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)
“I like you babbling nonsense.”
Shane nuzzled Quinn’s neck and bit down as he thrust a little harder inside him. “Be there again in a sec.” He groaned and pulled out a little only to push back in a long, solid thrust that put him all the way inside Quinn. It burned but Quinn knew what was coming as his heart raced in anticipation. He loved the absolute carnal nature of the man moving inside him and when Shane thrust in deep again, this time the noise that escaped Shane made Quinn writhe harder because it was the sound of a man losing his mind.
“You good?” Shane rasped into Quinn’s ear before biting it. “Fuck, please be good, cuz I gotta move.”
“Yes,” Quinn breathed. “Move!”
That must have been all he needed, because Shane let himself loose on Quinn and the results were plunges of raw, unadulterated passion as he surged inside him. Over and over. The pain of entry abated and the pleasure that swept through Quinn made him yell and push back up into Shane.
He dropped his weight onto Quinn’s back as he moved inside him. The sweat building between them made their skin slick and hot, and Quinn curled his hands into harder fists in the covers. He moaned long and hard, and Shane stretched up one arm until his hand was on Quinn’s. He threaded his fingers with Quinn’s and held on tight as he thrust into his body. In this position, he was nailing Quinn’s prostate over and over. Quinn thrashed and tightened his fingers on Shane’s.
“Can’t…believe…how much…I love…this,” Quinn panted, turning his head, seeking Shane’s mouth. “Fuck. Love you.”
Shane’s mouth slid wetly onto his and he had no idea who moaned as their tongues met. He spread his legs more and this time, he knew it was Shane rumbling into his mouth as his body picked up speed. They moved together, bodies flushed and slick, Shane keeping up a pounding rhythm and Quinn unable to do more than lie there and take it, his dick rubbing against the bedspread. When Shane pulled his face away and his brown eyes suddenly met Quinn’s, the absolute awe and love and raw lust mixed up in his expression sent Quinn over the edge.
Every muscle in his body went taut as he sucked in as much air as he could before the pleasure drew up in his balls and body, building and building and building until he could no longer keep his eyes open. It broke free in a scream and a rush of white-hot release as he spilled onto the bed, his body still moving with Shane’s.
All he heard then was a growl as Shane reared back, grabbed him by the hips and thrust into him two, three, four more times—his movements ragged and without rhythm—before he went still, fingers digging into Quinn’s skin as he shuddered and moaned and found his own release.
Quinn wished they didn’t have to use condoms right then because he wanted to know what it felt like to have Shane come inside his body. He moaned a little at the thought, clamping down on Shane, who gasped and gripped him hard. He had to be sensitive, but he pushed in and out a little more before he pulled all the way out and bent to rest his face on Quinn’s back. “Stay right here,” he panted against his skin. “Don’t move.”
“Okay,” Quinn murmured, eyes closed. “Like I could anyway.”
Low chuckles sounded behind him and there were other noises—probably Shane getting rid of the condom. He then heard him pad out of the room, murmur soothing nonsense to his cat in the kitchen before he came back. “There’s water on the nightstand,” he said, though he must not have planned to let Quinn have it because he stretched out on top of him again and buried his face in the side of Quinn’s neck. Soft kisses made him smile and stretch a bit to give the man plenty of access.
“You do realize you came without either of us even touching your cock?” Shane murmured into his skin.
“I did.”
“So.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Hot.” One long press of his lips to Quinn’s neck. “You were made for sex, Quinn.”
“If I wasn’t before, I certainly am now.” He laughed softly.
Shane made an annoyed grunting noise and bit down before he soothed the spot with his tongue. “Just for me.”
“Yeah, Shane,” he said softly. “Just for you.” That wouldn’t be a problem because no matter what Shane said, Quinn knew it was this good because it was the two of them. Together, they made fucking magic. “Are you saying you want to be monogamous?”
“I thought I made that clear.” Shane rolled off him and adjusted Quinn’s body until they faced each other on their sides while avoiding the wet spot in the bed. He slid one arm under his pillow and the other he left on Quinn’s ribs. He stroked his thumb over his skin. “Monogamous, together—a couple, you and me.”