Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(35)

Drew felt him slide one finger inside him, just past the opening. He tensed. Quinn's soft arms pulled him tighter, taking the pressure off his elbows. "Kiss me, it'll help you relax."

He didn't need further coaxing. Letting Quinn take the lead, his tongue delved deep inside his mouth, tangled with his. His lips feasted on him, sucking at his tongue only to release him. His teeth caught a hoop and tugged, which seemed to remind him there were other hoops. Drew heard him laugh, but with the pleasure building inside him, he didn't mind. Until the sharp shooting pain in his nipple rocketed through him, followed by another sharp shooting pain as a second finger entered him. He realized he'd forgotten about the first one.

And Quinn made sure he forgot about this one too. "Feels good, doesn't it?" He licked his lips, his blue eyes sparkling in the lamplight. "His fingers inside you, sliding in so deep. Oh, baby, there's that purr again. Rock your hips, baby, move with him. Yeah, that's it. Fuck yourself on Nate's fingers. Does that feel good?"

"Yes." Drew dragged the word out. A third finger joined the party. "Oh, fuck, that is intense."

"He's about there, baby," Quinn spoke past him to Nathan. "He's so damned hot."

"I know. And tight. Shit, I could come just thinking about how good he is going to feel wrapped around me," Nathan said, his voice gravelly. "Roll him over."

Drew rolled in Quinn's arms, letting the taller man wrap around him again. Nathan sat between his legs, still fully dressed. His eyes seemed to flip between uncertainty and a lust so strong it practically burned him in its intensity. "Lift his legs back."

Drew pulled his legs back as far as he could and Quinn's hands slid behind his knees holding him spread. Slowly, almost in slow motion, Nathan unzipped his jeans and pushed them off. His shirt followed until he was nude. His cock, long and thick, stretched above his navel slick from need and pulsing with desire.

"Oh, shit." Drew reached out to stroke him, and Nathan drew in a sharp breath at his touch. "So hot, like velvet."

"Feels like that inside you." Quinn breathed against his neck, his tongue dipping into Nathan's ear distracted him from the sight of Nathan rolling a condom on and massaging lube along his incredible length. "Stay with me, Drew. Let Nate inside. Just relax, baby, let it feel good." 

His whispered words turned obscene, promises of how good he would feel devolved into nasty words of what Quinn wanted to do to him. "Oh, shit. Fuck."

He grabbed Nathan's ass and held on as Nathan pushed the blunt head of his cock inside him. His ass muscles protested for a split second. "Relax, let him inside. He's never been inside anyone but me. Let him love you, baby. Let him take you over the moon."

Drew remembered what Nathan had confided in him a few days ago about the rape and that night came back to him. The image of Nathan naked and bleeding. He remembered how he'd frozen at the sight of the knife slicing into him. Knowing he'd been raped; knowing he was probably better off dead.

"Drew, it's all right, we'll stop."

God, he wondered what Nathan had seen on his face. "No, the pain is gone now, it's fine." He arched his body up, feeling the burn as Nathan's cock penetrated him. The mask of concern on the man's face turned to exquisite pleasure.

"He's so tight. This won't last long." Nathan leaned over him, his mouth touching his. "You feel so damned nice on my cock."

"Fuck me," was all Drew could think to say as he stared up into those damned silver eyes, the same eyes that had haunted him for so many years. "Please, Nathan. Oh, God, please."

Nathan groaned against his lips. He closed his eyes as he moved slowly, his hips just barely touching Drew's ass before he withdrew. The slick, hot feel of Nathan inside him left him breathless. Quinn's mouth on his neck, his fingers caressing him, tugging at his nipple rings, touching Nathan's jaw, combined to skyrocket him to the endgame faster than he wanted. Nathan pumped into him hard and fast, hitting him deep inside in such a way that made his brain explode. "Oh, fuck. Oh, God, shit."

"I think you found his spot, baby." Quinn nuzzled his neck, his voice filled with humor. "Hit it again. Make him scream.'

Drew wrapped his arms around Nathan, he needed to feel skin, needed to touch him, to hold him. Nathan's eyes flared wide when Drew scraped his fingers over his shoulder blades. Drew could feel the scars beneath, the hateful letters he carried still. Faggot and Queer. He knew they were there, covered by a tattoo that would never totally erase them. Nathan touched his mouth to his jaw. "That feels good," he said softly. "You feel good, Drew … touch me there again."