him. He was the only man who’d ever had the real me, the me I kept hidden from the rest of the world, the me who lay dormant all these years, with all those other men trying fruitlessly to forget him. But now wasn’t the time for that.
Now was simply the time to revel in the feel of his tongue twirling around the broad headof my cock, to relish in the feel of hitting the back of his throat just as I’d done to him a few minutes ago. Feeling the electric pleasure of my orgasm gather at the base of my spine, I knew that was enough.
I pulled away from him and he fell back to the bed. Laying there waiting for me, he was the perfect picture of sin. His eyes begged me to fuck him. His cock throbbed as it lay heavy andhard on his tight stomach.
With wet fingers, I readied him for my cock. His body was hot and willing, just like I remembered it.
“Condoms?” I asked, situating myself between his spread legs.
“In my bag. On the floor,” he answered.
“Thank God,” I said, “Because there’s no way in fucking hell I can turn away now.”
His response, a “me either” that was nothing more than a needy growl was allI needed to hear before I buried myself into his body. His eyes widened as he watched me roll the condom over my cock. Gently pushing past the tight ring of muscle sent my body into overdrive and whatever ability I thought I had to make the night last forever was gone on the first thrust.
He wrapped his legs around my waist, forcing me down onto him. Our mouths tangled together as our bodiesbecame one. Every push and drag of my cock in his body was a fire in my soul. It was everything that I loved and hated about myself all blended together into this blindingly perfect pulse of pleasure that I could no longer control.
“Quinn, fuck, oh, fucking hell,” I cursed as I pounded into him.
His nails raked up and down my back, mixing pleasure with pain in the way I’d always loved. In theway only he knew how to do.
“I need more. More of you,” I admitted.
“Take it all. It’s all yours. Always has been. Always will be.”
And with that, the tether on my restraint snapped. Pulling him up by the hips, I angled his body so that I could drive into him even farther. He met me thrust for thrust and his body shook beneath mine with a pleasure I saw plainly written across his face. Hisachingly hard cock bounced between us and I couldn’t wait to drink down his orgasm.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Quinn, I’m coming. Oh, God, Quinn.” I dragged out his name as each pulse of my orgasm filled his body.
Drops of his own orgasm fell from his tip and I knew he was close. Without even worrying about catching my breath, I pulled out of him and took his thick, hard dick into my mouth. Relentlessly,I worked him with my hands and mouth. Letting him use my mouth like I’d just used his body, he groaned in pleasure, calling my name, cursing a God neither of us believed in.
“Ryan. Fuck. Ryan, fucking hell.” His curses were followed by a slew of sounds that only slightly resembled words and those were followed by the hot ropes of his climax filling my mouth, trickling down my throat.
Exhausted,both physically and emotionally, I didn’t have the strength to do anything more than curl up behind him, pull the blankets over us, and fall asleep just for this once with Quinn in my arms.
