Chapter 20 #2
“I’m not one of them.” Yeah, Gideon and I tried other positions.
Some were great. Some hadn’t been. In the end, face-to-face had always been our preference.
I wanted to see everything. And, he hid nothing.
Including the pain he’d been in because of his back injury the last few times we’d tried sex. Those memories intensified my guilt.
“Leo?”
“Face-to-face with you prepping me.” I didn’t look at the clock radio because I didn’t want to know.
I’d cope with the surgery. During my early years, running on adrenaline was a point of pride.
I didn’t feel that way any more. But I’d still get through tomorrow okay.
Slowly I extricated myself from Quinton and rolled onto my back.
He placed a pillow under my head. Then he pressed a light kiss to my lips.
We don’t kiss enough. We’re always so busy fucking. Which hadn’t bothered me until now. We had itches we were scratching. I snagged his hand before he could pull away. “Could I…?” I pressed my fingers to my lips, asking for a kiss.
He offered me one of his soul-shattering smiles.
“Yeah, I can do that.” He hovered over me and slowly moved in for a kiss.
With a gentleness that damn nearly shattered me, he kissed me.
Feather-light. Just a touch. He ran his hand through my hair in just that way.
Then he ran that hand down my cheek, lower still until he pressed it to my sternum.
Still, we continued to kiss.
He pressed against my chest. I manscped, so my chest was free of hair. His fingers left tingles in my skin as his hand skittered lower still.
I grasped his hand before he could snag my cock. “Not yet. I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.”
His grin was quick and wicked. “So make room for me.”
As he retrieved the lube and a condom, I opened my thighs for him. The supplies had come out of the filing cabinet last night when I got home from dropping the kids off. Optimism. That Quinton would make an appearance before next weekend.
A gamble worth taking.
He rolled the condom onto his length. “One day…maybe…” He gestured between the two of us.
I cocked my head. “Bareback?”
He nodded.
“That would mean exclusivity.”
“For both of us.” He held my gaze. “I’m game if you are.” He uncapped the lube and poured some on his fingers. “I’ve been tested recently and only been with you. I’m happy to get tested again. But it’s a big step—”
“You didn’t ask me about being tested.”
He grinned. “You said you’ve only been with two men and one’s me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, yeah.”
“Now, I can’t be certain, but I suspect you had a physical before coming to work at the hospital.”
“I did.” I nodded. “Yes, everything came back negative.”
“So I get tested this week and we have the discussion later. For now—” He knelt between my thighs and circled his fingers around my hole.
I grasped my cock and balls and shifted them out of the way.
Quinton held my gaze as he sank one finger into me.
Holding that intense stare proved challenging.
I wasn’t a virgin at this—obviously—but I still felt an odd stirring within me.
Not pain. Not pleasure. Just a sense this was the first time I was doing this with him.
That… What? Feels right? Feels wrong? Confuses me?
I struggled with the right words. When I couldn’t find them, I simply nodded.
He added a second finger.
I adjusted to the foreign sensation within me.
He scissored his fingers as he tried to open me up. Then he twisted his wrist and brushed my prostate.
Oh yeah. I remember now. Why this can feel good. A drop of precum leaked from my cock.
He lapped it up. “Yum.”
Despite myself, I smiled. “You do love the taste of my cum.”
“Favorite flavor in the world. I can never get enough of it.” He winked. Then he tapped my prostate again.
Pleasure surged through me. I’d forgotten.
Somehow, I’d forgotten. “Need you, Quinton. Now, rather than later.” I wasn’t even embarrassed at the pleading tone in my voice.
I knew I needed him in a way that had nothing to do with physical release.
Because I was sort of falling for the guy.
This wasn’t like it had been with Gideon—the gradual realization dawning on two teenagers that their best friend was also their soulmate.
Nope. Quinton Li barged his way into my life and took no prisoners. He expected complete capitulation.
Once he’d forgiven me for being a jackass, of course.
He withdrew his fingers, slathered lube on his cock, then positioned himself at my entrance.
I shifted my thighs farther apart.
He grinned. “You’re going to enjoy this.”
I grinned back. “Counting on it.”
After a moment, he pressed inside me.
The burn, I expected. Even the flash of pain as his crown breached me. Years flashed before me as I remembered the last time I’d done this. Before we’d brought the kids home. Okay, wow. Just remember to breathe—
“Hang tight, Leo.” Quinton clenched his jaw.
I pressed my thumb to his frown line.
His face brightened into a smile as he slowly worked his way inside me. “God, Leo, you’re so freaking tight.”
“I know.” Which I might’ve said through gritted teeth.
He pushed in, withdrew a bit, pushed in farther, and did it all again. Slowly, but surely, he was finding his way to me. “You feel so good.”
“Glad to hear it.” I smiled.
He laughed. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I’ll own that.”
“Worst part is over.” He’d seated himself and was definitely stretching me.
“Make me yours, okay? Just…” I blinked.
He bent to press a kiss to my lips. “Yeah, I can do that.” And he did. Withdrawing almost to the tip, then thrusting into me. Gentle, for the first few times. Then with more and more force. Not hurting—but not gentle either. “Grab your cock, Leo. For once, you’re coming before me.”
Ah, the unspoken game we played—who could make the other come first. I usually had the advantage because, as I was fucking him, I could do all kinds of clever things to his cock.
Tonight? I wasn’t in the mood for competition. This wasn’t even about the orgasm. This was about connecting in a way we hadn’t before. I grasped my cock and tugged.
“Yeah, just like that.” Quinton’s dark-brown irises were nearly eclipsed by his pupils. “You can do it.”
I can. I know how to do this. I’ll be right there with him. Or, hell, if he got his way, before him. I tugged, twisted, and ran my finger over my sensitive slit.
Still, he continued his thrusts into me. Driving me higher and higher.
I met him at every turn, bringing myself closer to climax. The scent of sex permeated the air as we chased a climax worthy of our efforts.
In the end, I went over first. My balls drew up, I stiffened, and then I tumbled into the abyss of pleasure that rocketed through me. Cum spurted out of my cock as I nursed myself through a mind-numbing orgasm.
“Thank fuck.” Quinton thrust in twice more, then held himself steady.
The world stopped in the moment our gazes held.
Then he collapsed onto me.
I wrapped my arms around him. I held him close as I twined my legs through his. I ensured not a breath of air could pass between us.
And then I wept.