25. Connor
CHAPTER 25
CONNOR
I could’ve stayed in that pool until the sun went down, exploring Alex’s mouth like we had all the time in the world.
Naturally, though, the alarm on my phone rudely went off.
I gave a bitchy little groan of protest, reached past him, and silenced the stupid thing. Alex took the opportunity to kiss my neck, and… oh, fuck, maybe the steaks could wait a few more minutes.
I pressed against him, and we both gasped when my hip brushed his thickening erection. I hadn’t intended for us to get anything started—hadn’t imagined either of us had anything left after earlier—but I didn’t mind being wrong.
I rubbed more deliberately against his cock and purred, “Somebody’s getting excited.”
His breath was a hot, ragged huff, and then he lifted his head to find my lips again. “I’m always excited when you’re touching me.”
I hummed into his kiss and nudged him toward the edge of the pool.
“We should eat,” he murmured, though he didn’t sound too insistent. “We can pick this up again after lights out.”
I moaned as I slid my hands up his back. “Or you could sit up on the edge of the pool and I could blow you.”
Alex swore softly and pressed against me, his hard-on rubbing through the thin fabric of our swim trunks. “Fuck…”
“Like that idea?”
“I always like the idea of one of us blowing the other.”
“Then why are you still in the pool with your shorts on?”
He stole another kiss, then slipped off his shorts and tossed them up on the side where they landed with a wet slap. He hoisted himself onto the edge and grinned down at me, stroking his hard dick. “You sure those steaks can wait?”
“They can definitely wait,” I growled, and pushed his knees apart. “This, however, can’t.”
He took a breath as if to say something, but then his cock was in my mouth, and the only sound he made was a low moan. I was pretty sure I did the same. I couldn’t help it when I was licking and teasing my way down his thick, hard dick. I tongued everything from the head down to his balls and back, and he murmured encouragement the whole way.
When I closed my hand around his shaft and started stroking, focusing my mouth on the head, he shivered hard.
“God, Connor…” He stroked my hair. “Oh fuck, that is so good.”
It was. I loved this. And since I’d already gotten him off once today, it was going to take a while for him to come this time. Perfect—that just meant I could absolutely lose myself in the bliss of sucking him off. I teased him all over. Stroked him. Fluttered my tongue here. Swirled it there. I trailed my fingertips back and forth over his balls, which had him gasping and cursing. I couldn’t finger him in this position, but he didn’t seem to mind what I was doing.
My jaw ached and even my tongue was getting tired. I didn’t care. I couldn’t get enough of Alex’s whispered curses and sharp gasps. I’d do this until my lips went numb if it meant listening to him egg me on and come unraveled.
After ages, he leaned back, resting a hand on the ground as he kept the other on the back of my head. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth is… oh my God…”
I couldn’t help groaning as I took him deep again, and I loved the way that made him gasp as his fingers twitched in my hair.
“Please make me come,” he begged. “Please—fucking hell, Connor, I want to come.”
I would’ve licked and sucked him for ages just because I enjoyed giving him head, but I was suddenly eager to give him exactly what he wanted. I suddenly wanted it too. I wanted his cum, and I wanted it now.
Still licking around the head, I tightened my grip and stroked him faster, and I was rewarded with a barrage of curses only a Sailor could muster. His dick got even harder in my mouth. His breathing turned rapid and sharp.
My head spun as I gave him more, stroking him harder and faster as I teased with my lips and tongue. I loved when he was this close, and the anticipation of his orgasm turned me on like I was the one about to come.
Then his thighs clamped against my shoulders as a choked moan escaped his lips, and his hips bucked as his cum spilled onto my tongue. My own voice mingled with his; I fucking loved when he came in my mouth, and I was anything but quiet as I drove him on.
“Jesus fuck,” he breathed as he shuddered one last time. “I was… not expecting that.”
I let him slide free from my lips, then gazed up at him, loving the sight of his flushed skin and the bliss in his eyes. “Surprise?”
