Cayson smiled at him, holding up his wrist. “Better?”
“A little. Not enough.” Quick growled as he looked hotly at him. “I don’t like the thought of his hands on you. Come’re.”
Cayson dropped his bag and was in Quick’s arms faster than he thought he could move. Those strong hands rubbed up and down his back as Quick feasted on his mouth. He needed to erase everywhere Joe may have touched and replace the memory of it with his own mark. The coarse hairs on his beard brushed deliciously over his cheeks and Cayson moaned deep down to his toes when Quick sucked hard on his tongue. “Damn. I need you.”
“Say it again,” Quick demanded, unbuckling Cayson’s belt.
“Fuck. I need you, Rome. Just you. Need you inside me.”
It took a lot for him not to rip off Cayson’s clothes and pound his ass until he screamed Quick’s name, let everyone know who owned him. He’d own this man’s heart, he’d earn it the right way, and not by trying to purchase it like it was on sale at Macy’s. It was a much-needed revelation that his doctor wasn’t concerned with anything Dr. Joe could put into a box. Material possessions. So easy to buy and return them like they’re nothing. Because in actuality, that’s all those empty gifts were – things. Quick could already tell that Cayson wanted something that couldn’t be bought, that wouldn’t fit in a neatly wrapped box. Cayson wanted a love of epic proportions, he wanted a man’s heart, and Quick wanted to give him his. It was Quick that Cayson wanted, it was the man, not the stuff. Quick’s presence was worth more and valued higher than any present ole Joe could find in a catalogue.
Feeling like he’d won another round, Quick spun them until Cayson’s cheek and chest were against the door. He pushed in hard against him, using his bulk to pin him down while he massaged the hell out of Cayson’s ass. Not concerned with gentility or subtlety. He hoped he wasn’t turning Cayson off, but this was him, it was who he was. Sometimes, he needed to be in control of the situation. It fed his dominant urges and soothed his beast. He needed to handle Cayson like he needed air to breathe. Needed to possess him. There was something about the handsome genius that called to Quick on every spiritual and sexual level. He had no words to describe it, or lengthy explanations. The man just did it for him. He’d been around long enough to know when it was right.
“Need some stuff,” Quick bit out. His body was overheated, his hands burned to hold Cayson down, his cock weeping to be confined in his doctor’s warm channel. Cayson was maneuvering his pants just below his ass, spreading his legs as far as the restriction allowed. Oh, fuck. They didn’t have time to get naked, no time for foreplay, or even to find a solid horizontal surface. It was happening right here, right-the-fuck-now. This was going to be fast and raw. “Cays,” Quick groaned, pumping his erection against Cayson’s plump ass; that act alone making him want to shoot.
“In my bag. Front pocket,” Cayson finally managed.
Quick pushed his palm against the center of Cayson’s back. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
While he dug around in Cayson’s bag, he kept one eye trained on his man, pleased that he’d done what Quick said. He’d been a natural dominant from the moment he’d discovered who he really was. He hadn’t been able to explore much of his forceful side while he was married, since Vaughan’s mother was pretty conservative. He hoped he could try out all his fantasies with Cayson. Starting by taking him hard against the wall.
Quick tore the condom open and snapped it on his aching cock, wincing as he rubbed the lube up and down his shaft. He took two fingers and brushed them around Cayson’s hole, applying a little pressure. The tight flesh clenched and released under his touch as if it was talking to him… begging for more. “Your hole is so fuckin’ hungry.”
“Starving.” Cayson gasped when Quick pushed in the tip of his middle finger.
“I don’t need stretching. I’m still good.”
Quick smiled, burying his head in the soft, dark blond strands of Cayson’s hair. He inhaled deeply, because his doc always smelled so good. Like aftershave and his office, always so clean.
“You sure you’re ready, because I can’t hold back.” Quick swore as he got a solid hold on Cayson’s hip with one hand, the other he used to guide his cock towards heaven.
“Fuck, yes. Show me what you can do, Rome. Don’t hold back.”
As soon as the head of his cock was inside, they both choked on the intensity of coming together again. Quick took in several gulps of air. He hoped Cayson was ready, because he didn’t try to contain himself when he pushed the rest of the way inside Cayson’s body, not stopping until his pelvis was pressed against that supple ass.