Coercing Quinn

by Charlie Richards

  “Gods, you’re so stunning,” Taolma whispered, his smile a mix of pleasure and pain. “So fucking handsome.” His expression turned lascivious. “Especially sucking my dick.”

  Quinn’s tension eased. While they’d never really talked about his scars after he’d removed the bandages days before, he’d been worried. On occasion he’d caught Taolma staring at them.

  Needing reassurance, Quinn popped off Taolma’s dick. He ignored his lover’s moan of protest and asked, “You’re not bothered by them?”

  Taolma blinked once, twice. His eyes became more focused as he smiled down at him. “No, Quinn,” he responded, his tone firm. “They’re proof of your strength.”

  “They’re a reminder of my stupidity.”

  Scoffing, Taolma shook his head. “No, a reminder that you lived through tragedy and overcame adversity.”

  While Quinn didn’t really agree, he appreciated that Taolma saw it that way. To show his thanks, he opened his mouth and swallowed his lover’s cock as far as he could—which turned out to be only about six inches of his nearly foot-long dick. When Taolma’s cap hit the back of his throat, Quinn felt his gag reflex flare to life and he had to back off.

  Taolma didn’t seem to mind, judging by the sound of his throaty moan.

  Smiling around his mouthful, Quinn pulled back, sucking hard. He used the spit he left behind to jack the remainder of his lover’s stalk with his hand. Pumping in rhythm with his mouth’s bobs, he worked his lover’s dick with mouth and hand.

  Quinn felt Taolma’s hands in his hair tighten. Instead of trying to control Quinn’s movements though, he seemed to be using the hold to just hang on. Relishing the contact, he picked up his pace.

  Pausing at the head of Taolma’s shaft, Quinn sucked hard. As he jacked his lover’s spit-coated erection with his hand, he cradled his balls in his palm. He rolled them across his fingers, gently teasing the orbs through the thin skin of his sack.

  He swiped his tongue over his glans, then massaged the wrinkled skin beneath it. He lightly nipped at his foreskin, then sucked on it, soothing the skin. Rubbing his thumb up and down the vein running along the underside of his shaft, he gloried in the feel of the hot flesh in his mouth and hands.

  The moans, hisses, and grunts escaping Taolma were music to Quinn’s ears. It caused his own prick to bob and jerk. His balls tingled and he feared he wouldn’t be able to hold on.

  Needing his lover to come, Quinn moved the hand cradling his balls back just a little. With his fingertips, he pressed and massaged, searching. When Taolma barked a cry, and tensed in his grip, he knew he’d found it.

  Quinn rubbed that sensitive patch of skin behind his balls over and over.

  Taolma roared as his cock twitched in Quinn’s grip. It swelled just a little, then Quinn found himself with a mouthful of seed. Swallowing quickly, he eased off Taolma’s dick a bit so the next stream hit his tongue. He rolled it around for a few seconds, enjoying the taste of the bitter, salty fluid before swallowing that, too.

  After several more thick spurts, Taolma’s prick stopped pulsing. Quinn swallowed it all. Peering up at Taolma, he eased off his cock head and grinned at the bliss-out expression on his young lover’s face.

  “Stunning,” Quinn murmured, rising to his feet. His own dick throbbed at the sight of Taolma’s arched body, his head thrown back, and his eyes closed. His own need thrumming through him, he moved his hands to Taolma’s hips and urged, “Lie on the bed.”

  Taolma’s grin appeared almost loopy as he obeyed. He flopped back on the bed, kicking off his jeans and loafers. Pushing to the middle of the bed, he spread his legs wide as he placed his hands behind his head.

  “You gonna fuck me now, Quinn?” Taolma appeared focused on Quinn’s groin as he licked his lips. “Wanna feel that pounding into me.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Quinn growled, grabbing the lube and joining him on the bed. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

  Grinning widely, Taolma met his gaze. “Want me like this?” he asked huskily. “Or should I roll over and offer you my ass?”

  “I’ll take you any way I can get you,” Quinn admitted, shuffling forward, positioning himself between Taolma’s thighs. “Want everything with you.”

