11. Connor
CHAPTER 11
CONNOR
T he train ride from Sevilla flew by. We weren’t even on a bullet train—well, we were, but it wasn’t running at full speed. We just cruised along at a moderate clip through small towns, farmland, and scrubby open space that reminded me a lot of Southern California.
The hour and fifteen minutes or so just went by fast because I spent the whole time talking with Alex.
We talked about the Navy. About the places we’d been. About some of the crazy shit we’d experienced from boot camp to our current command, though we both steered well clear of combat. I was grateful for that; a lot of people loved telling war stories, and it was even therapeutic for some. That wasn’t the case for me. Maybe it wasn’t healthy, and maybe I needed to talk about it, but that was what professionals were for.
Not the smoking hot corpsman who had no idea how much I wanted him. And definitely not out in public. If I was going to pick apart my worst memories, it was going to be in the privacy of my own home with access to alcohol and a place to heave in peace.
Whether it was because he didn’t like talking about it either, or he just didn’t bring it up, I appreciated that Alex didn’t delve into the subject. I was enjoying myself way too much to revisit that part of my past.
All too soon, the speaker above our heads announced that we would be pulling into El Puerto de Santa Maria. Most of the people in our train car got up, including Alex, so I followed suit. We put on our backpacks and headed toward one end of the car where several people were waiting by the door.
My stomach somersaulted as we stood there. I stole a glance at Alex, and though I felt like an idiot for it, I wished this wasn’t about to be over. As much as this weekend had been an exercise in more restraint than I’d ever realized I had, I’d enjoyed it. I enjoyed being with him. Lusting after him and checking him out when he wasn’t looking, yes, but also shooting the shit and just… being with him.
It pissed me off that the Navy would even frown on this much “fraternization” just because of our ranks. Even if they really wanted to die on the hill that officers and enlisted shouldn’t fuck, was it honestly so bad for us to be friends ?
The Navy didn’t give a shit about my opinion on the matter, though, and whether I liked it or not, the station we were rapidly approaching would be where we parted ways. We’d be back to passing in the halls of the hospital and interacting on a professional level while I spent every damn night giving myself tennis elbow.
I surreptitiously gazed at Alex, who was checking something on his phone.
Does this have to be over now?
Of course the answer was yes, but that didn’t stop me from mentally pushing back against it.
The train pulled up to the platform and stopped, and we followed the other passengers out. As we headed into the station, I peered up at the signs over our heads. “Okay, so…” I looked around. “Which way is the taxi stand?”
Alex glanced at me. “You took a cab?”
I shrugged. “I wasn’t sure what the parking situation would be.”
He nodded. “Makes sense. I, uh…” He hesitated, chewing his lip. Then he quietly ventured, “We’re, um, kind of heading in the same direction. I could drive you so you don’t have to spend the cab fare.”
Bad idea. Bad idea!
We needed to go our separate ways sooner than later, because every minute I spent in his company made me care a whole lot less about what the UCMJ had to say.
But I still asked, “Are you sure?”
“Why not?” He flashed me a smile that erased any lingering ability I had to turn down his offer. “Like I said, I’m going that way, too.”
I swallowed. Could my sanity really handle twenty minutes in the car with him?
Probably not.
Was that going to stop me?
Not a chance.
“Uh. Sure,” I said. “If, um… If it’s not too far out of your way.”
I was imagining the way his face lit up when he smiled. I had to be.
“All right.” He jerked his head toward the parking lot. “Let’s roll.”
Blood pounded in my ears as I followed him through the small station and out into the packed parking lot. He led me to a dusty red sedan, and as he popped the trunk, he said, “It’s not exactly a Rolls Royce, but it’ll get us there.”
I laughed and put my backpack in the trunk beside his. “Have you seen mine? I’m amazed the quarter panel hasn’t fallen off.”
Alex laughed, and I ignored the way that made my heart flutter. “We probably bought them from the same lemon lot.”
