by K. Sterling
“What?” He gasped and nothing in his past could have matched the lust and fascination in Quinn’s eyes. So many men tried to mimic it, to lure and enchant Roman but they never got it quite right. Roman was lost.
“Last night was the first time and you didn’t want to do it,” Quinn whispered and Roman shook his head. “You kept getting me off but you never tried. You never even asked me to touch you,” he said as his lips bathed the head of Roman’s shaft and his fingers stroked.
“I never wanted you to feel used,” he said and his body jerked as his nerves tightened and the pleasure became excruciating.
“I don’t feel used, Roman,” Quinn purred then sucked loudly. “I feel really hot and I want to hear you and see what you look like when you let go. I want to taste your cum and then I want to fuck you,” he said and Roman heard violin music as his heart spread in his chest and tears pooled in his eyes. Quinn wasn’t waiting for Roman to get off because he wanted to prove he could do it better and faster than the last man or to reach the end of their transaction. Quinn wanted it for himself. Roman relaxed and sank into the pleasure and joy and let go. He let go and the heat and pressure was devastating. Everything he’d held back from Quinn, for all those weeks, and everything he held back at Darlington’s poured from him as Roman chanted his name and cum rushed up the length of his cock. It burst from the head and he could feel Quinn’s eyes drinking in his release as he swallowed. He was so thorough. He sucked and milked Roman’s prostate until he shivered and twisted then eased his fingers from him and licked him clean.
“I don’t know what planet you’ve lived on but straight men don’t do that, Quinn,” Roman complained as he stared at the canopy.
“Meh. I’m a millennial. Straight men are allowed to have prostates now and we’re learning how to use them. I think you’re bothered because you assumed I wouldn’t be that good because I haven’t had as much sex as you. I think you’re a little disappointed because you thought I’d act like a monk or a virgin,” Quinn accused and Roman shook his head.
“I promise, I’m not even remotely disappointed,” he insisted as Quinn crawled over him and reached under the pillow. “Flabbergasted is a good word,” he said and Quinn chuckled as he found a condom and a bottle of lube.
“I like when you speak Romanian,” Quinn said as he ripped the wrapper open with his teeth. He stretched the condom down the length of his erection and Roman’s nerves hummed and his passage clenched as Quinn coated it with lube.
“I don’t like when I do it during sex or when I’m sick. I can’t control it and I never know what I’ll say,” he said then pushed against Quinn’s shoulder so he’d lay on his back.
“Can we stay like this? Just at first, at least?” Quinn asked and Roman nodded slowly. He waited for his body to tighten and his stomach to clench but he was aroused and anxious as he watched Quinn sit on his heels between his thighs. “I want to be able to see everything,” he said and Roman groaned impatiently as he pushed his hands through his hair. He’d used Quinn’s curiosity and courage to his advantage so many times but he never considered what would happen when they were focused on him. And Quinn would do everything well. He would do everything right. “I like when you lose control. You’re really hot when you’re feral,” he said as the head of his cock nudged Roman’s entrance. He pushed forward slowly and Roman hissed as his passage stung and burned. It was laced and pleasure and he swore in ecstasy as he stretched around Quinn’s thick shaft. “You’re so tight!” He said as his finger traced Roman’s hole. He watched as he slowly pushed into Roman’s core and there was so much awe and devotion in his eyes and his touch. That was why Quinn waited until sex meant something. It wouldn’t have been this intense and this intimate before. He set a slow pace, Quinn never hurried despite Roman’s demands for him to go faster and harder. He was so beautiful and the pleasure was stunning as he filled him with deep, driving strokes.
“Te ador!” Roman cried as he reached for his shoulders and Quinn fell forward and supported himself on his elbow.
“I would have been really ok if you weren’t into this but thank you for being into this,” Quinn groaned as his fingers curved around Roman’s ass and he rolled his hips then picked up his pace. Quinn’s pelvis slapped against his ass as he rode Roman’s prostate and it was sublime. Roman’s limbs became heavy with pleasure as it radiated from his passage in slow waves. “Christ! It’s so good, Roman!” Quinn laughed raggedly as he kissed him. He was desperate and overjoyed as his body curved around Roman’s and he fought to get deeper. “I’m so close!”
