Liam Davis & The Raven (Love Inscribed 1)

“More, Quinn. Turn me over and put your cock in there.”

Quinn groaned and drew back onto his haunches, reaching to his side drawers and pulling out lube and a condom. “Are you sure, Liam? I mean, I really want to, but I don’t have to. There are a thousand other ways we can get off.”

I stroked my cock. “I don’t say things unless I’m sure about them. And I’m sure I want you behind me. In me.”

His cock twitched and his gaze grew hooded. He touched warm fingers to my side and I rolled over onto my stomach, stretching my arms out on either side of me, palms open against the sheets.

“All right,” he said, uncapping the lube and dribbling the cold liquid in a line down my ass. “You can change your mind any time, and if you don’t like something—”

“I’ll tell you.”

Quinn chuckled. “Yeah, I know you will.”

His hand came down at my shoulder and squeezed, and then he massaged his way over my back to the base. A light kiss hit between my shoulder blades as his finger drew over the lube, running over my entrance to the base of my balls.

I arched my ass up toward him and, on his path back up, Quinn dipped his lubed finger right where I wanted it. He was thorough with preparing me, which I appreciated on a logical level, but which teased me almost to the point of yelling at him to hurry up and slide in already.

Perhaps he guessed my thoughts, because he chuckled lightly and finally lowered his length over me. He nuzzled my neck as he firmly rolled his fingers down my arms and linked our hands. He squeezed them as he rubbed his cock between my cheeks. The condom was on, but the lube was plentiful and he glided back and forth as he breathed heavily in my ear. “You feel so good.”

An electric, beaded shiver had me thrusting harder against the sheets and urging my ass back so he would take me.

“Okay, Liam,” he said, and shifted, one hand coming off mine as he gently angled my ass and aligned the tip of his cock at my entrance. He pushed in, his head popping inside, stretching me. I drew in a breath and clenched my fingers tighter around his hand.

“Keep going.”

He pushed in carefully, filling me with his thick length as he fed me encouraging little strokes with his thumb.

It stung a bit, but I’d had no illusions it wouldn’t. He gave me a moment to adjust to the full feeling and then drew back a short way and thrust slowly, gradually increasing the length and speed of his thrusts.

At first, most of the pleasure came from the thought that Quinn was deeply seated in me, that we were so close. I derived pleasure from the trust and from hearing how much it undid Quinn; the way he groaned and panted, the light nips on my ear when he held himself still for a moment, trying not to spill too early.

My body accepted and anticipated the rhythm, trying to arch back and thrust into the sheets at the perfect moment. My cock grew hard again and with even more zeal and impatience than before. Quinn shifted our positions slightly so we lay more on our sides. My feet pressed against his for leverage, and he gripped my cock and stroked it in time to his thrusts.

His mouth opened on my shoulder and bit down gently and suddenly I needed Quinn to move faster, harder—

He moved as if he read my thoughts, and then he rolled his hips, and a burst of sensation had me whimpering against my arm. “That. Again.”

He rocked against the spot again.

“Keep doing that,” I panted, pushing a hand against the bed to increase the friction as I pitched faster on him.

“Oh, fuck. Liam!”

His hand jerked me faster, and he nipped again at my shoulder all the way up to my neck, where his body tensed and froze around me. His cock pumped with his orgasm, and the combination of mental and physical pleasure of it sent my climax hurtling out in five powerful ropes, splashing over my chest.

Our rapid breaths slowly calmed, and Quinn drew his arm tight around me for a moment until his cock slipped out and he rolled back to take care of the condom.

A kiss met the back of my head, and air stirred as Quinn got up and left the room. He came back a minute later with a warm washcloth.

“How are you doing?” he asked, and wiped my chest clean.

I flexed my ass. “Tender, but I’m thankful for it.”

He laughed, and strategically folded the washcloth and placed it on his bedside table. The bed dipped and bowed as Quinn lay down again and folded the blankets around us from the sides. “I’m thankful for you too.”