“Probably, yeah.” Almost everyone on base drove some kind of beater they’d picked up for next to nothing from a lemon lot; they were ugly, they sputtered, and the parts had probably been discontinued since 1982, but they could usually limp through a three- or four-year assignment. All part of the overseas duty station experience.
We got in, and Alex started the car, blasting the air conditioner. The car was hot as hell from sitting out in the sun for two days, but his A/C actually worked, and it quickly cooled things down.
He pulled on a pair of sunglasses, put the car in gear, and headed out of the parking lot. The conversation continued much like it had on the train—all things military—which was good, because I wouldn’t have been able to contribute to any deeper or more complex subject. Sitting this close to him, knowing this brief time together was dwindling down to mere minutes, had me restless, mentally flailing for some way to draw it out a little longer.
Futile and stupid, sure, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t get last night out of my mind, and everything about this weekend was making me reckless. I wanted him. The consequences of indulging felt about as real and tangible as the distant hills that were barely visible in the haze. No one would know, so who the fuck cared?
That was just the frustration from last night talking, and I knew it. I’d been on the dancefloor with a lot of very attractive men getting very physical with me, and now I just needed an outlet.
Do you believe that, Dr. Marks? Do you? Do you really?
No, but I kept feeding myself that line of bullshit as the highway took us closer to Sanlúcar. There was frustratingly little traffic on this infuriatingly straight stretch between El Puerto and Sanlúcar; Alex wasn’t even speeding, but we flew past the fields and tiny clusters of buildings. The only hinderance we encountered was a wagon being pulled by two plodding mules, but even they were off to the side so Alex could—and did—easily get around them.
As we passed the sign indicating the Sanlúcar city limits, I fidgeted in the passenger seat and cleared my throat. “So what made you pick Chipiona?”
Alex shrugged. “Cheaper than Rota or El Puerto. And I’m right on the beach.” He glanced at me, his grin making my pulse race. “Can’t really argue with that, am I right?”
“Yeah, that’s fair. I haven’t been out there yet. I drive by the exit for it all the time, but I’ve never stopped.”
“It’s a nice little town. Turns into a ghost town during siesta, but if you’re there when everything’s open…”
“Don’t they all turn into ghost towns during siesta?”
He wobbled his hand in the air. “Some more than others. I mean, they all button up pretty tight during that time, but sometimes you can at least find a fast food place or something if you’re desperate. Chipiona?” He shook his head. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen any tumbleweeds roll through.”
I snorted. “Same in Sanlúcar, at least down by the beach. I haven’t ventured into any of the fast food joints.”
“They’re not half bad, honestly. Kind of put the ones in the States to shame sometimes.”
“Do they?”
“Mmhmm. I try not to eat much fast food, but I mean, once in a while, a Big Mac hits the spot, you know?”
“Don’t tell any of my patients, but…” I nodded. “Same.”
He chuckled. “Secret’s safe with me.”
We exchanged glances over the center console, and my pulse ticked up another notch. I wanted a lot of secrets to be safe with him. I didn’t want to ask him to risk his career to fool around with me, but goddamn, if he wanted to risk it? I’d take him up on it and my lips would be sealed .
Say the word, Alex.
All too fucking soon, he pulled down my street. Easing to a stop behind my car in front of my house, he said, “Well. We’re here.” He turned to me, and was that… disappointment? It was hard to say, especially since he had on sunglasses, but his expression did seem to take a subtle downturn.
“Yeah. Yeah, we are.” I unbuckled my seat belt but didn’t reach for the door. I could barely hear the idling engine over my pounding heart, and when I met Alex’s gaze, he was chewing his bottom lip.
God, I want you so damn bad.
By some miracle, I kept those words from tumbling off my tongue. Because I did want him. And he was here. And I was here. And who the hell was going to know?
