Luck of the Irish (9 page)

 

Letting go of Quinn’s legs, he tapped him on the hip. “Turn over, sweetheart.”

Quinn looked at him questioningly but complied. Cian urged him to lift his hips and tucked a pillow under them to make Quinn more comfortable and to give Cian better access to his little pink hole.

When the touch came, it wasn’t the fingers or cock that Quinn was expecting. Cian grabbed Quinn’s asscheeks, pulled them apart, and leaned down to nip at the curve of his ass, making Quinn jerk under him. Quinn lifted his head off the arms he had them pillowed on, and the next thing he felt was Cian’s tongue leaving a warm, wet trail from his balls to the base of his spine.

“Cian… oh God… what?”

 

“Shhhh, just let me make you feel good, love.”

When his tongue touched that tight muscle again, Quinn whimpered but didn’t protest. Cian licked over it gently at first, then harder as Quinn started to push back. His thumbs slicked down to catch on the rim and pulled him open a little more, giving his tongue more room to work. He wanted this to be as good for Quinn as he could possibly make it.

Quinn bit down on his arm, as if to quiet the noises that wouldn’t stop flowing out of his mouth.

 

That wasn’t what Cian wanted.

 

“Let me hear you, sweetheart.” He pushed his tongue in hard and then pulled out. “How am I supposed to know if it feels good if you don’t tell me?” “Feels better than good… so fucking awesome!” Quinn started babbling as he pushed his hips back, trying to get more of Cian’s mouth.

“That’s it, love.” Cian reached for the lube they’d put on the table beside the bed, and slicked up his fingers. He pulled back a little and rubbed against the sensitive muscle, happy it was getting looser already.

He slid his finger in to the first knuckle, all the while kissing and licking across Quinn’s back to distract him from any discomfort.

 

“So tight in there, Quinn. Can’t wait to feel it around my cock.” Cian’s honey-smooth voice was almost like a physical touch on Quinn’s skin. “Cian, please, more.”

Cian complied, pushing in another finger, moving and stretching. He crooked his fingers, finally finding Quinn’s sweet spot. Quinn keened under him, reduced to begging, all coherency long gone. He begged Cian for more, for faster, for relief.

Cian added a third finger, sliding them in and out a few times and then just holding still as Quinn fucked himself back.

 

Cian leaned up over Quinn’s back, kissing his neck and whispering in his ear. “You ready for me, darlin’?”

 

“Yes… oh God… fuck.” His hips seemed to be moving of their own volition. “Want you… need you… in me now.”

Cian slowly pulled his fingers out and wiped his hand on the sheets. He grabbed a condom, ripped it open, rolled it on, and then slicked his sheathed cock. “Do you want to turn over?”

“Next time. God, Cian, just like this, please.”

 

Quinn turned his head, and Cian leaned in to kiss him. He grabbed Quinn’s hips and pulled them up so that Quinn was more fully on his knees, then lined himself up and started pushing in gently.

 

Fuck, it felt so good, and Cian wasn’t sure he was going to get past a few strokes into the tight heat without coming.

 

Quinn was quiet while Cian waited, letting him adjust to the intrusion. When Quinn canted his hips back, Cian moved again.

When he finally bottomed out, they both groaned. Cian curled himself over Quinn’s back and slid his hands down Quinn’s arms so he could entwine their fingers together. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, just, move, okay? Need you to move.”

 

Cian nodded into the back of his neck and pulled out a little, then slid back in, loving the whines and grunts Quinn gave every time they rocked back together.

Cian plunged in again and again, bringing them closer and closer to the edge. He needed to get deeper, closer to Quinn, and so he did the only thing he could think of. Keeping their hands together, he wrapped his arms around Quinn, one across his stomach and one across his chest. He pulled Quinn up into his lap, happy when Quinn just went with it.

He held Quinn’s weight and thrust up into him from below, nuzzling into Quinn’s neck, nipping and biting, the pressure in his balls overwhelming his senses.

He slipped his hand from Quinn’s and reached down to stroke Quinn’s cock, pulling in a counter-rhythm to his thrusts.

 

Quinn was reduced to mindless babble, gripping Cian’s arm with one hand, the other clenched tightly on Cian’s thigh.

 

“You gonna come for me, Quinn? Do it, come on, wanna see you.” Quinn rested his head on Cian’s shoulder, and Cian could look over and watch Quinn thrust into his fist. He was the hottest thing Cian had ever seen.

“Cian, oh God, Cian… m’gonna.”
“Come on, darlin’. Need to see it… wanna feel it!”