“So close,” Roman sighed euphorically as his arms lashed around him. He couldn’t hold him tight enough. They were so slick and Roman was losing control of his muscles as his nerves glowed and his body jerked. Quinn was so close but Roman needed him closer.
“Oh, fuck!” Quinn screamed through clenched teeth as he slammed forward and ground Roman’s prostate ruthlessly. Roman’s eyes rolled as his jaw stretched and his body turned into heat and light as Quinn bit into his shoulder. He convulsed and bucked as cum pumped from Roman’s cock then buried his face in the pillow next to Roman as he waited for his heart to recover. “I didn’t think it was going to be like that,” he muffled into the pillow and Roman nodded as he stared blindly.
“I didn’t think anything could,” he murmured and a drunken grin spread against his lips. They had the whole day and Quinn didn’t seem in a hurry to move or put on clothes. It was definitely better than the dream.
“Roman!” Quinn whispered as his head popped up and he looked at the door then at the bathroom.
“What?” He whispered back as he rose on his elbows and looked toward the bathroom.
“I need to tell you something wild but you have to promise nobody will get in trouble,” he said as quietly as he possibly could and Roman frowned.
“Why are you whispering?”
“Because I don’t want Mr. Bishop to hear,” he said and Roman smiled.
“He’s at his sister’s. He picks her up from church and spends the day with her and the twins every Sunday,” he said and Quinn nodded.
“What about Grigore?” He continued to whisper.
“I imagine he’s in the kitchen, waiting for me to ring for breakfast,” Roman said and Quinn relaxed.
“Ok. Promise me you won’t fire Mr. Bishop or Grigore,” he said and Roman shook his head.
“I can’t fathom any reason I would fire either of them. It’s not something I would ever consider,” he said absolutely and Quinn’s lips pulled tight.
“I’m going to need a promise. You won’t break a promise,” he said and Roman’s eyes flicked upwards.
“Neither of them would ever do anything that would warrant that but I hesitate to promise…” he argued and Quinn raised his brows expectantly. “What if one of them went insane and became dangerous? To me,” he said and Quinn rolled his eyes.
“Fine. Promise me you won’t fire either of them for this,” he said and Roman snorted.
“I promise I won’t fire either of them for whatever you’re about to tell me,” he vowed and Quinn’s face lit up.
“This is so wild!” He repeated and Roman hoped it was worth the buildup as Quinn pushed off the bed and crossed his legs as he sat up. He leaned and stretched to see into the bathroom then waved excitedly. “So, I woke up early and went to find Mr. Bishop to get the insulin and testing supplies,” he began and Roman hummed along as he rolled and shifted so his head was in Quinn’s lap. “I checked up here and couldn’t find him. I was heading down the hall and I heard Mr. Bishop singing.” His fingers sifted through Roman’s hair as he talked and it was heaven.
“I told you he did that and he sang for us,” Roman reminded him and his eyes shut and his lips curved into a drowsy smile. His scalp tingled and became warm and a similar sensation was occurring in his chest.
“I know and it was amazing! I can’t believe that sound comes out of him. But I saw Grigore and he wa
s listening to Mr. Bishop,” Quinn said and Roman opened his eyes.
“Is that it? I wouldn’t fire him for stopping to listen to music.”
“I know that!” Quinn scolded and Roman mouthed an apology and shut his eyes as his fingers resumed their swirling and scratching. “How long has Grigore been in love with Mr. Bishop?” He asked.
“How long is less than never?” Roman asked and Quinn snorted.
“He’s definitely in love with him,” he stated and Roman laughed softly as he imagined them in a romantic embrace.
“I’m picturing it and there’s just no way,” he said.
“You should have seen the way he was listening. He was pressed against the wall and he was hugging it.”
“He was hugging it?” Roman asked. His eyes were still shut and his brows were pulled together.
“His cheek was smashed against the wall like it was Mr. Bishop’s chest and his hand was somewhere around his face,” Quinn said and his voice was getting softer and softer.
