Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(65)

"Tell me how it feels, baby," he whispered for Nate to hear. "Does he feel good inside you?"

Nathan gasped and fell forward, his head slipped past Quinn's to lean against the headboard, his mouth right beside Quinn's ear as he moaned long and loud. He held on to Quinn with one hand and the headboard with the other. Drew's long fingers eased over Nathan's shoulders to clutch at him. He leaned over Nate's back, his face hovering not far from the back of Nathan's head. His eyes open, his gaze unfocused as he allowed Nate to adjust to him.

Quinn could only hold on to the headboard and watch helplessly as Drew made love to his lover. "He feels … big … good," Nathan whispered in his ear after a moment. His tongue flicked into Quinn's ear as he spoke. Fucker knew Quinn would like that. "Feels so good, Quinn."

"That's good, baby." Quinn died a little inside. The tongue in his ear doing much to make him forget his jealousy. This was just fucking. How many men had he fucked just like this? It didn't mean one damned thing. Tomorrow they would walk away and this won't have mattered one little bit in the grand scheme of things. "God, that feels so good. You're so hot on me. I can feel your cock. It's so fucking hard."

"I need to come," he whispered. "He's going to make me come."

"Make him come, Drew. He's ready. Fuck him hard. He likes it hard." Quinn heard the words leave his mouth. He didn't remember speaking them. Drew looked as surprised as Quinn felt.

"I'll come," Drew replied, his voice breathy. "I didn't think it would … fuck, I'm going to come." He rammed into Nate so hard Nate slammed into Quinn, his body collapsing on Quinn, weighing him down. Drew adjusted and leaned over them both, his eyes vacant, his mouth slack. He fucked Nathan, his hands squeezing Nathan's shoulders so hard his knuckles went white. "Fuck, fuck. Jesus. I can't … " Drew moaned, his eyes rolling hard into the back of his head. He hips jerking unsteadily as he emptied himself in Quinn's lover. "Fuck. I'm sorry. Fuck," he whispered when he could find his tongue again.

Nate whimpered in Quinn's ear. He hadn't come. He wrapped his hands behind Quinn's neck and dragged his mouth over Quinn's jaw. He needed more. He humped Quinn's body, looking for more. "Fuck, Quinn, it's never hurt like this."

Quinn didn't know what he meant. He turned his head to meet Nate's mouth, the kiss more desperate than before. He arched into his lover, his cock waking up at the touch and slide of Nate's against it. Nathan almost wrapped around him trying to get closer. "Fuck me," he begged, grinding himself against Quinn. "I want you inside me. I need more. So goddamned much more."

"Yeah," Quinn whispered against Nate's mouth, wondering why he even asked. All he had to do was take what he wanted. Nathan whimpered again and sat up and grabbed the top of the headboard. His back arched as he lifted his hips. Quinn's now-throbbing cock slid between his cheeks and Nathan rocked on him as if he were already inside. "Fuck, baby, that feels good. Want you to ride me."



       
         
       
        

Nathan reached behind him and gripped Quinn's dick, he held it steady, gaze locked with Quinn's, the storm cloud in his eyes burst. Quinn cried out as heat engulfed him. Nathan lowered himself over Quinn again. Mouth to mouth, he drove Quinn deep inside his body. His body trembled as he told Quinn how good he felt. Quinn dug his boot heels into the bed and fucked his lover. Hard. Just like he liked it. So fucking hard. The other man in the room forgotten. "Ride me, Nate. Fuck yourself. Feels fucking good. That's good. Fuck me harder. Make yourself come. Fuck. God. Fuck." He spewed words as he fucked. Nathan never looked away, his eyes clouded over as the storm brewed out of control.

Nathan cried out and went still. His body so tense Quinn thought he was on the verge and fighting it. He swore and pushed himself upright. "Fuck. Jesus. Fuck." He sat on Quinn's groin, impaled, his gorgeous cock sticking straight out. It was nearly purple with need. He cussed again and reached behind him to drag Drew to him. He wrapped one large hand behind Drew's neck and slashed his mouth over Drew's.

Quinn saw red. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't. He rammed into Nate to remind him whose dick he was riding. Sure as fuck wasn't Drew's. Drew had had his turn. Nate wrapped his other hand behind Quinn's neck and leaned to kiss him. "Harder," he whispered almost desperately. "It's not enough. I need more."

He held on to Drew, dragging him over until he was pressing Nathan down onto Quinn. Nathan twisted awkwardly to hold them both. Drew's eyes burned with a fire that set the green off in the hazel. Quinn could feel his dick grinding into Nate from behind. He was hard. Again.