There may as well have been a six-hundred-pound gorilla in the car on the ride home. It was me, Quinn, and over a decade’s worth of sexual frustration rushing toward my house. The night before the wedding had barely scratch the surface of our joined need for each other. The silent buzz of our nervous excitement escorted us up the front stairs, helping us fumble with the buttons on thealarm system. Our deep and rushed breaths accompanied us to the threshold, as our heated desire made us tumble into the entryway.
“This feels different,” Quinn mused, with his hands tucked into the belt loops of my jeans. It was impossible for my hands to be anywhere but knotted up in his long hair. It was as if he’d grown it out simply so they had something to touch while I took his mouth. “Itfeels more…”
“Real?” I finished for him before stealing more of his mouth for my own.
“Yes, but justmore.It’s more in all the right ways.”
The only way I could think of agreeing with him was to remove his clothes as we walked up the stairs to my room. As polite as ever, by the time we stumbled into the room, the plush carpet padding our clumsy feet, he returned the favor of removing my clothes.We both kicked off our shoes and pulled off our pants. With his back pressed up against the doorframe, I pushed my body into his, needing to feel his heat next to me. “I have been dreaming of this moment from the second you walked into the showroom. I had visions of taking you, making you mine, but I knew I had no right.” Quinn opened his mouth to speak, so I took away his words with a furiouslyhot kiss, letting him know that he’d better not interrupt again. “And now, now I just don’t care about what’s right. All I want is you.” My lips needed to be against his neck just like my cock needed to press into his.
“God, I want you. It’s always you, Ry.” Quinn’s legs shook, suddenly unable to bear the weight of his body.
Struck immediately by the most erotic idea ever, I told him, “Comewith me,” as I pulled him toward the en suite. “Let me take care of you.”
Without protest, he followed behind me. In only his boxers but completely ready for whatever I had in mind, he leaned his hip against the counter. Moving as if I didn’t have a second to lose, I turned on the shower and adjusted the water to the perfect temperature. Even though it was big enough to fit a person and theirfive closest friends, having Quinn in the shower with me made me feel as if the rest of time and space ceased to exist. It was just the vacuum in which we existed. It was just me and him and the hot water filled with promises of pleasure we couldn’t wrap our heads around just yet.
“Trust me?” I whispered into his ear as my fingers worked at the waistband of his boxers.
Unable to speak, he noddedas he stepped out of what was left of his clothing. I followed his lead and stripped mine off as I walked under the water. He took my hand and stepped in as well. I turned us around so that he could sit on the built-in bench. “Relax,” I said, my words threading in with the ribbons of steam curling around us. “I want to take care of you.”
Dropping to my knees before him, my stomach twisted intoknots of need that I knew only Quinn could untangle. Only Quinn could fan the flames racing through my veins. Slowly working up his legs, I massaged his sore muscles, my cock growing harder and harder with each groan of pleasure falling from his mouth. As I kneaded out the knots, I felt his body turn boneless under my touch. “That feel good?” It was a pointless question, really. His raging hard-onand clenched-too-tightly fists gave me all the answers I needed.
Moving in circles, I massaged his thick thighs, loving the feel of his muscles under my fingers. With each touch, I let my fingers touch closer and closer to his heavy length. One single touch to his cock almost sent him shooting up off the bench. “Relax,” I calmed him. “Let me take care of you.”
What I wanted to say was that Iwas so damn sorry for all the pain and heartache I’d caused him. That I’d missed him so damn much. That I wanted to do everything in my power to make him feel as loved as he’d made me feel. But I couldn’t put those emotions to words. All I could do was use my body to please his and simply hope that my love came through with every touch.
Using the soapy water as lube, I teased his ass, slowly,steadily, pressing, scissoring, pleasing him in the way I knew he loved. My chest swelled with pride simply because Iwas giving him this pleasure.It was so intimate and real, my heart nearly shattered with the emotion of it all. As I took his cock to the back of my throat, I lied to myself and said the tears I shed were there because he was too damn hard, too damn big—I was tearing up becausehe was choking me.
In reality, I was crying because I loved him so damn much. And I just didn’t know how I was going to say goodbye to him in a few days.
So right there, while I brought him to the edge of pleasure, his orgasm spilling into my mouth, sliding down my throat, I let the possibility ofus,of a future, take root in my heart, hoping I could let it bloom and turn into something thatwould forever make my life more beautiful simply because it existed.
Eventually, his breathing returned to normal and his legs started working again. So when the water cooled, I helped him out and dried him off. We walked to the bed, hand in hand, our bodies loose and relaxed from the heat but wired and so incredibly ready from the desire boiling between us. As Quinn untied the towel around mywaist, his eyes heated up. He lowered me to the bed, placed my hands above my head, pressed his body against mine, and said, “Now it’s my turn to take what I want. The question is, doyoutrustme?”