“Are you sure? What if he was dusting or washing something on the wall?” Roman suggested. Quinn flicked his head and Roman gasped.
“I could see him pretty clearly. He was crying, Roman. The song was beautiful and he was singing softly but Grigore was crying over Mr. Bishop,” Quinn swore and Roman’s eyes snapped open when he recalled Grigore’s face after he suggested Mr. Bishop could use an hour at an orgy or a brothel.
“I can’t believe I’ve never noticed,” he whispered and Quinn made a knowing, satisfied sound but Roman ignored it. “I wonder if Mr. Bishop would return his feelings?” He mused and Quinn shrugged.
“Is he into men?” He asked and Roman threw his hands up.
“I have no idea! We’ve been together for sixteen years and I’ve never seen any indication of any interest in people of any gender. You can read him like a book but that’s the one thing he’s kept close to his chest.”
“Is it a book with no pages and just a cover because that’s all I’ve ever seen?” Quinn said.
“Nonsense, he always has something to say. Why would I fire either of them?” Roman asked and Quinn raised a shoulder.
“I didn’t know if it was against policy for your employees to date. I didn’t want to get either of them in trouble,” he explained and Roman laughed.
“We don’t bother with policies around here, we just take care of each other,” he said and Quinn’s gaze became soft as he looked down at him.
“That sounds really nice,” he said as his fingers massaged Roman’s scalp and his eyelids were too heavy to keep open.
“I’m glad you like it. You should consider staying,” Roman rumbled and he wasn’t sure if Quinn thought he was joking but the idea was so perfect and right.
“I’ll think about it, if you throw in breakfast in bed,” Quinn offered and Roman wished it was that simple but he had a feeling it was going to take a lot more to convince him.
“Anything you want, Quinn,” he said and realized it was the only thing he wanted.
Chapter 17
“I don’t know what’s worse,” Quinn complained as he rested his cheek in his palm and watched the people on the street as they waited to get closer to his building. The traffic was slow and people were crowded in front of pubs and bars. “We either go someplace where I have to expose myself to people or we go someplace where you have to spend a stupid amount of money,” he muttered at the glass.
“I might not go with the option that leaves me exposed,” Roman said and Quinn snorted as he watched a guy in a unicorn costume juggle for coins.
“I feel exposed when people see you spending money on me. I just haven’t decided which is worst,” he said.
“You still found a lot to laugh at and I believe you got the last laugh,” Roman observed and Quinn smiled. He didn’t want to go to another gallery or pick out a painting but he thought it would do well.
“I’m so glad I remembered the police were having that auction and came around for donations,” he said then flashed Roman a wink. He was watching him and Quinn’s nerves flared and he was a little too hot as Roman’s eyes burned through his suit.
“It was thoughtful of you to donate it in my name. Let us out here, we’ll walk the rest of the way, Mr. Bishop,” Roman said and Quinn leaned and looked over his shoulder. It was just a few blocks but he knew Roman wouldn’t wait until they made it to his flat.
“I could jump out and grab a bag. You don’t have to come with me,” he suggested and Roman shook his head.
“I wouldn’t dream of letting you go alone and I’d miss you,” he said and Quinn wasn’t sure he could wait. “This wouldn’t be necessary if your things were already at Carlton House…” Roman murmured as he checked his watch absently and waited for Mr. Bishop to get his door. Quinn narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out what that meant. Was he “supposed” to because that’s where a man like him would live if he was being kept by a man like Roman? Quinn’s Lamborghini was parked there because he had no clue what to do with it. He didn’t even know how to drive, he’d been poor and lived in cities with mass transit his whole life. Roman said it didn’t matter because he’d probably do most of the driving anyways which didn’t make sense either. Or, was Roman still hinting about making their pretend arrangement a real arrangement? Quinn was hoping they could do something that resembled a normal relationship as he got out and ran to the sidewalk to join Roman. He was so dark and sleek and provocative, Quinn felt a rush of excitement as Roman pulled him close. They kissed as Roman’s hand slid around Quinn and they revolved through the crowd as if they were waltzing through a ballroom. Quinn didn’t care who saw them. He felt so safe and so right in Roman’s arms and he felt like he was different and they felt real as they laughed and kissed. They were suddenly alone on the pavement as the people and cars faded around them. Roman whispered his name against his lips. He could feel the heat rising between them, it should have made the rain on the pavement turn to steam. “Come here,” Roman commanded as he pulled Quinn into the alley and pushed him against the wall. He was urgent and demanding as he sucked on Quinn’s lips and lapped at his tongue. His fingers sifted through Quinn’s hair as he rocked, grinding against his hard-on and desperate need burst within Quinn. He pulled his lips free and gulped for air as Roman attacked the corner of his neck and pushed his hand down the back of his pants.
