Page 91 of Quinton's Quest

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,beforehim. 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.

Chapter Twenty-One

Quinton

We survived the week. I switched to night shift, and I didn’t see Leo again—but he made it through to Friday.