Maybe I still had some liquid courage left in me from last night, though, or maybe I was just too far beyond caring about consequences, because I finally said, “Do you, uh, want to come in?”
Alex took off his sunglasses, and he swallowed so hard, I heard it. Meeting my gaze without the dark lenses hiding his eyes anymore, he asked, “Do you want me to come in?”
My voice came out raspy: “You can park in the driveway again.” I gestured at the closed gate. “Don’t think anyone will see.”
He flicked his gaze toward the gate. Swallowed again. Looked at me again. “That… That wasn’t my question.”
If my heart beat any faster, he was going to need to drive me to the place we both worked.
To hell with it. I’d already put the offer out there—might as well own it.
“Yeah.” I moistened my lips. “I do.”
He studied me again, long enough I was sure he was trying to figure out how to politely remind me of all the reasons he needed to just drop me off and get the hell out of here.
I wasn’t ready when he said, “Open the gate.”
Oh, fuck yes.
I reached for the door. “I need to unlock it from inside the house. Give me a minute?”
He nodded, and I got out of the car. I fumbled with my keys on the smaller gate, but got it open. I was halfway up the steps when I realized I’d left my bag in his trunk. Oh fucking well. I had to fumble a bit with the keys on the door, too. As soon as the lock gave and the door opened, I hit the button for the gate, and it started to rumble open.
When Alex’s engine revved, I had a heartbeat to think he might’ve come to his senses and taken off.
He hadn’t. He turned into the driveway. As he shut off the car, I hit the button again, and the gate rattled closed behind him.
Then he was on his way up the walk.
Up the steps.
Across the porch.
Into the house.
And he didn’t stop once he was through the door. He kicked it shut behind him, and suddenly his hands were on my neck and his mouth was against mine.
Oh.
Holy.
Fuck.
Wrapping my arms around him, I stumbled back across the foyer until I hit the wall. Alex pushed me up against it, pinning me there with his hips as his fingers slid up into my hair. I had my hands on his back, gripping handfuls of his shirt as he stole my breath and my senses and every thought from my head.
Whatever I’d been imagining it would be like to kiss a man—to kiss this man in particular—turned to dust next to the reality. His lips were soft and assertive, and when he deepened the kiss, his tongue explored my mouth like he wanted to savor every taste of me. His fingers trembled against my scalp, and with his hips pressed so tightly against mine, I could feel every inch of his cock, thick and hard against mine. Some of the guys I’d danced with last night had been aroused, same as I had, but something about the way he ground against me—something about knowing this was Alex getting turned on by me —made it so much sexier this time.
I slid my hands up his back, loving the way he shivered in my arms. Watching him dance with other men had been hot. Feeling him—his heat, his reactions, his amazing body—was incredible.
Alex broke the kiss and touched his forehead to mine, panting hard into the narrow sliver between our lips. “Was this—” He paused for a gulp of air. “Was this why you wanted me to come in?”
“What do you think?” I growled, and this time I was the one to claim his mouth.
Oh, fuck me, that little moan? Easily the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. And felt. Because he was kissing me, and he was touching me, and his voice vibrated against my lips, and… how was this real?
I decided to get braver and slid my hands down. I hesitated when I reached his lower back, and he whimpered into my kiss as he ground his dick harder against mine. Dizzy with need, I ventured lower, and just like that I had two handfuls of the most perfect ass I’d ever seen.
“Goddammit,” he murmured. “Fuck. I want… I want you so fucking bad.”
It was a legitimate miracle that I didn’t come in my pants then and there.
“Yeah?” I squeezed his ass. “Same.”
He made a sound somewhere between a purr and growl, then came back in for another kiss. He kissed me deeper and harder this time, leaving gentle and assertive behind in favor of greedy and aggressive. I’d never been kissed like this in my life, and I loved it.
Suddenly his lips left mine, but before I could make sense of anything, he went for my neck, and I arched off the wall as he kissed up and down the side of my throat.
