Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(63)

       
         
       
        

Drew jumped, he looked startled. "Dear God, I regret ever pulling rank." He laughed, the sound seemed strange in the charged atmosphere. He slapped Nate's ass playfully, and Nate lunged for him.

Drew anticipated and grabbed him around his throat. He held him in a half twist. "You wanted this. Remember that. You forced this. Now suck his fucking dick." Drew spoke softly, his face pushed up in Nathan's. Quinn laughed. Unlike Drew's laugh, it wasn't a friendly, playful sound. Quinn heard bitterness in his own laugh. He heard the man he'd once been echoing around the room. He was amused. He wasn't happy.

"Suck my dick." He arched his hips while Drew shoved Nathan's face back to where it should be. "Drew, get the condoms. Don't forget the lube."

"I'm not calling you 'sir,'" Drew replied, holding Nathan's head down while he tugged at Quinn's jeans, pulling them down far enough to get to Quinn's dick.

"You will if I tell you to," Quinn told him, hating the sneer he heard in his voice. He arched again, nudging Nathan's chin with his engorged dick. "Suck me, Nathan."

Nathan glared at him. His eyes a shining silver, ice cold and filled with anger. He flicked the tip of his talented fucking tongue out and licked the very tip of Quinn's dick. His gaze never leaving Quinn's as he did as Quinn ordered. He flicked the metal ball under the rim of his dick head and played it along the ridge until Quinn was panting. Nathan didn't say anything. He licked, delving the tip of his tongue into the slit, the ball sliding inside him in a way that made sparks spike in Quinn's brain.

"That feels so good, baby," he whispered, and gripped the rail his hands were cuffed to as if that would make the pleasure-pain more bearable. He'd forgotten Drew when he heard the drawer close. The lamp on the table tipped over and fell. Drew didn't bother picking it up. He was in a hurry. "Drew, God, baby, what's taking you so long? I'm going to explode soon."

Drew tossed a handful of condoms on the bed. He dragged his shirt out of his pants and dropped his shoes to the floor before he climbed back in behind Nathan. He had the bottle of lube Quinn loved in his hands, rubbing the plastic with hopes of warming it up. He stopped moving, his gaze settling on Nathan, or more specifically what Nathan's tongue was doing. Quinn loved the mesmerized look on his face.

"Drew," he said softly, wanting to move this past the shocked staring stage.

"Oh, yeah, right." Drew dropped the bottle on the bed beside Nathan's leg and climbed in behind him. He pushed his crotch into Nathan's ass and leaned over him. His tongue flicked out to join Nathan's before he stole a kiss from Quinn's lover. 

He kissed and pumped a handful of lube and licked Quinn and Nathan and God, it was hot to watch. Their dark heads joined together over his dick. The jewelry in their mouths hard on his soft parts. Drew moved to the side and crawled up beside Quinn's leg, his mouth closer and hotter, his tongue tangled with Nathan's. Quinn's balls ached in his jeans. He needed to come. He wanted this to go on.

Nathan's nostril's flared, his eyes went wide, the color changing as Quinn watched. He sucked in his breath and held it, eyes closing. He stopped licking, his mouth going slack. "Oh, fuck," he whispered. "Drew. Fuck."

Drew leaned on his elbow, he watched Nathan's face as he sucked the very tip of Quinn's dick into his mouth. Nathan collapsed onto the bed, he shuddered and buried his face in the soft flesh of Quinn's belly.

"Spread your legs wider, Nathan, so Quinn can see what I'm doing to you," Drew said softly, his lips still worshipping Quinn's dick.

Nathan moaned into Quinn's belly. He squeezed Quinn's thighs but he spread his legs like he'd been told. Drew lifted his palm, his fingers sliding inside Nathan. Not one but two. He eased the slick digits in slowly, going up to the middle knuckle before pulling out. He stretched his fingers wider and slowly added a third. "That's it, baby, let Drew stretch you. Feels good, doesn't it?" Quinn heard himself ask. He fucking hated Drew right then. "Does it feel good, Nate, baby?"

Nathan didn't say anything. He blew out a harsh breath and clawed at Quinn's thighs. He nodded after a moment, and rocked his hips to Drew's rhythm.

"Add another finger," Quinn said when Drew's fingers slid inside easily. "And suck me. I'm going to come soon. Somebody fucking suck me."

Drew grinned up at him like he'd planned this. He had them both helpless and the bastard was enjoying himself. "It will be a fucking shame if you come too soon."