Page 79 of Quinton's Quest

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 hotelrendezvous 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 wassonot 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.