I know he wants me. Or, at least wants me to wanthim. But if he hesitates touching me, I’m terrified it’ll fracture our connection beyond repair.
“What’s your pain level today?” I ask, sliding my arms around him and running my hands up and down his back.
“I’m not fragile, darlin’,” he murmurs, then tangles his fingers in my hair and twists just enough to make me groan. Slanting his lips to mine, he tastes me, at first hesitant, then with bold strokes of his tongue and a deep moan.
This confidence? It’s like he found another small piece of himself that he’d lost to his ex’s abuse. And it’s sexy as hell.
Grabbing his soft, peach Henley, I pull it over his head, and the sight of his lithe, toned muscles makes my heart beat faster. A lock of hair falls across his forehead, and I brush it away. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper, trailing kisses along his collar bone, to the hollow of his throat below his Adam’s apple, and all the way up to his shoulder.
“Graham…” His hands move almost desperately, loosening my belt, then fumbling with the buttons on the only dress shirt I own. I wanted tonight to be special, and from the way his breath escapes in short pants and the look in his eyes, he felt the same. “I don’t deserve someone like you.”
“Don’t ever say that again.” I don’t know how I keep my tone gentle, but the words are harsh enough. In this moment, nothing in the world is more important than reassuring him. Not even freeing my very hard, very insistent erection. I’m in awe of him, and by God, he’s going to know it all the way to his soul by the time I’m done loving him tonight. “You deserve every good thing you’ve ever wanted and more.”
“I…”
Silencing him with my lips, I toe off my shoes and shed my pants while he finishes with my shirt. I want us both naked, want to kiss, lick, and touch every inch of him, and let him know how far and how fast I’ve fallen.
“Make yourself comfortable, baby. We might be here a while.”
* * *
Watching Q come?It’s a sight I’ll never get enough of. This time, I played with his ass as I sucked him off, and the way he writhed as he shot his load down my throat was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m hard as a rock, but he’s still shuddering, his eyes half-lidded and hazy with pleasure.
“Come here,” I say as I wrap my arms around him and draw the covers over us. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you let go.”
“I wish I could…” Q’s words fade away, and he buries his face against my neck.
“What?” After a beat, when he doesn’t move, I press a kiss to the top of his head. “Q? You never have to be ashamed with me. I hope you know that.”
His eyes are clear when he finally raises his head, but his shoulders tense. “I wish I could do that to you. I wish my back didn’t stop me from—”
“You want to give me a blow job?”
He jerks, then nods. “I used to love it. Before. But I can’t really kneel and move like that anymore.”
Sitting up, I study him for a long moment. “You don’t have to. Do you have a couple of extra pillows?”
Five minutes later, with Quinton slouched against the headboard, I kneel in front of him, one hand braced against the wall, the other cupping the back of his head. A drop of precum leaks from my crown, and Q tries to sit up to get closer to me, but I tighten my fingers in his hair. “The only work you have to do, baby, is with that tongue of yours. Got it?”
He nods, licks his lips, and wraps one hand around the base of my shaft as I push slowly into the heat of his mouth. His lips wrap around me, and he moans deep in his throat.
“I’ll go slow. If you need to stop, hold up your hand.” The only risk with me in control is that Q can’t pull back if he gags or needs air. But the look on his face? It’s pure bliss as he stares up at me.
All the quad and glute exercises West tortures us with? I’ll never complain again. Otherwise, I’m not sure I could do this.
“Oh, God. Right there,” I groan. He can do things with his tongue no one’s ever tried with me before, and fuck.
His cheeks hollow time and time again, and he trails his fingers over my abs. “Grab my ass, Q.”
The words escape before I realize what I’m saying, and his brows arch in a silent question while his tongue swirls and slides over my shaft.
“I trust you, baby.”
Reaching for me, he curls his hands around my hips. He’s careful. Gentle, even. And I think maybe…one day, I could let him do more.
My balls tighten, and I can’t look away from this man I think I’m falling for. “Quinton…fuck. I’m so close…”
