Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(34)

"If he wants one of us, he gets both." Nathan shrugged, his eyes gleaming encouragement. Quinn only nodded, his eyes unfocused, when Drew touched him. His cock was long, just like his body, lean. "Suck him, Drew. I bet those hoops on your lips will do things to him even he's never dreamed of."

Fully aware that he'd checked his brain and his ego at the door, Drew wanted only to please Nathan. It seemed as if he'd waited his whole life for this moment. It wasn't how he imagined, Nathan rested in his lover's arms, his eyes brilliant with lust as he watched him. Drew would do whatever he asked. Shit. Of course Quinn was an appetizer; Nathan, the main course. He never imagined either of them would want him. And he wanted to stay wanted. 

Quinn's cock pulsed in his hand, silky smooth and hard as steel. He writhed beneath Drew as he lowered himself to do as Nathan asked. Quinn's long fingers clutched at him, his nails scraping his back, but never enough to break skin. His voice turned soft, needy. He cried out when Drew touched his tongue to the slit and lapped at the salty-sweet liquid pearling there. "Oh, fuck. Fuck, Drew."

Quinn's fingers twined in his hair pulling enough to make Drew wince. His hips lurched forward and Drew took him inside, all of him. "Nate, baby, shit. His mouth is so fucking hot."

A third hand joined Quinn's, Nathan's larger fingers stroked his back, his neck, finally coming around to caress his jaw. Drew looked up to see Nathan's eyes burst into flame. "I bet it is. Make him feel good, Drew. Make him scream. Suck him, baby, yeah, just like that. He's a little bitch, he loves it."

The words washed over him. Nathan slid down on the sofa, his tongue joining his roaming hands. Drew moaned around Quinn's cock, but he didn't dare stop. The throaty sounds coming from Quinn drove him past his comfort level. He took his cock deeper into his throat, using his tongue to drive Quinn wild.

He forgot about Nathan until strong fingers brushed his crotch. But before he could react, Nathan stripped him. Cold air washed across his ass, but only for a brief moment. Heat from Nathan's body settled over him. He loved the way his hands caressed his skin. He stroked his back, running his fingers over his thighs and his ass. His mouth followed.

Nathan used the metal bead in his tongue like a weapon. Everywhere he licked, he tormented. Flicking him, stroking him, letting the bead drag over sensitive places as he discovered them. Nathan had him riding the wave again without much effort at all.

"Are you clean?" The words poured over him like ice water. Quinn tugged at his hair separating him from the toy in his mouth. "Baby, are you safe? When was your last physical? Do you use protection?"

His brain raced trying to find the answers. "Do we need condoms, Drew? Are you clean?" The question made him angry, but Quinn seemed to anticipate this. "I've only touched Nate in the last six years. I haven't so much as kissed another man, or woman. Nate hasn't been with anyone since, well, you know when. We're clean."

"Oh. I've always used protection. I didn't want children. And with men. You're the first without. Either way. Nothing came up at my last physical. That's all I can tell you." What a way to kill an orgasm was all Drew could think. Quinn looked beyond him to his lover, the message in his eyes was clear. Nathan's call.

"Good enough for me," he said. Smiling, he tilted Drew's face up so that he could lean over and press a kiss to his lips. "Make him purr, baby. Drew likes to purr deep in his throat, make him purr."

Quinn slid down in the seat until he was lying flat, his legs propped on one end of the sofa, his torso below Drew. He smiled, looking into his eyes. "That ball on Nate's tongue feels so fucking good when he-"

Drew cried out at the first touch in that spot. The shock of Nathan's tongue licking him there sent shock waves through his entire body. Quinn smiled wider, snaking his hands up and around his shoulders.

"-does that. He likes to drive it inside. God, makes me shiver just thinking about it. How does that feel, baby, Nathan's tongue in your ass?"

He couldn't find words; hell, he didn't know what words were anymore. The exquisite torture of Nathan's hot tongue and the small ball he was so adept at manipulating stroking him forced sounds from his throat he'd never heard before.



       
         
       
        

"I love the way you purr. He's going to slip his fingers inside you now. Get you ready to take his cock. The first time he fucked me, he nearly ripped me apart. The second wasn't much better."

"Stop talking, Quinn, it's hard to concentrate," Nathan growled from behind him. Drew heard him shift and fumble on the table. Something cold slithered over his skin. "Besides, the first time you fucked me wasn't exactly a walk in the park, you know. I could have used more of this."