Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(62)

"You like that, don't you?" Quinn felt an ice cold bolt of awareness shoot down his spine. Nathan had a kink. He had a domination kink. And Quinn had never noticed because he was too busy trying to be submissive for his man. "If I'd known."

"You don't know nothing about shit!" Nate shouted at him, the look in his eyes going vacant once again. "You think because you want to be slapped around that-"

Drew pulled his hair making him howl. He dragged Nathan to his knees this time, keeping the one hand pinned behind his back as he pulled Nathan upright and tilted his head over so that they were glaring at each other. Drew's smile was more of a smirk. "Your cock is rock hard and pouring precum, babe, all from some serious dominating. And I haven't slapped you yet."

"You could." Quinn enjoyed this side of Drew. "I'd pay you good money to slap his ass a few times. I'd bet he'd come before you got to three."

"Do you want your dick sucked or not?" Drew turned the Marine voice on Quinn. And Quinn's dick stood up and took notice.

"Yes, Sergeant Major, sir." He tried to snap to attention but he was cuffed to the bed. "Are you doing the sucking, or is he? Why not both of you? You can both suck my dick."

Drew relaxed the hand in Nathan's hair, he spread his fingers and gripped the back of Nate's head. He had long fingers. Such long, gorgeous fingers. He held Nathan's head captive, angling it so that he could lean over to kiss him. 

Nathan's eyes fluttered closed at the first touch of Drew's lips to his. He moaned softly as if that was what he'd wanted all along. Quinn couldn't remember the last time Nate had made that face for him. Had he ever made that face for Quinn?

The kiss turned sloppy, Drew let Nate's hand go and trailed his other hand down Nate's belly to play with the tip of his cock. Nate stayed exactly like Drew left him, his arm still tucked up behind his back, his head angled painfully, his knees spread slightly as Drew sucked his tongue out of his mouth for Quinn to see.

Quinn tried not to moan at the vision of the two of them on their knees in front of him. Nathan completely nude, Drew pressed behind him, fully clothed, tongues slashing. Drew stroked the tips of his fingers along Nathan's shaft to his balls. He fondled him, squeezing him. Nathan moaned, his body shaking with each light touch of Drew's fingers. The sounds he made were so foreign to Quinn's ears. It was almost as if he didn't know his own lover.

"Bend over," Drew whispered, breaking the kiss. Nathan flicked his tongue over Drew's bottom lip one last time. He'd closed his eyes at some point. He opened them at the sound of Drew's voice. His gaze had gone soft, the color swirled a smoky gray. "Bend over, baby. Be a good boy for me."

Nathan smiled softly, almost imperceptibly, and nodded. He leaned over again putting his face on Quinn's boot. Drew released his scalp, his hand running down the center of Nathan's back over the tattoo of Quinn's guitar to rest at the base of his spine … possessively.

"Quinn's dick needs some attention," Drew said softly, and Nathan crawled one-handed until he was between Quinn's legs. He shoved his nose in Quinn's crotch … like a damned dog. He breathed deeply, his body trembling as if in anticipation. "Spread your legs. Show me your asshole."

Nathan didn't hesitate. He eased his legs apart and raised his ass in the air. It was Drew who groaned this time. "I'm going to fuck this," he said, he lost the Sergeant Major voice and Quinn realized he was speaking to him. He was still asking permission. As if Quinn had any control over this party.

"Yes," Quinn could barely get the word out. He shivered. Hard. "God, yes. Fuck him."

Drew nodded, almost shyly. He glanced at the bedside table Quinn had indicated earlier. He didn't seem in a hurry to get the stuff.

He ran his hand down Nathan's spine to his ass, caressing him there while Nate nuzzled Quinn's dick through his jeans. His gaze locked with Drew's. This was fucked-up and they both knew it. But it was happening. "Lick his asshole," Quinn said just to see what Drew would do. "He's going to need some heavy prep if this is going where it feels like it's going. Lick him out."

Drew's eyes fluttered closed, his face flamed a pretty pink. Nate moaned and without permission he cupped Quinn's dick with impatient hands. The button on his jeans popped open while Drew made up his mind.

"Put your ass up for Drew to eat it, Nate, that's a good boy. You want your asshole eaten today, don't you, baby?" Quinn heard his voice climb an octave, maybe two. He wasn't above sweet-talking to get his way.

Nate nuzzled and moved higher over Quinn's crotch. He wrapped his hands under Quinn's thighs and buried his face in the opening of Quinn's jeans. His legs spread slightly, his ass rose higher, and Drew moaned. He started tugging at his clothes. The tie he'd loosened earlier came off and he unbuttoned his shirt. That was as far as he got before Nate looked back at him. "Eat me, Sergeant Major, sir."