18. Alex
CHAPTER 18
ALEX
T elling him I’d be there in thirty minutes had been a mistake. If I’d said fifteen minutes, I’d be balls deep in him by now. One of us might have even come already.
But no, I was milling around on the sidewalk in front of his hotel, glaring at my phone and willing the last seven minutes to go by.
Connor was in there. Right now. In his room, probably on his bed, naked and ready for me to dick him down like I’d been dying to do. And what was I doing? Standing out here like an idiot.
Fuck it. I had five minutes now—somehow I didn’t think Connor would mind if I showed up a little early. Not if the absolute “get your pants off and your dick in me” in his eyes had been anything to do by.
I jogged up the hotel’s front steps and strode across the lobby. The elevator crawled down, because of course it did, and as soon as the doors were open, I jumped inside and jabbed the button for the fifth floor. I didn’t think I’d ever been more aware of all the grinding and groaning of an elevator’s mechanisms; it was just impossible to ignore this time how fucking slowly they were doing their thing. Or maybe time had just slowed down because I needed to get into that man’s room right the fuck now .
Mercifully, it got me to the right floor before the sun burned out, and I squeezed out through the slowly separating doors. I followed the numbered doors until I reached Connor’s. Once there, I double-checked I’d come to the right room, tapped the keycard against the reader, and when the light turned green, I pushed open the door.
Oh. Hell .
Connor lay back on the bed, completely naked with his hard cock in his hand. He watched me with hooded eyes as he stroked himself slowly, and I barely remembered how to shut and deadbolt the door behind me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
“Come here,” he ordered. “Doesn’t do either of us any good if you’re all the way over there.”
“No,” I murmured as I started unbuttoning my shirt, “but I gotta say—the view is?—”
“Alex.” He squirmed on the bed. “Please.”
I didn’t need to be told a third time. Shirt half-unbuttoned, I crawled onto the bed and on top of him. With his free hand, Connor grabbed my shirt and dragged me down to him, meeting me in a deep, needy kiss. It had only been half an hour since we’d been making out beside the men’s room, but I swore it felt like we hadn’t touched in years. Every nerve ending in my body lit up with desire as we kissed and pawed at each other. When was the last time I’d been with a man who could kiss me right into oblivion like this?
Last weekend, I believe.
Between us, we fumbled with my clothes, and we managed to get my shirt untucked and my pants undone. He’d barely wrapped his fingers around my hard-on before he pleaded, “Fuck me.” He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “God, Alex. Please. I want… I want…”
“Absolutely,” I growled. “Let me get you ready.”
“Already there,” he panted. “Just… Just need your dick.”
I couldn’t help groaning with pure need. He’d gotten himself ready for me, too? Fucking hell. “Lube? Condom?”
He motioned toward the nightstand, and sure enough, everything we needed was there.
Just rolling on the condom almost had me losing it. I was hardly a minuteman, but the sheer anticipation of burying myself in Connor had me right on the edge. As I put some lube on the condom, I raked my eyes over him, then met his gaze.
“Put a pillow under your ass,” I ordered.
Connor grabbed one, lifted his hips, and put the pillow under him. As soon as he’d settled onto it, I moved between his legs, pushed his thighs farther apart and pressed against his hole.
I hadn’t even pushed in yet when he breathed, “Oh, God…”
Grinning down at him, I purred, “You really want it, don’t you?”
“ Yes. God, I—ooh, fuck, yeah…” The bliss rolling across his face as I eased myself in was too sexy for words. I loved being with someone so responsive; just one careful stroke inside him, and he was already trembling and biting his lip like I had him on the edge.
I withdrew, then eased in a little deeper. Even though his face said it all, I couldn’t resist asking, “You like that?”
“Uh-huh.” He arched under me, and his eyelids fluttered before he fixed his gaze on me. “You feel so damn good.”
“So do you,” I murmured with complete honesty. I was no stranger to sex, definitely no stranger to topping, but being in bed with Connor made me high in ways I’d never experienced before. Maybe because this was all so new to him. Maybe because he was just so fucking gorgeous. Either way, I couldn’t get enough of him, and he moaned and gasped like he couldn’t get enough of me.