He grinned down at me and stroked my hair. Then, with my help, he eased back into the water, hissing as if it was colder than he expected. I pressed him up against the side and kissed him, and he whimpered as he held on and searched my mouth for every last taste of himself.
His palms slid up my back, and when he broke the kiss, he met my gaze with pure satisfaction in those blue eyes. “Have I mentioned lately how much I love your mouth?” he slurred. “Because I fucking love your mouth.”
I laughed softly and kissed him. “Well, good. Because I like having your dick in my mouth.”
For a heartbeat, I thought he’d roll his eyes at the admittedly corny comment, but he just slung his arms around my neck and came in for a longer kiss. His hip brushed my hard-on, making me gasp, but it wasn’t enough to make me break the kiss.
After a moment, though, I murmured, “I should go make dinner.”
“Mmhmm. Maybe.” He slid a hand between us. “But maybe I should take care of this first?”
Anything I’d might’ve said vanished from my brain as he rubbed me through my swim trunks.
His lips curved against mine. “Dinner can wait. Lose the shorts.”
I didn’t argue.
* * *
Somehow, I was still able to walk after Alex worked his magic. Getting me off took a few minutes, sure, but I got there, and we both got out of the pool so I could get dinner started. Neither of us wanted to put our wet swim trunks back on, so we just wrapped sun-warmed towels around our waists.
We ate at the cabana table, then lounged in the sunchairs beside the pool, beers in hand.
I definitely couldn’t complain about how this evening had gone. I couldn’t complain about any days or evenings I’d spent with Alex, but tonight was definitely in the top five. Blowjobs, a good steak, great company, the Spanish sun—what wasn’t to love?
Alex sipped his beer. “You know, we’ve got a long weekend coming up.” He let his head loll toward me, peering at me through his dark lenses. “Maybe we should take off somewhere.”
Excitement fluttered in my chest. “That sounds like a great idea. Any thoughts on where?”
Alex pursed his lips. “Depends on what you’re in the mood for.”
“I think you know what I’m in the mood for.”
Even the sunglasses couldn’t hide the way he rolled his eyes. “Well, yes, that part’s a given. But during the day? Out in public?”
“Ooh, right. That part.” I took a swallow of beer. “I’m game for anything, honestly. What about you?”
He seemed to consider it. “Well, if you feel like seeing how much your liver can handle and how little sleep you actually need, we could do Ibiza.”
I thought about it, then wrinkled my nose. “The thought of being that hungover in this heat… Yeah, maybe not.”
His laugh made my spine tingle; God, this man was gorgeous. “It’s not for the faint of heart, that’s for sure. Alternatively, we could do our usual and go play tourist somewhere.” He met my gaze. “Anything you’ve been itching to see?”
I considered that. “Well, there was that place up in Córdoba. The mosque that was turned into a cathedral?”
I loved how Alex’s face lit up. “The Mezquita? It’s really cool.”
“Any chance you’d want to hit it again?”
“Absolutely. Córdoba is great in its own right, too. A lot of really good food.” He paused. “Do you like Turkish food?”
“Oh my God, yes. I love it.”
He grinned. “Well, one of my favorite Turkish restaurants outside of Türkiye is in Córdoba.”
“Okay, so amazing food and a cool mosque-slash-cathedral? Sold. Let’s do it.”
The excitement in his expression had me tempted to whip out my phone and start making reservations right here and now. “Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Excellent. Do places book up out there? Like do you think we’ll have any trouble finding something?”
“Nah. This time of year, a lot of Spaniards are taking their vacations, and they head to the beach. Most people aren’t quite masochistic enough to go to Córdoba in August.”
“Are we that masochistic?”
“Why not?” He flashed me a toothy grin. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “So bring a lot of water and paint on the sunscreen is what you’re saying.”
“Probably a good idea.”
Yeah, it probably was.
Heat be damned, I couldn’t wait.