Liam Davis & The Raven (Love Inscribed 1)

“So you do have a pathetic crush on me.”

His mouth closed on mine, and with a quick spin of my body, Quinn pinned me to the doorframe, one hand cupping the back of my head, cushioning it from the wood.

Our breathing quickened. Warm, delicate puffs escaped between the meshing of soft lips and nipping teeth, and each time his tongue touched mine, my blood seemed to sing and I shivered. My cock ached like it never had without my hand on it.

A rasp of Quinn’s stubble moved from my cheek down the side of my neck as he tasted the skin below my ear. His tongue flicked, and the air quickly cooled the spot. I threaded my fingers in his hair, slightly stiffened at the tips with product. I squeezed, pushing him and his lips toward that spot again.

This time he moaned as he tasted me and sucked hard until it stung. I let out something between a groan and a pant.

“Touch me,” I said, cocking my hips and thrusting my crotch against his. The bulge of his hard cock had mine pulsing.

My hands trailed over his shoulders to his chest and I squeezed his nipples. “I need your hands down my pants now.”

“Fuck that’s so hot.” Quinn stole my lips once more and his fingertips worked the buttons of my fly, his knuckles brushing over my length in a way that had me clutching at his back for him to hurry.

He chuckled and spoke in my ear as his slightly cool fingertips darted into the waistband of my boxer-briefs and drew an agonizing line from one side of my hips to the other, crossing over the head of my cock to finish.

“I want you to remember this.”

I thrust toward him again. “I have a good memory. I doubt I’ll be forgetting any time soon. Grab me. Jerk me.”

His groan rumbled at my ear, and his stubble came hard and rough against my neck as he drew his chin from my ear to my shoulder. He had to know it felt good. Had to know how much it made me want to spill in my pants.

His hand fished into my briefs and took hold of me firmly, just like I wanted him to. He pumped slowly, the throbs tightening my whole body. I rested my forehead against his smooth, slightly freckled shoulder. “Yes, like that.”

The light from his room made a silhouette of Quinn’s stiff cock tenting his sweatpants. “I want to touch you too,” I said, my breath hitching as Quinn circled my pre-cum around the head of my cock with his thumb.

A hummed “yeah” brushed through my hair.

“Tell me what to do. I haven’t touched a man before.”

He didn’t lift his hand off me, but slowed his movements as he shifted, taking my hand and pressing it against the taut material and his even tauter cock. “Touch me like you do to yourself, in the shower.”

He squeezed me and along with the pleasure, I took the encouragement, peeling back his sweatpants and underwear until Quinn’s cock sprang free. I closed my hand around it. Thicker than mine, though not quite as long. Warm, with such silky skin at his head. I jerked him to the rhythm he was working me, getting used to the new, hard weight.

I circled his pre-cum and flicked my fingertip lightly over the slit at the top, where it was most sensitive on me. He twitched and groaned, lips seeking mine and jamming them into an ardent kiss.

Our hands worked faster, thumbs banging against each other in our greed.

What would Quinn’s velvet length feel like rubbing hard against mine? “I want our cocks together,” I said. “Fuck me.”

Quinn let go of me and pried my hand from him too. He widened his legs and leaned forward, taking both our lengths in his large hand.

I whimpered at the electrical currents that zapped through me at that touch, at the deep stare Quinn gave me. He pumped a few more times, my climax building rapidly. And then his head fell back, lips parted in a moan—

I stiffened, my release coming to a sudden, urgent end. Quinn jerked us twice more and braced with me as spurts of our hot come shot over his chest and abdomen, mingling and dribbling a crooked path over his skin.

Quinn slowly released our cocks, tucking mine away and then his own as he caught his breath.

I pushed away from the doorframe, my back definitely feeling the effects of the hard wood. Tentatively, I fingered our come on Quinn’s chest. “That clears some things up. I must be gay.”

Laughing gently, he fell back a few steps into his room. He picked up a T-shirt off the floor and wiped himself with it. He looked up at me with a slightly raised brow and a quirked lip. It almost came off as a leer. “If you need to prove it again, you know where my bedroom is.”