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He nodded and slid his hand to my lower back. As I eased into him, his lips parted. I then captured them in a kiss and pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscles at his opening. It was hard to describe the euphoric sensation of sliding into a warm body. I couldn’t hold back the soft groan that escaped my lips.
“Don’t come yet, you dork,” Quinn said, the edge of his mouth hitching upward.
“I’m not.” I stilled inside him, letting my body calm. “I can hold off all night.”
“The Fleshlight determined that was a lie.”
I laughed, which then made both of us groan and forget about our little banter session. Quinn slid his fingers through my hair and pulled my face to his. We kissed as I pushed farther inside him.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He nodded and slammed his mouth back to mine. Soon, his body stopped fighting me and pulled me more into him. Each glide after that was easier. This wasn’t just sex. The soul-deep connection I felt to Quinn went beyond lust. It was like our hearts were connected. The thought made me falter a little in rhythm.
He meant so much to me.
I slowly thrust in and out of him, breathing in his soft sighs and relishing the groans he tried to hold back but couldn’t. He pressed his face to my neck and whimpered as I angled my hips, hitting his prostate with every thrust. My heart slammed against my rib cage, both from the exertion of making love to Quinn and also the revelation of how deep my love for him actually went.
When he came, I captured his moans with another kiss.
“Monty.” He groaned against my lips as his cock pulsed between us and shot his release.
I was close too. I quickened my thrusts, and the head of my cock became even more sensitive like it did when my orgasm hit. Another thrust or two, and I’d be right there with him.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned into his neck as I spent inside him, my hips bucking forward.
He wrapped his arms around me, smiling against my skin. “I love how vocal you are when you come.”
A hoarse chuckle left me. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
My cock slipped from his ass, and I rolled to my side, pulling him with me. He came willingly, pecking kisses along my collarbone and smoothing his hands up my abdomen. We lay in each other’s arms, our heavy breaths the only sound in the room.
“I never knew it could be like this,” Quinn said, brushing his fingers through the top of my hair.
“Yeah, bottoming is awesome.”
He snorted. “No, not bottoming. Relationships. I avoided them for so long, not wanting to let someone that close to me. Then you come along with your goofy smile, washboard abs, and heart of gold and make me fall in love with you.”
“I’m such a horrible person, I know.” I cracked a smile.
“Not anymore,” he said in a serious tone, pulling back to look into my eyes. “You might’ve been an asshole in school, but you aren’t that guy anymore. I see that so clearly now. And I trust you.”
My love for him was a little overwhelming in that moment. My heart jumped up into my throat, and my eyes stung.
“I’m crazy about you, Specks.”
“I know,” he responded with a warm smile. “I’m crazy about you too. But I still don’t like you.”
I snatched hold of his chin and brought his lips to mine. He released a happy sigh and deepened the kiss.
I had never intended to fall head over heels in love with Quinn Beck, but it had been unstoppable.
Chapter Eighteen
Quinn
Chicken sizzled in the pan, and the heat wafting up from the stove made my glasses fog up. I stepped aside and wiped them on my shirt before putting them back on. Dad sat at the table, beer in hand, and watched me.
“Need any help?” he asked.