“Oh my God,” I breathed. “That is… Oh fuck…”
His lips curved against my skin. “Like it?”
“There is nothing you’ve done that I haven’t liked.”
“Good.” Then he was doing it again, his soft lips and coarse stubble on my neck driving my senses absolutely wild.
“Ungh. Alex…”
Another low growl as he kissed up from my collarbone.
“You know I’ve… I’ve never been with a man, right?”
“Mmhmm.” He kissed beneath my jaw. “I’m aware.”
I struggled to find my breath, never mind my voice. “So I might need… need you to guide me, but… God, Alex, I want to do everything with you.”
The groan he released had me grateful for the wall holding me up. I was already turned on to the point of delirious; realizing he was, too? That liquefied my knees and my spine.
He came up to meet my gaze. “Everything?”
I nodded. “Everything.”
He bit his lip. Then he slid a hand between us, and when he cupped my dick through my shorts, my knees actually shook.
“Oh, God,” I murmured, gripping his shoulders just to keep me upright. I couldn’t help pushing back, rutting into his palm as he teased me.
Alex made some sound low in his throat—something primal and hot and full of need. “You know this can only be a one-time thing, right?”
“Uh-huh.” I licked my lips and looked right into the fire in his eyes. “Guess we should make it count.”
Oh, that grin was too sexy for words. Drawing me back in, he murmured, “We’ll definitely make it count.”
His kiss wasn’t as aggressive this time. Instead, it was languid and all-consuming, just like the way he rubbed me through my shorts; it was like a promise to take his sweet fucking time with me until I was a wrung-out mess.
Please, please, yes, please.
“Not gonna lie,” he murmured between kisses, “I have fantasized more than once about fucking you.”
I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. “Oh God…”
“Might be a bit too much this soon, though. If you’ve never?—”
“I’ve bottomed before.”
He drew back and met me with a quizzical look. “I thought you hadn’t been…”
Heat rushed into my face. “I, uh… My ex-wife and I. She wanted to give pegging a try.”
“Ooh.” His eyebrows rose, interest sparking in those stunning blue eyes. “And did you like it?”
I ran the tip of my tongue across my lip. “I’ve done a lot of fantasizing about you fucking me, if that tells you anything.”
A shiver ran through him, and he closed his eyes as he squeezed my dick through my clothes and groaned, “Oh, fuck…”
“You want to fuck me?”
His eyes fluttered open, and they were full of even more fire now. “Yes. I absolutely do.” He licked his lips. “I want to turn you around and plow you right up against this wall.”
I almost choked on my own breath.
He wasn’t done, though. “But if I only get to be with you one time, you better believe we’re not going to rush anything.” He ran his thumb over the head of my dick, then lifted his hand away. “By the time we get to me fucking you, I want you begging for it.”
Oh, hell. Did he not understand that I was already at that point?
I swallowed. “Do you, um… Do you have condoms?”
He tensed, then nodded. “Yeah. In my bag.” He drew back. “Maybe I should get them before we get too carried away?”
Though I was sure we were well past carried away, I said, “Good idea.”
Alex kissed me once more, then let me go and gestured at the door. “Be right back.”
He slipped out, leaving the door open a crack so it wouldn’t lock behind him, and I closed my eyes as I listened to both my thundering heart and his quiet footsteps.
This was real. Alex wanted me as much as I wanted him. And he wanted to make this count.
I might die before this afternoon was over.
As Alex came back up the walk, I decided I was okay with that.
He stepped back into the house with his backpack on his shoulder and mine in his hand. He left mine by the door and raised his eyebrows. “Bedroom?”
I led him down the hall and into the same room where we’d picked out my clothes for the club. Why did that feel like it had happened months ago?
He put his bag on the mattress, rifled through it, and produced a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube. Then he put the bag aside, put the necessities on the nightstand, and faced me with a devilish grin on his lips. He hooked a finger in my belt loop and drew me in, not that he met any resistance.