“With everything.”
As the last syllable fell from my mouth, he let his lips dance on my skin, kissing, nipping, biting, teasing, as he moved from my neck, across my collarbone, down my chest, stoppingonly briefly to bite tenderly at my nipples. He continued his assault across the rest of my body, stopping only to suck gently on each side of my hip, eliciting a low groan of pleasure even I didn’t see coming. With a wet kiss to the crown of my cock, he looked up at me with mischief in his eyes.
He reached over my body into my nightstand and took out the lube. Something inside me came to lifeat the thought of having him here, in my room, touching my body, owning my soul. In the few times we’d been together, it was always me in control, needing, wanting, demanding, taking. Now, with his body over mine, I felt weak in ways I never knew I’d love.
His first touch, a warm lubed hand gripping my cock, shattered me, broke away my pretenses and made me want more. “Tell me,” he muttered,pressing kisses to my inner thigh. “Has anyone ever taken you?” His finger pressed against the tight ring of my ass.
A million winged nerves took flight in my stomach. I’d never bottomed before but not because I didn’t want to. It was because I’d never felt safe enough with anyone to let myself be that vulnerable. “No,” I choked on the word. “Never.”
“I want you to be mine, more than I wantmy next breath sometimes. But I don’t want to take what you aren’t offering. So tell me to and I’ll stop. But God dammit, Ryan, I want you so damn much, I don’t know how to tell you. I can only show you.” His words stopped, but his fingers kept moving, pushing, teasing, and mimicking my moves from just minutes ago. “Please let me have you like no one else has.”
“Everything I am or ever will beis yours.”
All he needed was the green light of my words to do what he’d wanted. His fingers invaded my body, taking what had always been mine. When he took my dick into his mouth, letting it hit the back of his throat, I experienced pleasure like I’d never known. Even with my eyes shut, bursts of vibrant color came to life. Fireworks popped and flames licked at my skin as he continued his assault.Deeper and deeper still, it was as if he wanted to swallow my body whole, make it a part of him. Our bodies were perfectly aligned. There was no space between us and nothing hidden in our hearts. With every suck and lick on my cock, the more I belonged to him. He was claiming me, and he knew it.
And for the first time, I let my fear go and only embraced the here and now.
I was so lost in myown experience that I didn’t feel the bed shift as Quinn’s weight moved above me. By the time I opened my eyes, he was on his knees, rolling a condom over his thick cock. “You don’t have to,” he offered an escape.
“I want to.” And it was the damn truth, not because I could see the desire in his bright eyes, but because I wanted to belong to someone. I wanted to belong to Quinn.
Massaging mylegs, he let them relax to the side, giving him the access he needed. When his wide, flared crown eased into my body, a surge of heat moved through me, igniting my skin, burning my existence. But what followed, as he slowly pushed his entire cock into me, was a feeling of fullness I’d never known. My eyes welled with tears both at the physical and emotional weight of it all. Needing more of him, Ilocked my legs around his hips and pulled his chest to mine. Already connected in the most intimate way, our lips sealed in a wordless vow, echoing the movement of our joined bodies.
“Your body… oh fuck… so hot… so tight… Ryan. Fuck,” Quinn cursed into my neck, letting loose a river of chills that raced across my skin. “I need….”
“So do I. I need you, too,” I panted my words as his body movedin mine. “Take it all. Take it how you need it. I’m yours.”
In long, hard thrusts, he drove into me, making me his from the inside out. “Ry,” he warned, his movements growing erratic and uneven. The veins in his neck bulged as he dug his fingers into my hips. With each push into my body, he pulled me closer to him, accentuating the fullness, inching me closer and closer to my own release. Whenthe tether on his restraint broke, my body ceased to be my own. As if I were floating above the entire scene, I experienced his love from everywhere. “Oh fuck,” he cursed. “Ry….” His groans of pleasure followed my name and his fingers bit into my skin even more. And as his orgasm poured into me, I knew I was changed in the most significant of ways.
I’d become his in every sense of the word.
Boneless and completely lost in this lust-filled daze, I barely registered Quinn moving. He was settled between my legs before I could even open my eyes. It took no more than five seconds of his mouth working over my cock for the hot electricity of my orgasm to gather at the base of my spine, race through my veins, and explode into his mouth.
Later, after we showered again and shared in a fewminutes of pillow talk, it was as if my entire world shifted on its axis.
I was still too overwhelmed by it all to know exactly how the experience would change me, but I knew it was in the most significant ways possible. Because as I drifted off to sleep in Quinn’s arms, a peace I’d never known before curled around us and carried us into the night.