  Taolma beamed up at him, his smile showing off his even white teeth. He waggled his brows as he replied, “Then you better hurry up, because we have all kinds of positions to explore.”

  Popping the lid on the lube, Quinn poured a generous portion directly on his prick. His erection twitched as he hissed at the feel of the cool fluid. Grabbing himself, he spread the slick over his shaft and warmed it at the same time.

  “Gods, that’s a pretty sight,” Taolma growled, grabbing the lube from his hand. “Keep doing that. Love seeing you touch yourself.”

  Looking at his lover in surprise, Quinn watched as Taolma poured a large dollop of slick onto his own left hand. He pulled his leg up with his right, then buried a finger into his channel. Immediately, he pulled it out, then pushed two inside.

  “Holy fuck,” Quinn whispered, loving the view. His dick twitched in his grip. On instinct, he stroked himself. “Love how sensual you are.”

  “Damn, Quinn,” Taolma groaned, staring at his dick. “You have such a beautiful cock. Love how pink it looks, so different. So thick. Want to feel it in my ass.”

  Quinn moaned, reveling in the sound of Taolma’s babbled words. His heart raced, his breath coming in harsh pants. He felt his balls roll.

  Moving his fingers to the base of his dick and squeezing hard, Quinn feared he’d blow before he even got into Taolma. He rested his right hand on the comforter and leaned over his lover. With his left hand, he traced around Taolma’s hole where it stretched around his man’s fingers. Unable to help himself, he pushed a finger in beside Taolma’s own.

  Feeling the hot passage swallow his digit, the tight muscle ripple around him, Quinn groaned. “Shit, Taolma,” he whispered harshly. “Tell me you’re ready.” Staring at where he helped stretch his lover, he admitted, “I need in you now.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Taolma growled, clearly liking that idea. He eased his fingers free, causing Quinn’s own to slide out, too. Taolma crunched up and grabbed Quinn’s cock. “Take me,” he urged, pointing Quinn’s dick toward his hole.

  Taking that for the invitation it was, Quinn lowered his hips. As he moved, Taolma continued holding his dick until his crown pressed against his hole. Quinn pushed. Taolma sighed, releasing him and lying back down. His muscles relaxed, opening to Quinn, allowing him to sink in several inches.

  Quinn paused, a groan escaping him. He shuddered at the feel of the hot, tight muscles rippling around his cock’s head. Staring down, unable to tear his gaze away from where he pierced his lover, he eased back just a little, then pushed forward.

  Rocking back and forth, Quinn stared as he sank his prick deeper and deeper. His blood-engorged, pink shaft stretched the muscles of Taolma’s dark hole. He found the differences so striking, so beautiful.

  Finally sinking balls-deep inside Taolma, Quinn let out a ragged sigh. He admired his lover’s torso, gliding his slightly lubed fingers along his ribs. Enjoying the man’s smooth skin, the way it stretched over the shifter’s firm muscle.

  Meeting Taolma’s heated gaze, Quinn saw his parted lips. He loved the way they were curved into a blissful smile. “God, you look stunning speared on my dick,” Quinn rumbled. “Just as amazing as you feel.”

  Taolma peered up at him, a feral light in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, digging his fingers into Quinn’s shoulder blades. Lifting his legs, he pressed his heels into Quinn’s ass and rocked against him.

  “Fuck me, mate,” Taolma urged. “I see the need in your eyes. Take me.”

  Quinn groaned. Unable to resist Taolma’s offer, especially with his balls already tightening, he slid his cock partway out of him. Reversing direction, he slammed back into him.

  Setting up a swift rhythm, Quinn pounded
into Taolma. He dug his fingers into the flesh of his lover’s upper arms, using it for leverage. The feral grin curving the younger man’s face egged him on.

  Losing himself in the pleasure, Quinn sank his dick deep into Taolma over and over. He reveled in the squeeze of his lover’s channel, the ripple of muscle massaging his shaft, and the grunts of enjoyment Taolma made whenever Quinn hit his prostate.

  The sound of flesh slapping flesh combined with the feel of his body sliding against his lover’s. The smell of masculine sweat and pre-cum perfumed the air. The feel of his balls slamming into Taolma’s ass fired his nerve endings.