“You came prepared,” I said.
His blush was adorable, and he shrugged. “Going clubbing, you never know…” He ran his hands down my back to my ass, and just before he kissed me, he purred, “Only one guy in that place interested me, though.”
“Funny,” I murmured against his lips. “I had the same problem.”
“Is that right?” He kneaded my ass, pulling me in tight against his hard dick. “Looked like you were enjoying some of the other guys.”
“So did you.”
“Mmm, I don’t mind dancing and getting felt up.” He turned me a little so I was leaning against the bed, and then he was going at my neck again. “But the whole time, I just wanted to take you back to the hotel and…” He trailed off into a moan.
Jesus Christ. Last night was suddenly a million times hotter, knowing Alex had been stealing glances at me. That while he’d been dancing and touching other men, he’d wanted to have his hands and body and talented mouth all over me.
And that was exactly what I wanted right now.
I tugged at his shirt. He got the message, stepped back, and peeled it off. I seized the opportunity and did the same, and then he was in my arms again, hot skin against hot skin as he kissed me like his life depended on it. The slide of his palms up my back was even more of a turn-on than him fondling me through my shorts; once he had unencumbered access to my dick, I was going to lose my damn mind.
I couldn’t wait.
I started undoing his belt, and he sucked in a sharp breath. For a split second, I thought I’d misread the situation and I was going too fast.
But before I could back off, he was fumbling with my belt, too. We undid them, and while we were at it, took off our shoes since we’d both completely neglected to do that in the foyer. Finally, everything came off, and when we came back together this time…
Oh fuck yes. Especially when he nudged me back and lowered me onto the mattress. I parted my thighs, and he settled between them, still standing beside the bed but bending down to kiss me as our cocks—with nothing at all between them now—rubbed together.
He kissed my neck. My collarbone. Then he teased my nipple with his lips and tongue and even his teeth.
I arched off the mattress just like I had the wall. “Fuck, Alex…”
He laughed, his breath rushing across my skin and giving me goose bumps. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“Oh, you have.”
“Just wait.”
“I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life to—holy shit!” I pushed myself up on my elbow and stared down as he ran his tongue around the head of my cock again.
He looked up through his lashes. “You were saying?”
“I…” Was I? I shook my head. “Nothing important.”
He grinned, and then that amazing mouth was around my cock. I kept myself propped up so I could watch. I could barely breathe. This was hardly the first time someone had given me head, but it was the first time in over four years, and it was definitely the first time someone had done it this well . This enthusiastically . God, this man sucked dick like it was his favorite thing in the entire world, and the whole damn room spun around me as he licked his way from head to base and back again. He didn’t neglect my balls, either—he teased them with featherlight fingertips and sometimes even his tongue, and I was surprised I could still breathe .
“I love what you’re doing,” I slurred. “It’s… oh, Jesus. But…”
He lifted his head, some alarm in his eyes. “What?”
I exhaled. “If you keep doing it, I’m gonna come.”
Relief took over his expression. “Well. We can’t have that yet, can we?” He pushed himself all the way up, dusted a kiss across my lips, and nodded toward the pillows. “Lie back over there.”
I shifted around, and he joined me, settling beside me and draping an arm over me as he met my lips in a long, sexy kiss. Having him like this was almost better than having his mouth on my cock; the latter would’ve made me come, but this was just… perfect. Tracing my hands all over him. Basking in the heat of his body against mine. Kissing someone who actually liked kissing and didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do something else.
Ever since I’d caught that first inkling that I was bisexual, I’d wondered if I would ever really know until I had sex with a man. But I’d been so turned on just fantasizing about Alex that I’d been pretty sure that ship had sailed.
If there did happen to be a lingering thread of doubt somewhere in my consciousness, though, it vanished. I loved everything about this. I loved the broadness of his body, the coarseness of his stubble, the low sounds he made—everything that said I was getting intimate with a man had me dizzy with hunger and heat.
