Page 60 of Waiting For You

I pull my fingers out and push Quinn off of me. His mouth slides off my dick with an audible pop and then I’m pressing on his shoulders, forcing him onto his back.

He falls back without complaint and I crawl on top of him, grabbing the lube and smearing it across his uncut cock.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he murmurs as I place his straining dick right at my hole and sink down onto it.

I take it all in one long-drawn-out slide and Quinn’s entire body bows up off the mattress.

“Jesus, Greyson,” he groans as I lift up and slam down onto him again.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, this is even better with lube. He’s so big, so fucking long. I can feel him hitting my prostate each time.

His fingers curl into my thighs and my hands press against his chest, riding him slowly with a frantic kind of need that only comes from being celibate for far too long. I need this like I need air.

“You are such a cockslut,” he says as he bends his knees and fucks into me.

My head falls back and I just let him impale me. Yes, a cockslut.Hiscockslut.

“Yours,” I say loudly as our skin slaps together. “Yours.”

I am so lost, so fucking gone that I don’t even know what I’m saying. But I can see that Quinn sees it. His eyes widen with each of my downward thrusts, and his hands move to my hips as he guides me, forcing me to ride him like he wants. My thighs burn and my balls are drawn up against me, but I don’t stop. No, I just keep going until I feel my release welling up within me.

When Quinn reaches down and starts to pump my cock, I explode, my hole clenching around him repeatedly. Quinn lets out a low growl and releases inside of me, and I swear I can feel it, his cum marking my insides.

I want to remember this…want to remember the best sex of my life.

My shoulders slump forward and I fall onto him, pressing kisses to his lips. We kiss lazily, slowly, not a worry in the world. He’s still inside of me, plugging me, and I like it. I want to keep him inside of me for as long as I can.

“God, you are exquisite,” he says. “I want to sculpt you riding me.”

I press my nose to his cheek and inhale and exhale shakily. I’m not sure what to say because he’d sculpt me when we return home, and I don’t know if I can promise him that.

Can I?

His hands rub up my back, soothing me. I should answer him, tell him that yes, he can sculpt me, but I don’t. I can’t form the words.

“It’s okay,” he says softly, soothing me. “You don’t have to make any promises.”

God.

I press my face into his neck, loving the connection to him. We lay like that for a long-ass time, just being together, until I finally shift up and off of him.

“Let me clean you,” he says, moving toward the bathroom. He’s always so good about aftercare, unlike so many of the men I’ve been with.

After we’ve cleaned up, Quinn tucks me into him, using me as the little spoon, and it should be weird because I’m so much bigger, but it’s not. I fucking love it.

I love that my size does nothing to deter him from taking what he wants.

I feel the puff of his breath against my neck and the warmth of him surrounding me lulls me to sleep.

* * *

We spend the next day hiking and driving up to Whitefish Point to see the lighthouse. We hoofed it up to the highest point of that damn thing and looked over Lake Superior, Quinn’s arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me against him. I didn’t want to leave.

“There are so many shipwrecks submerged in this lake,” Quinn said.

“Three hundred and fifty,” I’d replied, as his lips brushed against the skin of my neck. His hands had snuck up my shirt, brushing across my stomach and causing butterflies to erupt within me. I love his hands on me.

When we were done, we wandered around a shipwreck museum and ate lunch in a small diner outside of town. That night we crawled into bed and spent hours fucking, his hands on me earlier the perfect kind of edging. I was ready for him, eager, tearing off my clothes and arching my ass up, begging for him. He took me hard over and over, the trailer squeaking and rocking as he slammed into me. It was punishing and rough and perfect.

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