"And how do you feel about me?" Spencer asked, slowly pulling down the zipper of his hoodie, revealing a smooth chest sprinkled with the most charming freckles. Quinn wanted to kiss each one.
"Take me to the bedroom and I'll show you."
Spencer took Quinn's hand and led him to his room. Once inside, he pulled Quinn over to the bed, waiting for him to sit before taking his crutch and leaning it against the wall. With a wicked smile, Spencer removed his hoodie. He straddled Quinn's lap and covered Quinn's mouth with his, their kiss as ardent and needy as the first time. Quinn was taken aback by his fierce desire for Spencer. They tugged and pulled at each other's clothes, undressing each other until the two of them lay naked on the bed with Spencer lying over Quinn.
Quinn arched his back, his breath coming out ragged as Spencer trailed kisses down his neck to his chest, his tongue licking one of Quinn's nipples. Quinn gasped and slipped his fingers into Spencer's wild hair. He allowed Spencer to lavish him with affection, loved the way Spencer circled his tongue and then sucked in one nipple before moving on to the other. All the while Spencer's hands continued to roam, tracing the contours of Quinn's body, making Quinn moan with pleasure at the sensual touches.
"You're amazing," Spencer said breathlessly, his hands caressing Quinn's chest.
"Not as amazing as you." Quinn put his finger to Spencer's lips, stopping the protest he was certain Spencer was ready to give. "You are."
Spencer leaned in and kissed him. It started out slow, but Quinn was greedy. He wanted to taste all of Spencer, wanted to feel himself inside that lithe body. They'd have plenty of time for exploration later. Right now Quinn was desperate. There was so much they still didn't know about each other, but Quinn wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about Spencer.
He cupped Spencer's face and gently pulled him away to look into his eyes. "I need you."
Spencer smiled down at him with that beautiful smile of his, the one that reached his green eyes. A thought seemed to have occurred to him. "When your family came, your mom whispered something to you. What did she say?"
Quinn felt his cheeks go hot. "She said I should keep you."
Spencer's smile widened. "You nodded after she said that."
"I did," Quinn confessed. "I told her I just might."
A wicked look came onto Spencer's face. "Might?" He reached into the nightstand and brought back lube and a condom. "Guess I'll have to convince you I've got more to offer than just my awesome cooking skills."
"Oh, I know you do." Quinn pulled Spencer down so he could kiss him. "But a little demonstration wouldn't hurt. Plus, you know, it's my birthday."
Spencer laughed. "Oh, it's like that, huh?"
He kissed Quinn, then shifted back before pouring lube into his hands. With one hand he took hold of Quinn's painful erection; with the other he prepped himself. Quinn was mesmerized by Spencer inserting his fingers into himself, his ass high in the air. He'd never seen anything more erotic. Spencer pumped Quinn's cock, his soft moans and pants getting Quinn so close to coming, he had to stop him.
Releasing Quinn, Spencer positioned himself. He was always careful with Quinn's leg. Straddling Quinn's lap, he carefully lined Quinn up to his entrance before pushing himself down against the head, both of them groaning at the sweet torture of having Spencer slowly lowering himself. Sweat beaded Quinn's brow, and he placed his hands on Spencer's thighs. Damn, it felt so good. Inch by agonizing inch, Spencer's body swallowed Quinn until he was sitting against him.
"Fuck." Quinn slid his hands up to grip Spencer's waist, his fingers pressing against soft white skin.
"My pleasure."
Spencer rocked forward, and Quinn was lost. He gave himself over completely to Spencer, who moved against him slowly at first before picking up speed. Soon he was rising up and impaling himself on Quinn's cock. Curses in two languages escaped Quinn as he thrust up into Spencer. The bed moved beneath them, and Quinn thought he would come when Spencer took hold of his cock and started jerking himself off as he bounced on Quinn.
"Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck, that's hot."
"Yeah?"
Spencer's skin was flushed from his shoulders up to his cheeks. His panting breath and moans were music to Quinn's ears.
"Oh God, yes." Quinn nodded fervently, his hips losing their rhythm as he fucked Spencer. The sight of his lean body, his hand pumping himself, his hair falling over his brow and his lips parted in ecstasy, had Quinn's muscles tightening with his impending orgasm.
Spencer cried out as he came, spurts of white coating Quinn's chest. It was enough to bring Quinn's orgasm thundering through, and he pulled Spencer down against him as he pumped himself deep inside, drawing out Spencer's orgasm. Quinn let out a slew of curses as he came long and hard. He continued to thrust into Spencer until he became too sensitive.
Their heavy breaths mingled as Spencer lay on Quinn, nuzzling his neck and stroking his arm. "So am I a keeper?"
Quinn chuckled. He kissed Spencer's brow. "You were a keeper long before the sex."
"Good. I'm thinking I might keep you around."
"Is that so?" Quinn rolled over, pinning Spencer beneath him. Spencer laughed and nodded. He ran his fingers down Quinn's stubbly jaw, affection in his eyes.
"How do you say 'stay with me' in Spanish?"
Quinn took hold of Spencer's hand and kissed his fingers, his gaze on Spencer's when he replied, "Quedate conmigo."
Spencer placed a tender kiss to Quinn's lips. "That."
Quinn didn't know when it had happened, but somewhere between the brownies and the striptease, Spencer had snuck his way into Quinn's heart.
"Si."
CHARLIE COCHET is an author by day and artist by night. Always quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach when following her passion. From adventurous agents and sexy shifters to society gentlemen and hardboiled detectives, there's bound to be plenty of mischief for her heroes to find themselves in--and plenty of romance, too!
Currently residing in Central Florida, Charlie is at the beck and call of a rascally Doxiepoo bent on world domination. When she isn't writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.
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