That fact that it was this man?
Oh, God. In that moment I had no idea if any other person on the planet would ever turn my head again. No one existed except Alex and his artful, masterful kiss and his fucking amazing body. Nothing mattered at all except how much he overwhelmed me, how damn good it felt to be touched like this—intimately and hungrily by someone who actually wanted me—for the first time in years . I hadn’t even realized how touch-starved I’d been until now, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I was overwhelmed, and I wanted more .
I moved my hand from his hip into the space between us, and when I closed my fingers around his cock, we both whimpered. Alex shuddered as he pushed himself into my hand, rocking as if he wanted to fuck my fist. Then he was stroking me, too, and we fell into the most mind-blowing rhythm, pumping each other and kissing until we were both breathing too hard to keep making out.
“Jesus fuck,” he slurred against my lips.
“Uh-huh,” I murmured. “So damn good.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back, and I couldn’t resist—I went for his neck like he’d gone for mine. That was even hotter than I expected. His groan vibrated beneath his faintly stubbled skin, and he thrust harder into my hand. This was something I’d somehow missed in my fantasies—how hot it would be when he responded to the things I did. The little shivers. The lip bites. The moaned curses.
What would he look like and sound like when he came?
I was the one to groan that time, pushing hard into Alex’s tight fist as I imagined him falling apart. Could I make him forget how to speak? Because I was pretty sure he had me close to that point.
I lifted my head and whispered, “Roll on your back?”
His eyelids fluttered, and then he focused on me, the blue of his eyes almost lost to his blown pupils. It seemed to take him a second to process what I’d said, but he caught up and did as I’d asked.
I moved over the top of him, and my plans to go south were waylaid when he wrapped his arms around me and pull me down into a kiss. He parted his thighs for me like I’d done for him earlier, and oh hell, I hadn’t realized how hot it would be, getting on top of him like this. When I slowly rocked my hips, our cocks rubbed together, and Alex whimpered and arched under me.
“Fuck, I am so turned on,” he breathed.
“Yeah?” I grinned down at him, marveling at the sight of him this overcome with lust. “So you wouldn’t say no if I wanted to go down on you?”
His eyes flew open this time, and he swept his tongue across his swollen lips. “Don’t let me stop you.”
I laughed softly and kissed him again, but hesitated. “I, uh… I’ve never done this, so…”
Alex’s grin made my spine tingle. “You’ve gotten head before, right?”
“Of course. Yeah.”
“So you know what you like.” He carded his fingers through my hair. “Just do that—long as you don’t use your teeth, you’ll be fine.”
I snapped my teeth at him, and reveled in his burst of laughter.
“Smartass,” he muttered before claiming my mouth again.
I grinned against his lips, then indulged in a longer kiss.
I was still a little nervous about sucking dick for the first time, but I’d also wanted to for years . And he was right—I did know what I liked. How complicated could it be?
Before I lost my nerve, I broke the kiss, crawled down his beautiful body, and gave the underside of his cock a long, slow lick. Exhilaration ran through me like a surge of electricity, both from the realization that I was finally living out the fantasy of giving a guy head and from the strangled moan that escaped Alex’s lips. As I tentatively teased him with my lips and tongue, his legs trembled and his back arched, but he kept his hips almost completely still, which I appreciated. It was hot, watching a guy get his mouth fucked in a porno, but I wasn’t sure I was or ever would be ready for that.
This, though? Licking up and down the shaft and around the head? Taking him partway into my mouth while I stroked him with my hand? Driving those sharp, whispered curses out of him with little flutters of my tongue? Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck, yeah, I was ready for this.
