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Authors: Cindy Sutherland
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sensations they felt.
“Gonna come for me, Quinn? Just like this?” Cian ground down a little harder, adding a little more friction. He could feel Quinn’s body start to tighten and knew he was close.
“You feel so fucking good under me, love, squirming and begging for me.” He leaned down to breathe hot into Quinn’s ear, nipping on an earlobe as he did. “Come on, beautiful, come for me.”
The words had the desired effect. Quinn keened high and loud, and then his whole body just stopped for a second, arching up against Cian perfectly as pulse after pulse of heat flowed between them. When Quinn’s body relaxed, the extra wetness slicked the way for Cian as he slid his overheated cock through the mess, and his orgasm overtook him a couple of thrusts later.
Cian collapsed, half on Quinn, half on the bed, both of them trying to catch their breath. He rested his hand over Quinn’s heart, enjoying feeling his pulse slow down to a normal beat, a little gratified with how long it took. He lifted himself up to rest his head in his hand and looked down at the man under him. “You okay?” Cian hoped it wasn’t all too fast for Quinn.
Quinn turned his head toward Cian, a sated, sleepy smile on his face. “Hmm, I’m perfect.” He reached up and traced gently over Cian’s lips, then over his cheekbones, then ran his hand through the curled-up dark hair, damp with sweat. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Cian remembered wondering that last night.
“For showing me how it should be… for taking care of me.” He gave a little shrug. “For not jumping out of bed?”
Cian just smiled down at him before he reached for the closest item of clothing and used it to clean Quinn off as best he could before taking care of himself. He dropped what turned out to be Quinn’s T-shirt back on the floor and gathered him into his arms.
Quinn snuggled in, tucking his head under Cian’s chin, their legs tangled together. Cian reached down and grabbed the blanket they’d kicked out of the way and covered them both.
“Taking care of you is easy. You’re so responsive to the simplest touch, so open, so willing to just let go.” He ran his fingers through Quinn’s silky blond hair, loving how he leaned in to the touch, a little growl in his throat, almost like a purr. “Your ex was an idiot, love. He had no idea how amazing you are.”
Quinn pulled back a little to look at him, and Cian couldn’t help pressing a kiss to Quinn’s forehead. “But I’m kind of glad he was so stupid.” He chuckled at the baffled look on Quinn’s face and pulled him close again. “If he wasn’t so stupid, you would never have come here—at least, not alone—and I wouldn’t have met you.”
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Cian. You’re so honest and so easy to talk to and trust.” Quinn’s speech was starting to slur sleepily.
“Let’s catch a few more hours of shut-eye, yeah? Then we can go and explore to your heart’s content.” Cian was finding it hard to stay awake himself. “M’kay.” Quinn sighed quietly before speaking again. “You gotta feed me later, though. I’m gonna be hungry.”
Cian laughed quietly. “Of course, darlin’. Whatever you want.”
“Hmm, now? I want sleep. Later… I want you.” He slid his arm across Cian’s chest, hung on like he never wanted to let go, and slipped off to sleep before Cian could answer. It didn’t matter anyway. Cian was in complete agreement… with everything.
Chapter 7
C
IAN woke up an hour later and found himself spooned around Quinn again. He chuckled a little. This was getting to be a habit, one he could get used to.
He slid out of bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping blond. He smiled down at him fondly for a moment, gently brushing the hair out his eyes, his heart stuttering a little when Quinn simply leaned in to the touch but continued sleeping.
Cian quietly grabbed a clean pair of boxers and padded to the shower naked. He wanted to wake Quinn
“Gonna come for me, Quinn? Just like this?” Cian ground down a little harder, adding a little more friction. He could feel Quinn’s body start to tighten and knew he was close.
“You feel so fucking good under me, love, squirming and begging for me.” He leaned down to breathe hot into Quinn’s ear, nipping on an earlobe as he did. “Come on, beautiful, come for me.”
The words had the desired effect. Quinn keened high and loud, and then his whole body just stopped for a second, arching up against Cian perfectly as pulse after pulse of heat flowed between them. When Quinn’s body relaxed, the extra wetness slicked the way for Cian as he slid his overheated cock through the mess, and his orgasm overtook him a couple of thrusts later.
Cian collapsed, half on Quinn, half on the bed, both of them trying to catch their breath. He rested his hand over Quinn’s heart, enjoying feeling his pulse slow down to a normal beat, a little gratified with how long it took. He lifted himself up to rest his head in his hand and looked down at the man under him. “You okay?” Cian hoped it wasn’t all too fast for Quinn.
Quinn turned his head toward Cian, a sated, sleepy smile on his face. “Hmm, I’m perfect.” He reached up and traced gently over Cian’s lips, then over his cheekbones, then ran his hand through the curled-up dark hair, damp with sweat. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Cian remembered wondering that last night.
“For showing me how it should be… for taking care of me.” He gave a little shrug. “For not jumping out of bed?”
Cian just smiled down at him before he reached for the closest item of clothing and used it to clean Quinn off as best he could before taking care of himself. He dropped what turned out to be Quinn’s T-shirt back on the floor and gathered him into his arms.
Quinn snuggled in, tucking his head under Cian’s chin, their legs tangled together. Cian reached down and grabbed the blanket they’d kicked out of the way and covered them both.
“Taking care of you is easy. You’re so responsive to the simplest touch, so open, so willing to just let go.” He ran his fingers through Quinn’s silky blond hair, loving how he leaned in to the touch, a little growl in his throat, almost like a purr. “Your ex was an idiot, love. He had no idea how amazing you are.”
Quinn pulled back a little to look at him, and Cian couldn’t help pressing a kiss to Quinn’s forehead. “But I’m kind of glad he was so stupid.” He chuckled at the baffled look on Quinn’s face and pulled him close again. “If he wasn’t so stupid, you would never have come here—at least, not alone—and I wouldn’t have met you.”
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Cian. You’re so honest and so easy to talk to and trust.” Quinn’s speech was starting to slur sleepily.
“Let’s catch a few more hours of shut-eye, yeah? Then we can go and explore to your heart’s content.” Cian was finding it hard to stay awake himself. “M’kay.” Quinn sighed quietly before speaking again. “You gotta feed me later, though. I’m gonna be hungry.”
Cian laughed quietly. “Of course, darlin’. Whatever you want.”
“Hmm, now? I want sleep. Later… I want you.” He slid his arm across Cian’s chest, hung on like he never wanted to let go, and slipped off to sleep before Cian could answer. It didn’t matter anyway. Cian was in complete agreement… with everything.
Chapter 7
C
IAN woke up an hour later and found himself spooned around Quinn again. He chuckled a little. This was getting to be a habit, one he could get used to.
He slid out of bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping blond. He smiled down at him fondly for a moment, gently brushing the hair out his eyes, his heart stuttering a little when Quinn simply leaned in to the touch but continued sleeping.
Cian quietly grabbed a clean pair of boxers and padded to the shower naked. He wanted to wake Quinn
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