Chapter 18 #2
“Nope. You’re goddamn even better looking. I was a little busy back in the hotel room—I wanted you too much to spend much time cataloguing your appearance. Hot? Check. Nice-size cock? Double check. Knows what to do with it? Yeah, that was all that really mattered.”
“Oh.” Again with the inarticulate statement.
“Now I get to look my fill.”
My cock strained. I grasped it and held it at the base.
Quinton chuckled. “Don’t worry—I won’t make you wait long.” He sauntered over. “Am I prepping myself?” He snagged the lube from the nightstand.
“Are we in a rush?”
“I texted Mama that I was visiting a friend and might be home late. Or not at all.”
“Leaving your options open?”
“Something like that.”
I squeezed my shaft again. “I’ll prep you. On the bed. On your back. I want to be looking in your eyes when you come.”
He attempted a careless shrug. Or what I perceived to be as one. But his dark-brown eyes stayed laser-focused on me as he hopped into bed.
While I pulled down the covers, he positioned himself in the center of the mattress with a pillow behind his head. He stroked himself leisurely—as if he had all the time in the world.
My mouth watered. I crawled onto the bed and, when his thighs opened, I positioned myself between them. I snagged the lube and poured some on my fingers.
He grinned. Then grabbed his cock and balls and pulled them up.
Leaving the most exquisite sight for me. I slowly drew my fingers around his hole.
A chuckle escaped him. “I know you can do better than that.”
“I can.” I held his gaze as I slipped one finger inside.
“You know, I thought it would be all passion and ripping each other’s clothes off and shit. None of this taking time as if we aren’t in a hurry.”
“Are we?”
He cocked his head.
“In a hurry?” I eased a second finger inside him.
“I suppose not. I just—” He flailed his hand about. “I thought this was going to be hate sex or something.”
That had me pausing. “Do you hate me?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to fuck you because you’re angry at me? Or because I’m angry at you?”
He pulled his lower lip through his teeth. “Well, no.”
I scissored my fingers as I attempted to open him. Cracking the nut that was Quinton Li was proving more challenging than even I thought it might be.
When I brushed over his prostate, he moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it.”
I grinned. “Sometimes things are really just that simple.”
“A man and his prostate. Works for me.”
A drop of precum leaked, and I bent so I could lap it up. “Yummy.”
He laughed. “Okay.” He held my gaze. “But I still want more.”
So do I—but I don’t know how to ask for it. Because I didn’t know if I wanted another night, another week, or—God forbid—something more permanent. An hour ago, he’d been tearing me a new one. Now he was at my mercy. In my bed.
With great care, I withdrew my fingers.
He sat up, snagged the condom, opened the wrapper, and rolled it on me. He winked. “To save us time.”
I’d been so clumsy back in the hotel room. How could I do open heart surgery and yet be inept with condoms?
Maybe because you’d never used one before?
Well, that was true.
The latex was tight against my skin, but Quinton’s simple touch had me nearly coming undone on the spot.
He scooted back into position. His cock curved upward toward his belly, and he grasped his balls. Finally, he met my gaze. “I’m all yours.”
Yes. Mine. For however long. We hadn’t discussed exclusivity. Hell, I’d just admitted I hadn’t been with anyone since the hotel rendezvous and he hadn’t reciprocated. Still, as I positioned myself over him, I couldn’t find it in me to care. He was here now. That was all that mattered.
Our gazes locked.
I pressed my head inside him.
He grinned.
The squeezing sensation overwhelmed me as I kept pushing forward.
“I can take all of you, big boy.”
“God, Quinton, you sound like a porno.”
He ached an eyebrow. “You watch porn?”
Sweat broke out across my brow as I pulled back, then pushed forward again.
He grunted.
“What…? Oh, no. I just…that’s what I assume some guy in a porn flick would say.” Certainly Gideon and I had never said anything like that to each other.
“We need to expand your repertoire.” He grunted as I pushed in farther. “Again, Leo, I’m not breakable.”
Maybe not—completely unintentionally, I could hurt you.
And you could also hurt me.
Not in the physical sense, of course. No…he could fucking break my heart. A thought that had me tripping over myself because my heart was so not involved. Nope. Just my cock. This was the physical release he promised.
“Leo?” A questioning tone.
I blinked. “Sorry. Lost focus.”
He squeezed around me. “I bet I could help you get it back. Just do it, okay? I can take it.”
Of that, I had little doubt. “Okay.” I continued to ease my way in. Back and forth until I was fully seated.
He pressed his thumb to my forehead and wiped the sweat. “Like before, okay?”
I grunted. Then I withdrew almost to the tip and thrust back in.
This time, he grunted. “Yeah, just like that.”
And on it went. I pulled back, then plunged forward.
He met me. He gave back as good as he got. He gripped my sweat-slicked back to pull me even closer. He pushed me higher and higher even as I willed him to climax first.
Our labored breaths filled the room as the scent of sweat and sex permeated. I wanted so badly to just crawl under his skin and bring our bodies together in a way even more intimate than what we were doing. The need to conquer warred with the need to comfort.
In a moment of lucidity, I grasped his cock and started to tug to the same rhythm I set. Demanding. Punishing. Like nothing I could ever remember commanding before. I needed him to come like I needed my next gulp of oxygen.
“I’m coming, Leo. Oh, yeah—” His words died as he spurted cum all over my hand. It landed on my stomach, his abs, and just about everywhere else.
Thank fuck. My balls drew up and, moments later, I came inside him.
Hard.
I soared above myself as my climax slammed into me.
I tried to grasp the fleeting sense of euphoria even as the joy started ebbing away.
Wait! Come back! I need more! I’d never felt this way—but I wanted to hold on to the pleasure forever.
Almost like I didn’t know if I’d ever have another bout of torrid lovemaking like this one.
Hell, I might never be this happy again.
Happiness tinged with regret.
He’s here because he’s ‘taking one for the team’. Not because he wants to be. He’s doing this to get you into a better frame of mind. That left a sour taste in my mouth, even as I collapsed on top of him—my arms finally giving way.
In that moment though, as he wrapped his thighs around mine and hooked his ankles around my knees, all I could think was I’d found heaven.