“Connor…” He gripped the sheet beside his hip, clawing at it like he needed something to hold on to. “Oh my God, that’s good…”
I couldn’t describe the thrill. Not just sucking dick for the first time, but making Alex lose his mind like this. That was even hotter than the feeling of his thick, hard shaft sliding between my lips and against my tongue, and that said something. I’d always wondered how I’d actually like this, and it turned out I liked it a lot . I’d wondered what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth, and that part was great, but mostly I should’ve known how utterly fucking hot it would be to drive someone this wild. I’d always loved giving oral. Loved making a partner shake and gasp and swear. That part hadn’t changed in the least just because he had different equipment than my mouth was used to.
Holy fuck, this is so much better than I thought it would be.
Alex’s trembling voice just made it even much hotter. “You don’t… You don’t have to finish me.” He sounded like he was struggling to form words. “If you’re not… not ready for… Christ, Connor…”
I might’ve been ready for that. I was a little hesitant—it was new, after all—but right now, I was up for just about anything. Hell, if this was going to be the one and only time I ever got naked with Alex—and God only knew when I’d get near any other guy any time soon—then I wasn’t holding back.
I lifted my head, still stroking his spit-slick cock with one hand. “I kind of do want you to come. But I also want you to fuck me.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as he made a choked sound. Then he pushed himself up on his elbow so he could look at me. “I can come twice in a day.”
Ooh. Well, now that was an interesting idea.
“So can I,” I said with a grin.
He bit his lip, looking in that moment like he wanted to eat me alive. “We have all day. We can always fuck later.”
It was my turn to bite my lip as a shiver of anticipation went through me. “In that case…” I started stroking him again. “Just, uh, tell me when you’re gonna come?”
He nodded vigorously. “Of course. Always.”
We exchanged grins, and then…
Then I went down on him again, this time with a goal in mind. I pumped him harder. I focused my mouth on the head of his dick. I still wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, so I kept doing what I knew I liked—what would take me over the edge—and that seemed to work. Alex whined softly and trembled, and this time, he let his hips move just enough to gently push into my mouth. Not so much that he’d challenge my gag reflex, but enough to signal he was getting into this—that he wanted more. He was even thicker and harder now, sliding back and forth on my tongue, and the salt of pre-cum made the room sway; holy fuck, I was really going to do this.
A flash of doubt hit me— was I sure I wanted this? Did I really want him to come in my mouth?
“God, Connor,” he moaned. “I’m… I’m getting there.”
Yes. Yes , I absolutely wanted every drop of his cum.
I had the briefest worry that I might choke, but I quickly came to my senses and remembered that high-volume, high-velocity projectile cum was more of a porno thing than a reality thing. He wasn’t exactly going to blow out the back of my skull.
Sure I could handle whatever came—so to speak—I gave him everything I had. He got even thicker and harder, and exhilaration and anticipation crackled through me as his balls pulled up and his breathing got faster and sharper.
Finally, he rewarded me with the hottest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard, followed by, “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck!”
His hips jerked, and then, with a wordless cry of abandon that my neighbors back in Norfolk probably heard, he came. The rush of hot, salty liquid across my tongue was a new sensation, that was for sure, but I liked it. I swallowed without thinking twice, and I kept teasing him until he mumbled for me to stop.
When I pushed myself up again, I was treated to something even hotter—the sight of Alex lying there, flushed and sweaty with a hand over his face as he trembled all over and tried to catch his breath.
He lowered his hand and met my gaze, and a drunken little grin spread across his lips. I came up to him, and he pulled me down, and I didn’t have to ask if he minded kissing me after he’d come in my mouth. We made out lazily for the longest time as he held me against his feverishly hot body.
After a while, he touched his forehead to mine. “I want to return the favor, but I also want to top you. And I don’t want you to be too sensitive.” He carded his fingers through my hair. “Don’t worry, though—before I leave today, you’re coming down my throat.”
I almost came on him right then and there, but somehow, I held back. Sliding a hand up his chest, I whispered, “I’m not in any hurry if you’re not.”
He grinned, and then he kissed me again.
And no, neither of us was in any hurry for anything.