Suddenly Quinn stiffened, his grip tightening even more, and he thrust down hard, coming all over Cian’s hand and his own stomach. The pearly white liquid dripped down onto their thighs.

Cian was blindsided by his sudden orgasm. The feeling of Quinn’s muscles clutching and fluttering around him was too much for his body to take. His vision went hazy around the edges and he bit down hard on the flesh of Quinn’s shoulder, holding him tight as he shuddered and moaned.

They sat there for a moment, both of them trying to catch their breath, and then Cian gently lay down, taking Quinn with him. He pulled out carefully and then manhandled Quinn so they lay facing each other, wanting to see the other man’s face and make sure he was okay.

Quinn brought his hands up to Cian’s chest as Cian pulled him close and tangled their legs together. Quinn snuggled down so that he was tucked up as close as he could be. Cian breathed in the smell of sweat, sex, and Quinn.

“You all right, sweetheart?” Cian cradled the smaller man to him, one hand tracing nonsensical patterns on the sweat-slick skin of his back.

 

“Mmm, I’m good.” Quinn’s rough, fucked-out voice sounded so good on him. Cian could feel him smile into his neck. “Kind of fucking amazing, actually.” “I should get something to clean you up.” Cian combed through the silky blond hair with his other hand.

 

“Uh-uh. Not yet. I’m comfy.”

 

Cian kissed the top of Quinn’s head and smiled down at him. “Okay. Let’s just rest for a while.”

Quinn was so tired he could barely nod. Cian reached down for the blanket and pulled it up over them, knowing he wouldn’t sleep, but content to lie there and hold Quinn.

He didn’t know what would happen now, but he knew that when Quinn left, he’d be taking Cian’s heart with him.
Chapter 9
Q
UINN
woke up wrapped in amazing warmth that seemed to be seeping into his soul, the sound of a heartbeat under his ear.

 

It was ironic that he’d traveled halfway across the world to find the kind of man he’d always dreamed of, and soon he was going to have to leave him behind.

After turning his head, he pressed a soft kiss to Cian’s chest. He didn’t want to leave him, but he knew he had no choice. As much as Cian had come to mean to him, he couldn’t leave his family forever. They were the ones who’d been there for him his whole life, and he knew that without them, he would just feel too lost to be good for anyone.

Cian deserved better than that.

 

“Stop thinking so hard. You’re wakin’ me up, love.” Cian’s soft lilt sent shivers of pleasure up Quinn’s spine.

“Sorry,” Quinn whispered. “I can’t help it.” He snuggled in closer, the smell of Cian filling his nose. He smelled musky and sweet, and Quinn would remember it forever.

Those strong arms tightened around Quinn, making him feel safe and cherished.
“I
KNOW
.”Cian ran his hands up and down Quinn’s back for a few minutes.

Quinn arching against him like a cat made him smile. He was so sensitive to Cian’s touch, and when Cian thought of the man who’d had this gift and thrown it away, he couldn’t help but be shocked. Anyone who gave this up willingly was a complete moron.

He chuckled at his own train of thought, and it caused Quinn to look at him. “What’s so funny, O’Reilly?”

 

Cian just grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled Quinn up to kiss him. It was sweet and contained every bit of feeling Cian could put into it.

“Just you, sweetheart. Being with you just makes me smile.”
Quinn’s answering blush was adorable.

Cian pushed him over and leaned down to kiss him again, a little dirtier this time. They were both panting when Cian pulled back and rolled off the bed. He stood there, completely at ease with his own nakedness.

“I need to make a pit stop, and then I was hoping to entice this adorable blond in my bed into taking a shower with me.” He bent to run a finger down Quinn’s chest until his hand disappeared under the sheet slung low on Quinn’s hips.

Cian gave Quinn’s semihard cock a few lazy strokes, grinning at the hitch in his lover’s breath, then turned and walked to the bathroom, stopping once to look back over his shoulder. “What do you figure my chances are, Quinn?”

Quinn’s answering grin and the tent in the sheet were answer enough. Cian continued to the bathroom, a sound between a chuckle and a growl leaving his throat as he closed the door.

Q
UINN
stretched languidly on the bed, smiling at the pleasant ache in his ass. He’d thought making love with David had been the best he would ever get. Now he knew David had never been in love with him. Most likely, he hadn’t even liked Quinn all that much.

Sex with Cian had shown him what it was like to have the person he was with put Quinn’s needs first. The feeling was magical.