Fucking perfect.
“Been thinking about this ever since last time,” he said. “Just… so good.”
“Mmm, me too.” I leaned my hands on the bed beside his arms and picked up the pace a little. I wasn’t going fast or hard—not as fast or hard as I absolutely could if he asked—but it was enough to knock more moans and curses from his parted, kiss-swollen lips. “Like that? Or… more?”
“This is perfect,” he slurred. “Want to try it harder one of these days, but… this is perfect.”
My head spun, both at the arousal in his voice and the thought of doing this again. I didn’t know how we could make that happen, but in that moment, I’d have done anything to wind up like this with Connor again and again and again.
“I so want to switch sometime,” he murmured breathlessly, still furiously pumping himself. “But I just… I needed your… oh, God, yeah…”
I almost lost my rhythm. The hunger in his voice, along with the desire to fuck me like I was fucking him, had me dizzy with pleasure and anticipation. I wanted to come. I wanted to pull out, turn around, and beg him to top me before I burst into flames. I wanted to cry. Fuck , I just felt so damn good .
“Don’t stop,” he moaned, arching under me. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah?” I gazed down at him, absolutely mesmerized by the sight of this gorgeous man unraveling as I rode him. I couldn’t believe he was here. That we were here. That I was fucking him. That his beautiful body was laid out in front of me as he jerked himself off. I’d been so convinced I’d never have him like this again, and now I did have him, and it was perfect, and I was so damn close to losing it and?—
“Fuck!” I shouted, forcing myself as deep as I could as I came so hard the room turned white. “Oh my God…”
“Oh, that’s so hot,” he whispered, and he rocked his hips a little, which drove my orgasm out for another second or two before I collapsed over him.
“Jesus…” I pressed my forehead to his shoulder. “I… That caught me by surprise.”
He laughed and he didn’t sound at all put off that I’d come, even though he’d been close himself.
I kissed the side of his neck, which made him shiver. Then I pushed myself up on shaking arms and met his beautiful eyes. “Let me get take care of the condom. Then I’m going to finish you off.”
“Yes, please,” he growled, eyes afire with need.
I got rid of the condom and washed my hands in record time, then returned to the room where Connor was just like I’d found him before: lying back, naked, stroking his hard dick. Only now he was flushed and sweaty, and oh my God, that man needed to come right now .
I climbed back on the bed and settled between his thighs again.
“Oh, fuck, ” he groaned as I pushed two fingers into him.
“That good?”
“Yes. Oh my God. I’ve never… No one’s ever…”
“You’ve never been fingered before?”
“Not while I was getting jacked off, no.”
I licked my lips. “What about while you were getting blown?”
A harsh breath rushed out of his parted lips, and he whispered, “Never.”
“Well. High time we fix that, huh?”
I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I nudged his hand out of the way and went down on him. I licked and teased him for all I was worth, still finger-fucking him as he egged me on with whimpers and curses.
“Keep doing that,” he begged. “Keep—all of it. God, that’s so perfect. Oh my fucking—yeah, that’s so good.” He writhed and arched, fucking himself on my fingers while I sucked him off in earnest. I’d always loved giving head, but with Connor it was turned up to an eleven. I couldn’t get enough, and I wanted his orgasm like I’d wanted my own.
His cock thickened between my lips, and his words turned into slurs and moans, and then he growled, “Fuck. Fuck! Oh yeah, I’m—I’m coming.”
And a second later, his cum shot across my tongue, and I reveled in his helpless cries as I kept him going until he shuddered and sank back to the bed in a shaking, cursing heap.
I slipped my fingers free and lifted myself up on my arms, and I’d barely moved over the top of him before he hauled me down into his trembling arms. For a moment, we just lay there, shaking all over and breathing hard.
Then he kissed me softly. “Really… Really glad we bumped into each other in that club.”
I grinned. “What were the odds?”
As I sank into another kiss… yeah. I was seriously glad we’d “bumped into each other” in that club.
And even more blown away that it had been his idea.
Since when does anyone want me this much?