“Y-yes.” His eyes dart to the scar on his thigh, and I cup his chin, forcing his gaze back to mine.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Q. I see you. And you’re perfect.”
Doubt shadows his gaze, and I slowly raise his right leg until it rests on my shoulder. “Still okay?”
A hint of apprehension lingers in his eyes until I suck two fingers into my mouth, and then his lips part, his breath catching in his chest.
The first time I brush his entrance with my slick fingers, he shudders, and a tiny moan escapes his lips. Massaging slowly, gently, I let him get used to the feel of me touching himthere, watching for any sign of discomfort or pain.
His cock is already at half-mast again, precum leaking from the tip, and he’s panting, trying to push his ass against me. “Graham, please…”
Grabbing the packet of lube, I spill a bit onto my finger, then circle his tight hole, gently increasing the pressure until I slip inside. His heat grabs me, and the whimper that escapes his lips holds so much pent up need, I wish I’d thought to do this earlier with my mouth wrapped around his cock.
Deeper now, I start to twist and stretch him gently, my gaze never leaving his face. “You’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” I say as I add a second finger, and I’m rewarded with a shudder and a choked moan.
I’m thicker than he is, but Q wins on length. God, I need this like I need my next breath. It’s so much more than just a quick fuck, because he hasn’t stopped looking at me either. Not once.
“Don’t stop,” he begs. The corners of his eyes crinkle with a hint of pain, and I ease back an inch, lessening the bend in his leg until all I can see is pleasure. He’s ready for me—at least I hope he is—but I need to kiss him first.
Crushing my mouth to his, I don’t know who wants this more. Q scores his teeth along my bottom lip, and fuck. I want to know what it feels like to have him suck me off. When I pull back so I can find the condom, he cups the back of my neck, holding me still. “You see me.”
Those three words shatter my heart, because they’re filled with such wonder. I swear, if I ever meet the asshole who hurt him, I’m going to make him pay for every terrible thing he did to this beautiful, strong, and haunted man.
“I see you.” Repeating my promise, I slide the condom over my dick. I’m so on edge, I don’t know how I’m going to last once I’m inside him. “Relax, Q. I’ll go slow.”
He hisses as my crown slips past the tight ring of muscle, and I cant my hips slowly, driving a little deeper each time. Despite having just found release a few minutes ago, he’s hard again, and I take my slick fingers and wrap them around his shaft.
“Oh, God,” he moans and tries to thrust into my palm.
“I’ve got you.” Sliding my hand along his hard length in time with my hips, I know the second I bottom out and find his prostate. His body bucks, and his pupils go wide as he whimpers and moans, no longer capable of actual words.
I’m so fucking close, my entire body’s coiled tighter than a spring, but watching Q’s face, seeing how he’s straining to hold on, to keep his gaze focused on me…it’s beautiful. “Let…go…” I manage, and when he does, the intense spasms of his tight muscles around my dick send me over the edge right after him.
* * *
Q stares at me,his brown eyes wide and slightly glassy as I ease myself out of him. “Stay here, baby. I’ll be right back.”
The term of endearment slips out, and he blinks, hard, uncertainty written all over his face. Too much, too soon. But a part of me doesn’t care, because the connection I’ve found with him? The heat? The passion? We’re not one and done. I want a lot more with him than just tonight.
With a warm, wet washcloth and towel in my hands, I return to the bed, but before I can finish, he stops me with his hand on mine. “I can do it.”
“I know youcan. But it’s not weakness to let someone else take care of you a little. Especially not after…that. Because, whoa.”
He chuckles, breaking this fresh tension between us, and when I’m done, we climb under the covers, and I wrap my arms around him. “Was that okay?” I ask.
“That was a hell of a lot better than ‘okay.’ That was amazing.” With a sigh, he snuggles closer. “Will you stay?”
Did he really think I was planning on leaving? After what we shared? “I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you ask me to.”
Reaching up to turn off the light, he whispers, “Good. This…I’ve missed this.”
“What?” His hair tickles my cheek as I press a kiss to the back of his neck. “Sex? Or—?”
“Being held. Being touched.” His voice trembles slightly, and I tuck my legs up so they’re against his. “I wanted to be alone for a long time, Graham. Needed it. Until I met you.”
“You’re not alone.” As if to prove my point—or claim her position in this house—Clementine jumps up onto the bed with amrrp,curls up right next to Q’s bent knees, and starts purring. “Pretty sure Clementine took offense at that.”
“Nah,” he says. “She just hates not being the center of attention.”
