My cock jumped to attention,standing straight as it ever had, a bead of precome welling up at the head.
“Because I hadn’t planned onit.”
Fuck.
He was going to be the endof me. I was going to die happy.
A push to the center of mychest sent me backing up toward the bed, Quinn stalking toward me like he wasthe predator and I was the prey, eyes glinting in the afternoon light streamingthrough my too-thin curtains.
The serious, dominant actcame crashing down all at once. Quinn bit his lower lip, looking around theroom.
“Uh. Lube?” he asked.
“Second drawer,” I nodded tothe nightstand. “Your choice of silky glide or self-warming.”
Quinn got out both tubes,holding them up to the light to inspect them. “Which one doyoulike?” he asked.
“I thought you were takingcharge,” I teased.
“A good top is attentive tohis partner’s needs,” Quinn said. “I think. You always are, anyway.”
“Always will be,” Ipromised. “I like the silk one if it’s going inside me. Less sticky, but stillthick enough to be comfortable.”
“You know a lot more aboutlube than I do.” Quinn tossed the other tube back in the drawer. He set itaside and then stood in front of me, eyes roving up and the length of my body,tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Holyshityou look goodnaked,”he said. “Why would you even bother with me?”
“Aside from all the normalreasons where you’re a sweetheart and my stomach flutters when you smile at meand you’re really very cute? Always had a thing for smaller men.” I shrugged. “Andyou’re so tiny.”
Quinn snorted, pulling hisown clothes off without any pause for ceremony. My tongue darted out to wet mylips as he tugged his underwear off, his cock springing free, the head alreadydark with blood.
“I also like that you wantme,” I added. “I like the way your eyes glaze over when you really get into it,I like it when your lips are kiss-swollen and glossy, I like watching you come.You really are beautiful when you’re having fun.”
Quinn blushed all the wayfrom the tips of his ears to the base of his neck, grabbing the lube again andpassing it hand to hand, as if testing the weight.
“I love it, umm. When youget close and you kind of… forget, I guess, how loud you’re being. I mean, Iloved the sound of your voice from basically the first word you said to me,” heexplained, climbing onto the bed and settling himself between my legs, alreadyparted and drawn up for him.
I was eager for this. Themore I thought about it, the more I couldn’t wait to feel Quinn insideme, both of our bodies joined and moving as one. The simple, ultimate intimacyof physicallybeing together.
Quinn poured a heavy bead oflube onto his fingers, spreading it between them and taking stock of thetexture, his tongue held between his teeth in concentration. Anticipationfizzled in the pit of my stomach, a drop of precome spilling onto my skin as Iwatched.
“Let me know if I hurt you,”he said, shuffling forward, bracing himself with his clean hand against mythigh.
“You won’t.”
He smiled a tiny, shy smilethat made me fall in love with him all over again.
I got the feeling I’d be doing thata lot.
“I won’t,” he promised. “Buttell me if Ido. Don’t just put up with it like you put up with my cupsof tea.”
Whatever I was about to sayin response turned into a gasp as Quinn’s gentle fingers traileddown the soft skin of my inner thigh. I stretched out, breathing deep to relax,focusing on the easy glide of his fingers.
Ithadbeen a longtime. I tensed at the first touch of Quinn’s fingers, stomachclenching with sudden nerves.
Deep breaths.
“Easy,” Quinn murmured. “Iknow it’s hard if it’s been a while.”