Fuck, he was being such a sap, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. If this was all he was going to have of Cian, this small amount of time, then he was going to take advantage of it.

Quinn looked over as the bathroom door opened and Cian stuck his head out. He could hear the shower running already.

“Comin’?”
Quinn grinned slyly at him. “Not yet, but I bet I will be soon.”

Cian barked out a laugh and ducked in the door as Quinn threw the sheet back and jumped off the bed to chase after him.

 

Quinn slid into the bathroom and took a couple of minutes to brush his teeth before joining Cian in the shower.

 

When he pulled the curtain back, the view he got took his breath away.

Cian dry was beautiful. Cian naked and wet, washing his hair, was mindblowing. His arms were up, his hands scrubbing shampoo through his hair, pulling the muscles in his chest and stomach tight.

Quinn watched as soap bubbles slid down over tanned skin and hard muscle. His gaze was drawn to Cian’s cock. It was hard, arching proudly toward his stomach, and just the sight of it almost brought Quinn to his knees.

Cian looked at him then. “See something you like, Donovan?” Cian was teasing, but Quinn could only stand there, nodding slowly, slack-jawed, his mouth too dry to speak.

Cian laughed and reached out with soapy hands to grab Quinn by the arm. He pulled him against his chest and reached out to flick the curtain closed again. The feeling of Cian’s warm, soap-slicked skin against him had Quinn moaning. Cian slid his arms around his waist and pulled him flush against his body. Quinn lifted his arms, sliding them around Cian’s neck as the other man leaned in and nipped at Quinn’s mouth before pressing their lips together insistently. When he gasped, Cian took advantage and used it to push his tongue into Quinn’s mouth. They kissed hungrily as their bodies slipped and slid together.

Cian turned them so Quinn was under the warm spray. He grabbed the soap and slicked up his hands before washing away the night before’s remnants of their lovemaking.

Quinn stood quietly, letting his hands gently explore Cian’s body as he was washed, and then doing the same for Cian when he finished. There was none of the urgency of the night before, and Quinn enjoyed the relaxing feeling.

“We have to go today.” Cian’s voice was in his ear.
“I know.” Quinn smiled softly up at him. “But not quite yet.”

With that, Quinn started kissing and sucking his way down Cian’s neck and chest. Cian bought his hands up to cradle the back of Quinn’s head, not directing his movements, just supporting him.

When Quinn sucked a nipple into his mouth, nipping down before teasing it soothingly with his tongue, Cian’s cock twitched. He continued his exploration of Cian’s body with his mouth, licking… sucking… tasting… as he sank slowly to his knees.

Quinn nuzzled Cian’s belly, teasing his tongue around his navel, dipping his tongue in, tasting bitter soap for a second before it was washed away by the water still cascading down.

Quinn looked up, grinning at the look of bliss in those gorgeous blue eyes. He leaned in, licking at the slit of Cian’s cock, watching it jump and then sliding it into his mouth.

If the water was warm, the cavern of Quinn’s mouth was hot, the sucking pressure pulling Cian in and causing his hips to buck of their own accord. “Jesus, Quinn, gonna kill me.”

Quinn shifted his hands to Cian’s hips, gripping tightly for a minute and then sliding around to slick over the cheeks of his ass. He pulled Cian deeper into his throat, not caring about the saliva spilling out of it and down his chin. If he couldn’t be messy in the shower, then where could he?

“Baby, don’t forget to breathe.” Cian’s voice was strained, but the concern in it pulled at Quinn’s heartstrings. “Shit… nuh… your mouth is fucking perfect, Quinn.”

Quinn just kept bobbing his head as he used one hand to grip Cian’s ass hard and the other to stroke the velvety soft skin of his sac. He loved touching Cian… wanted to touch him everywhere.

Quinn’s cock hung hot and heavy between his legs, throbbing with need, but he ignored it. This was about Cian, making him come apart under Quinn’s mouth and hands. Quinn stopped suddenly, causing Cian to whine, but Quinn had something else he wanted to try.

He put his hands on Cian’s hips and turned him toward the wall. He stood for a second to turn the showerhead so Cian would stay in the spray before kneeling again.

Cian pillowed his head on his arms, willing to do whatever Quinn wanted. He looked back over his shoulder as Quinn smiled in awe at his ass.

Quinn leaned in and placed gentle kisses down Cian’s spine and then nipped at the swell of his ass. He moved his hands from Cian’s hips to spread the cheeks apart, baring the most intimate part of him to Quinn’s gaze.