“We’re almost there. Just wait until we get to my place,” he panted but Roman shook his head as he bit and Quinn’s eyes rolled as lust swelled within him, making him desperate and anxious.
“I’d rather do it here, if I’m being honest,” Roman purred as he untucked Quinn’s shirt and he gasped as he pushed his hands away.
“Let’s go,” he said as he grabbed Roman’s arm and drug him around the corner and back out, onto the sidewalk. Quinn kept his head down and avoided the knowing looks as he rushed around people, pulling Roman behind him. His shirt was untucked and he had a feeling his fly was unbuttoned and partially unzipped. His hair had to be a disaster and people two blocks away could probably see his erection as it fought against the front of his trousers. He reached the door to his building and Roman’s arms slid around him as Quinn dug his keys out of his pocket.
“Want me to open it?” He teased as his face pushed through Quinn’s hair and his cock pressed against the cleft of his ass. His hands drifted lower and Quinn grabbed his wrist and laughed as he turned the lock.
“What if one my tenants sees us?” He whispered and Roman hummed thoughtfully as his tongue slid up the back of his neck.
“They’re welcome to move out. A flat over here wouldn’t stay vacant for a day,” he said and Quinn snorted as he turned and pressed his back against the door as he opened it.
“That’s not the point, you lunatic,” he said and Roman chuckled as he locked their hips together and danced Quinn through the narrow lobby.
“What is the point?” He asked as his fingers tangled in Quinn’s hair and he kissed
him thoroughly. Quinn groaned as he heard and felt the zipper on his fly open swiftly. Roman growled as his hand pushed into the front of Quinn’s boxers. They both grunted as Quinn’s calf hit the step and he fell back onto his ass, taking Roman with him.
“I don’t know but I missed the steps,” Quinn complained and Roman growled as he pecked at Quinn’s lips.
“We could do it here,” he offered.
“No! We’re seconds away from a bed!” Quinn complained then whimpered as Roman’s hand tightened around his cock. “Oh, fuck…” He groaned as his head rolled back and he jumped and swore as he pushed Roman off him. “Jesus! Jenna!” He cried as she stared down at him in dazed horror. He rolled and crawled up the step to his landing as he hastily stuffed his shirt into the front of his pants and yanked at the zipper. Her eyes were huge and shimmered as her lip trembled and Quinn prayed he wouldn’t throw up.
“Dear God, I’m in an American soap opera,” Roman muttered as he squeezed his temples.
“Quinn?” Jenna whispered as her eyes flicked back and forth between him and Roman.
“I am so sorry!” He blurted as he reached for her but she jumped back and flinched.
“I’m going to wait inside,” Roman said quietly as he slipped past them. Quinn nodded and raised his hand to throw his keys but Roman opened the door and ducked inside quickly. Quinn didn’t see him touch the knob but he knew he locked both locks.
“I was out with some of the girls. I never go out but I thought I’d be braver if I had a few drinks. I thought I’d surprise you. You said you were just waiting for the right time, I thought you were just too sweet to make the first move,” Jenna confessed softly as she fidgeted with her tiny purse. Quinn cringed and squeezed an eye shut.
“Kind of…” He said sheepishly and her mouth hung open as she blinked back at him. “I always wanted to but my life is…” He gestured wildly toward his flat then just shook his head. “It’s really hard to explain,” he said and she bit down on her lip to stop it from quivering as she tried to be brave. “I am so sorry!” He repeated.