He pounced on me, pinning my arms above my head. The bottom edge of his T-shirt fell softly against my shaft as he leaned in and bumped our noses together. “Going to tell me exactly what you want, Liam?”
“You naked for a start.”
He scrambled off me, and I hooked my fingers behind my head as he shucked out of his jeans and almost fell, stomping on the ends to free himself of their hungry grip. The T-shirt came off in record time, followed by his socks.
He paused at his boxer-briefs, stretching the waistband with a teasing wink.
“You can keep them on if you want,” I said, sitting up and shuffling to the bedside, where I pulled Quinn forward. His legs flexed as I dug my hand in the flap of his boxers, gripped his cock and pulled it out. I leaned forward and tasted him. Salty. His velvety foreskin rubbed against my lips.
His moan came long and surprised. “Liam,” he gasped. There was something infinitely motivating about that sound, and I fed more of him into my mouth until the head of his cock was nudging the far roof. The angle was somewhat awkward, so I slid off the bed to the floor.
Quinn curled his toes against the sides of my knees as I stroked and sucked him. He let me lick and explore while he gifted me with little noises of appreciation. He pulled out of my mouth, stripped off his briefs and tugged me up onto the bed.
The bedding cushioned my back as Quinn climbed on top ofme and locked me into a deep kiss. I arched against him as our tongues danced and Quinn’s fingers slid between our hips and rolled my balls. My grip, splayed over his shoulder blades, tightened as I eagerly drew him closer.More. More of that.I angled my hips and Quinn sought deeper until he was rubbing along my entrance. “Yes, that’s it. That’s what I want.”
Quinn rutted against me as he wriggled the tip of his finger and popped it into my ass.
“More, Quinn. Turn me over and put your cock in there.”
Quinn groaned and drew back onto his haunches, reaching to his side drawers and pulling out lube and a condom. “Are you sure, Liam? I mean, I really want to, but I don’t have to. There are a thousand other ways we can get off.”
I stroked my cock. “I don’t say things unless I’m sure about them. And I’m sure I want you behind me. In me.”
His cock twitched and his gaze grew hooded. He touched warm fingers to my side and I rolled over onto my stomach, stretching my arms out on either side of me, palms open against the sheets.
“All right,” he said, uncapping the lube and dribbling the cold liquid in a line down my ass. “You can change your mind any time, and if you don’t like something—”
“I’ll tell you.”
Quinn chuckled. “Yeah, I know you will.”
His hand came down at my shoulder and squeezed, and then he massaged his way over my back to the base. A light kiss hit between my shoulder blades as his finger drew over the lube, running over my entrance to the base of my balls.
I arched my ass up toward him and, on his path back up, Quinn dipped his lubed finger right where I wanted it. He was thorough with preparing me, which I appreciated on a logical level, but which teased me almost to the point of yelling at him to hurry up and slide in already.
Perhaps he guessed my thoughts, because he chuckled lightlyand finally lowered his length over me. He nuzzled my neck as he firmly rolled his fingers down my arms and linked our hands. He squeezed them as he rubbed his cock between my cheeks. The condom was on, but the lube was plentiful and he glided back and forth as he breathed heavily in my ear. “You feel so good.”
An electric, beaded shiver had me thrusting harder against the sheets and urging my ass back so he would take me.
“Okay, Liam,” he said, and shifted, one hand coming off mine as he gently angled my ass and aligned the tip of his cock at my entrance. He pushed in, his head popping inside, stretching me. I drew in a breath and clenched my fingers tighter around his hand.
“Keep going.”
He pushed in carefully, filling me with his thick length as he fed me encouraging little strokes with his thumb.
It stung a bit, but I’d had no illusions it wouldn’t. He gave me a moment to adjust to the full feeling and then drew back a short way and thrust slowly, gradually increasing the length and speed of his thrusts.
At first, most of the pleasure came from the thought that Quinn was deeply seated in me, that we were soclose. I derived pleasure from the trust and from hearing how much it undid Quinn; the way he groaned and panted, the light nips on my ear when he held himself still for a moment, trying not to spill too early.
My body accepted and anticipated the rhythm, trying to arch back and thrust into the sheets at the perfect moment. My cock grew hard again and with even more zeal and impatience than before. Quinn shifted our positions slightly so we lay more on our sides. My feet pressed against his for leverage, and he gripped my cock and stroked it in time to his thrusts.
His mouth opened on my shoulder and bit down gently and suddenly I needed Quinn to move faster, harder—
He moved as if he read my thoughts, and then he rolled hiships, and a burst of sensation had me whimpering against my arm. “That. Again.”
He rocked against the spot again.
“Keep doing that,” I panted, pushing a hand against the bed to increase the friction as I pitched faster on him.
