“But?”
“But I just can’t.”
And with that, he pulled me back against his body. Frantically, he pushed my jacket from my shoulders. Before we had even hit the edge of the living room, he was already pulling my shirt over my head, his hands tearing at my jeans.
We stumbled around the couch and maneuvered by the coffee table. Pushing it out of the way, I pulled him onto the soft, cream-colored cushions. He lifted his hips, helping me rid him of his sweatpants. Naked and incredibly aroused, he sat before me like a god. Hard planes, chiseled angles, and polished curves of endless miles of muscle were all right there for me to take. My heart raced so quickly,I felt each pulse in my neck.
Starting at his ankles, I let my hands dance up his legs. Trailing slow fingers up his calves, I let my thumbs graze his inner thighs. The heat radiating off his hard length tickled my skin, enticing me to go further and further. “Ry, oh God. Please,” he begged, his words breathless and thin.
When my lips touched the tip of his dick, all the nerves of my body wereset on fire. Taking him to the back of my throat, my mouth filled with his body. My heart soaring beyond the sky, I felt complete. His fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer to him, guiding my movements over his rigid cock. Needing more of him, I moved from between his legs and stood before him. With fumbling fingers, I dropped the rest of my clothes, kicked my shoes to the side.
Surprisingme, Quinn moved forward on the couch, perfectly aligning his mouth with my achingly needy dick. My legs wobbled and my knees buckled. All my strength, every bit of my ability to stand was just about dissipated from my body as his mouth worked over my hard length. “Quinn,” I growled his name through clenched teeth. Running my fingers through his hair, I cupped his jaw, loving the feel of thewide-crowned head of my cock through the wall of his cheek. “Holy shit. Oh fuck,” I cursed. Arching my back made him gag and it was enough to push me so close to the edge of my orgasm.
Quinn looked up at me as I pulled out of his mouth, his eyes real and raw. Without saying anything, I reached into the back pocket of my pants and pulled out a small packet of lube that I’d put there in the hopesthis would go exactly as planned. We moved perfectly in sync. He lay on the couch below me, spreading his legs so I could settle in between them. Adding more moisture to what he’d left behind, I rubbed my cock with one hand while wet fingers from the other worked at Quinn’s body, readying him for me. “More,” he demanded as he pushed his body against my hand. “You. I need more of you.”
After allthe pain I’d caused him, who was I to deny him what he wanted right now?
My tip pushed past the tight ring of muscle and I watched on in wonder as his face morphed from one of pleasure to pain back to pleasure again, all within the span of a few seconds. Gliding easily in the rest of the way, I gritted my teeth, hoping to God I could hold on for more than two seconds. “I fucking missed you,”I hissed as his warmth surrounded me. With my arms on either side of his face, I kissed him until all my breath was gone. Our bodies were completely united, every inch touching in some way. “Quinn?” He nodded. “I need you to open your eyes.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because if I open them, and see you staring back at me while you make love to me, it’ll break me. When you leave, it’ll break me.”Tears rolled down his face from behind his closed eyes, and my heart shattered into a million shards of glass.
I put that pain there.
I put that hurt there.
And if he’d let me, I’d spend the rest of my life replacing it all with love and passion.
As I brushed away his tears with the pads of my thumbs, I asked, “Please open them. I need to see you. Please.” After a few seconds and a deep breath,deep blue sapphire orbs met mine. “There you are.” I smiled and kissed his lips sweetly. “I’m not leaving. I promise. And I know it’s hard to believe me, but I’m not going anywhere.” Pausing to place my hand directly over his heart, I felt the truth of those words in every cell in my body.
“How can you be so sure?” I hated myself for the doubt I’d brought into his life.
I flexed my hand overhis heart and locked my eyes with his. “I’m sure because I love you. I’ve always loved you and I’ve just been foolish to toss it around like it never mattered. I love you.”
His tears returned, and I feared it was because he was going to tell me he couldn’t forgive me, because I’d hurt him too much. So when he said, “I love you, too. So damn much it physically hurts when you aren’t here. I loveyou, Ryan.”
And then there were no words, no moreI love yousor apologies. Our bodies did all the talking that was needed.
Quinn worked his length with his hand as I slid in and out of his body. With each thrust, I moved closer to the edge of oblivion, a point from which I never wanted to return. “Ry, oh fuck. I’m coming,” he warned, his hand flying faster and faster over the swollen head ofhis ready cock. “Oh, fucking hell,” he cursed.
Watching the ropes of his orgasm lash across his naked chest was enough to push me over the edge. And when I came, I fell hard. Every inch of my body became his and I knew there was no way I would ever be anywhere Quinn wasn’t.
A few hours, and a fewrounds of incredibly hot sex later, I sat on his living room floor in front of the fireplace, next to his twinkling Christmas tree. With a blanket draped across my lap, I was content beyond measure.
“Here you go,” Quinn spoke from behind me as he handed me a bowl of cereal. “It was all I had the strength to make.”
Looking down at the bowl of Cocoa Puffs he’d just handed me, I couldn’t help butlaugh at him. “This is perfect.” And it was. We both ate in silence, watching the lights of the fire and of the tree sparkle and flicker before us.
Rather than being exhausted, I was invigorated. I felt energized and completely renewed. While there was so much of us being together that was familiar to me, this morning was entirely different. In the best way possible.
“This is going to soundcrazy,” I interrupted our meal.
“Crazier than you showing up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning after not talking to me for almost four months.” He arched an eyebrow and shot me a look that could’ve killed.
“Maybe not that crazy,” I admitted and we both laughed. “But hear me out.”