  Quinn felt the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine, heralding his orgasm. His balls rolled and tightened. His cock throbbed.

  Burying his dick deep inside Taolma, Quinn let go, groaning his pleasure as his orgasm rolled through his shuddering body.

  Taolma moaned beneath him, shivering in his grip. The smell of fresh seed filled Quinn’s nostrils, and he smiled. Pride filled him at the knowledge that his lover had spilled again.

  Resting his forehead on Taolma’s pectoral, Quinn eased his grip on his arms. He rested on the leaner male beneath him, appreciating the novelty of lying on his lover. Feeling the soothing glide of Taolma’s hands on his back, he knew he wasn’t hurting the man.

  “Thank you,” Quinn whispered, pressing a kiss to his skin.

  Taolma hummed. “For what? You’re the one who just gave me two orgasms,” he pointed out, kissing Quinn’s temple. “I should be thanking you.”

  Quinn grunted as he eased upward, feeling his softening prick slide from Taolma’s hole. He pecked a kiss to his lover’s lips, holding his man’s dark-eyed gaze. “Thank you for giving yourself to me,” he elaborated. “After some of your dominant displays, like in the motel room, I thought you’d expect to top all the time.”

  Smirking, Taolma threaded the fingers of one hand through Quinn’s hair. “No way would I miss the opportunity to enjoy your pretty dick, Quinn,” he teased. “You’re welcome to my ass any time.” Then, his expression turned a bit more serious. “I hope that offer is open to me, too?”

  Reading the young man’s uncertainty in his eyes, Quinn nodded. “Hell, yeah, Tao,” he whispered. “Love ass play. I expect you to plug me often with your long rod.”

  Taolma’s smile turned smug. “Oh, I will.”

  “Where do we go from here?” Quinn mused, relaxing back on Taolma’s body. He rested his cheek against his lover’s chest. “I sold my farm after I joined the hunters. I figure you want to stay near your parents.” Something niggled at him and he lifted onto his elbows. “How are Caladon and Golren both your fathers? They have mates of their own.”

  “Yeah, I definitely want to stay close to them,” Taolma admitted. “Caladon is my birth father, but he was kidnapped when I was two.” His smile turned wistful. “Mother married Golren, and they raised me together. He never claimed to be my father, so I call him my pops.”

  Quinn nodded, remembering how Taolma had already shared bits and pieces of the tale. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

  Taolma shrugged, then leaned up and pecked a kiss to his lips. “Not your problem,” he told him. “It happened a long time ago.”

  Growling softly, Quinn grumbled, “Anything to do with you is my problem now, isn’t it?” He scowled down at the young man’s surprised expression. “We’re mates. That means we’re partners.”

  When Taolma’s surprised look transformed into a radiant smile, Quinn knew he’d said the right thing. “Yeah,” Taolma whispered. “We’re partners.”

  “Good,” Quinn huffed. After pecking a hard kiss to Taolma’s lips, he glanced around the space. “So, where do we go from here?”

  Taolma chuckled and threaded his fingers through Quinn’s hair. “Now, we shower. I got lube in your hair.”

  Quinn’s eyes widened in surprise and he barked a laugh. “You really like playing with my hair,” he said as he rolled to the side of the bed and swung his legs over.

  “Yep,” Taolma replied, following him. “It’s so different than mine.” He reached out and touched Quinn’s thick dark-blond locks. “So soft.”

  Liking Taolma’s admission, Quinn winked and quipped, “Well, since you got it dirty, you can wash it.” Then, he dashed toward the bathroom.

  Hearing laughter and the sound of footsteps, Quinn knew his lover followed. His heart felt lighter than he’d been in a long time as he hopped into the shower stall. When Taolma joined him, he knew it was all because of that man... that shifter.

  They quickly got the water started and washcloths lathered. When Taolma poured shampoo onto Quinn’s hair and massaged his scalp, he smiled, relaxing into his touch.

  Guess I won’t cut my hair after all.

  No idea had sounded better.

  About the Author

  Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.

  She can be reached at ch.richards2010@yahoo.com

  Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com