Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Because he wanted to make this good for him so badly, he was actually nervous. Like this had changed from something as simple as sex into something so much more profound that Shane knew this was going to scare the hell out of him later. But now, now he just wanted Quinn.
“I love your body,” Quinn whispered. “It’s…I can’t think of the right word. One word anyway.” He still had ahold of Shane’s dick. “No, I know. Mouthwatering. You’re really fucking gorgeous, Shane.”
But he was the gorgeous one and Shane knew he didn’t feel that way about himself at all. He tugged Quinn’s hand off his cock and ignored the pull in his thigh as he jerked him close and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him so close he could feel the man’s heart beating against his chest. “You take my breath away,” he said as he dragged his fingers down Quinn’s back. “I want inside you so badly.”
Quinn grabbed the lube and came up on his knees, still straddling Shane. He poured lube on Shane’s fingers and guided his hand under him. The move was so fucking erotic, Shane held his breath as he touched him. He circled his fingers over puckered skin, spreading the lube and learning how he felt and when he pushed a finger inside, he went slowly, not once taking his gaze off Quinn’s face. Shane loved the glasses but Quinn was pretty without them—actually pretty. His eyes were a bright, bright blue, his chin square, his lips lush. And when he really smiled, one dimple popped in his cheek.
But right now, he wasn’t smiling. His lips were parted, his eyes half-closed and he stared at Shane and panted.
“Okay?” Shane breathed, then kissed his chin.
“More than,” he growled back, then gasped when Shane put two fingers in him and pushed them deeper. This time, his eyes widened and Shane knew what he was feeling, remembered that first uncomfortable feeling. He slowed his movements until he was still inside him, letting him get used to the intrusion.
The lube made everything slick. He was hot and silky inside. He clenched around Shane’s fingers and this time, Shane groaned because he wanted in there with his cock. Now. But he knew he had to take this slowly, knew that Quinn’s experiences with this sort of sex hadn’t been great. Not everyone enjoyed taking a cock in this way, and Shane had been with a lot of men who preferred hands and mouths. One guy had only liked to frot. That was it—not even kiss. Shane had not gone for a repeat with him. He loved frotting, but he also loved kissing and going without that would never work for him.
But he had a feeling with Quinn. A big one. Something told him that if Quinn relaxed enough and they took their time, this would be something the man would enjoy.
Plus, he wanted to rock his fucking world. Even if they had to take things slow this time. He had to anyway with his damn thigh.
Quinn began moving up and down on his fingers.
“Is it getting better?”
“It wasn’t bad. Just different.” He slid up and down again and this time, he gasped. “I like it, though. Starting to like it more. Oh, God. A lot more.” He came down a little harder.
Fuck, he was hot and the faint surprise and honesty in his tone was scorching. Shane pulled his fingers almost out, then pushed them back in and crooked them and Quinn just…came apart.
“Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck. Do that again!”
He did and he couldn’t take his eyes off Quinn as he began to fuck himself on his fingers again. Then Quinn came down to kiss him, devouring his mouth, getting more and more worked up until Shane felt like he might die if he didn’t get inside him. “Can you take another finger?”
“No, I want you. Fuck, I want you so much. Now.” He lifted up until Shane’s fingers came out of him and speared his hands into Shane’s hair and scooched forward. “Now!”
Demanding Quinn blew his fucking mind; Shane grasped his dick and aimed it at Quinn’s entrance as he closed his eyes and counted to try and calm himself down. But Quinn had other ideas as he pushed down on him. He grasped his hips to try and direct him some more, but he was so damn turned on, he could hardly focus. Quinn was gasping and cursing, and Shane stared up at his face to make sure the cursing was the good kind. Fuck, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the man or make him hate sex for life. He didn’t think he had a magic dick or anything like that, but they had insane chemistry and he’d hoped with time and care, he could make it good for him.