38. Alex
CHAPTER 38
ALEX
I arrived on Ibiza first. Connor would be flying in later this afternoon. He’d originally been expected to land shortly after I did, but his flight to Madrid was delayed. He’d texted to let me know they’d finally taken off, though, so he was on his way. Then he’d have to get on a later flight to Ibiza, and he wasn’t entirely sure when that would take off.
In the meantime, I had a few hours to find our rental, check in, grab a shower, and eat some lunch.
We’d found a villa near the town of Puig Manyá, which was about twenty minutes from the airport on the southeastern side of the island. On a rock this tiny, we weren’t far from anything, and if we decided to go partying, we only had to go about ten minutes to Ibiza Town or fifteen minutes to Playa d’en Bossa. Assuming we put on clothes long enough to venture out.
And once I arrived at the villa, the odds of us venturing out to party plummeted considerably. Not just because I wanted to spend as much time as possible with Connor, but because this place was incredible.
It was a two-story stucco house with a gorgeous kitchen, a huge living room with a giant flatscreen, and a bed that could comfortably accommodate an orgy. The second-floor terrace wrapped around three sides of the house, offering a beautiful view of the coast and the sparkling Mediterranean. There was also a small pool on the terrace, which looked like an amazing place to sit with some wine and gaze out at the sea.
As fun as it was to party on this island, that lost a lot of appeal when the alternative was holing up in this amazing villa with the man I’d flown here to see.
Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
I pushed that irritating voice aside. Ever since Captain Tucker had caught our scent, I’d been on edge. Not that we’d get caught, but that Connor would finally get tired of all the cloak and dagger.
Now we were kicking off our four-day trip with his flights getting delayed. He’d sounded thrilled about that, and I didn’t imagine it would put him in the mood for much besides a beer, a meal, and some sleep.
And it would probably remind him of what a pain in the ass it was to get someplace where he wouldn’t get caught with me.
As I leaned against the terrace’s stucco railing and gazed out at the Med, I couldn’t ignore the knot of dread in my stomach. Sooner or later, he was going to get tired of this. Some airport headache was bound to speed up that process, too; I hated flying even when things went smoothly, and I didn’t imagine he was enjoying this shitshow. Especially because he had to get on a different flight, which meant he had to navigate customer service in an airport where most people didn’t speak English. His Spanish was getting better, but trying to handle a stressful flight situation in a language you barely knew was not fun.
And his only reward is spending a few days with me.
I chewed my lip and thumbed the stucco. Well, I’d known from the beginning this would only last so long. Not much I could do except enjoy the time I had with him and try like hell not to think about the rapidly approaching end.
* * *
Just landed. Be there soon.
Awesome! See you when you get here!
I stared at the messages as my heart pounded. What kind of mood would he be in? I had visions of slamming doors and snapping remarks, but I reminded myself that was Tobias, not Connor. He could get irritated just like anyone, but he wasn’t like that . He’d never taken out his anger on me, and I had no reason to believe he’d start now.
No reason except too much experience with someone else who I’d thought would never do that.
I closed my eyes and wiped a hand over my face. I needed to get a damn grip. Even if Connor was in a bitchy mood when he got here—seriously, who wouldn’t be after the day he had?—it would blow over. We could chalk up today as a loss, take it easy, and start our actual vacation tomorrow.
I picked up my phone again.
Do you want me to order you some food? I picked up a few things earlier too if you’re hungry.
I’m good. Just ready to be there and not traveling anymore. (skull emoji)
Yeah I bet. Can’t wait to see you.
He didn’t respond, and I tried not to read anything into that. I needed to stop being such an insecure jackass and just enjoy this trip, and that included if Connor was in a mood when he got here.
Turned out that Connor was indeed in a mood when he got here… but not the one I was anticipating.
“Fucking finally,” he said as he stepped through the door. Closing it behind him, he met my gaze, and though there was fatigue in his eyes, there was even more fire. He took off his glasses, grabbed my belt and pulled me in, and he growled, “God, I missed you,” a split second before I was against the door with his mouth on mine. He pinned me there with his hips, and oh, hell, he kissed me like he meant it.
All my doubts—all my thoughts —scattered. I held on to him and whimpered as he explored my mouth as if he’d never touched me before.
When he went for my neck, I arched off the door, grateful for the support as my knees threatened to drop out from under me.
“You know what I was thinking about the whole way here?” he purred against my throat.
“Gonna… Gonna guess it didn’t involve going out partying.”
His laugh was a hot breath across my skin. As he rubbed his hard-on across mine, he said, “Not partying. Just… how much I wanted to be balls deep in you.”
The whine the escaped my throat didn’t even sound like me, but I didn’t care. “Y-yes, please?”
“Yeah?” He kissed beneath my jaw, then lifted his head to meet my gaze with eyes full of fire and need. “You want to get fucked?”
I didn’t trust myself to speak coherently, so I nodded.
His grin made my spine tingle. Licking his lips, he looked around. “Where’s the bedroom?”
It crossed my mind to suggest doing it right here against the door, but the lube was upstairs beside the bed. Without a word, I took his hand and led him to the staircase.
As soon as he saw the bed, he took the lead again, turning me around by my hips and claiming my mouth. We stumbled across the room until my calves hit the bed, but when I started to drag him down with me, he stopped me.
“Wait.” He started on his belt. “Let’s get all this shit out of the way first.”
“Love the way you think,” I said, and peeled off my shirt.
With our clothes scattered on the floor, Connor pulled me down on top of him, and… fuck yes. I loved the way this man kissed, but even more than that, I loved the way he touched me. His hands were always all over me, tracing every inch of skin he could reach. His touch was the closest thing to reverent I’d ever felt, and it made me even hotter than our rock-hard dicks rubbing together. Whether he was running his fingertips up my back or gripping handfuls of my ass, I loved it.
And that was before he licked his fingers and slid a hand between us. As soon as his fingertips started teasing my hole, I was shaking with need. We hadn’t had a night together since that hotel in Jerez over a week ago, and I needed his dick right the hell now.
For as eager as he’d been when he’d come through the villa’s door, though, he took his sweet time. He teased me open with one finger, then two. Then he added some lube and had me ride his hand as if I were riding his cock, and all the while he gazed up at me like I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Christ, I want to fuck you,” he whispered as he kept fingering me. “The other night, I thought about finally doing you raw and blowing my load in you, and I came so hard I almost passed out.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah? How did you think about it?” I lifted myself up and came back down on his fingers. “On top like this?”
He shook his head. “No. On your stomach.”
I couldn’t help moaning. I loved it when he topped me like that. It wasn’t the deepest penetration, but something about the angle and the way he’d ride me into the mattress—just thinking about it had me ready to blow my own load.
“You want it like that?” He sounded breathless already. “And you’re still good with no condoms? I brought some just in case you changed your mind.”
If I’d had any reservations, they were gone in an instant. “No condoms. And I want you any way I can have you.” I gazed down into his smoldering eyes. “I fucking love taking you.”
It was his turn for a lip bite, and he arched under us. “How about you get on your hands and knees, then?”
Sounded good to me.
I shifted positions, and he settled behind me. He put some more lube on me, then a generous amount on himself. When he guided himself in and teased my hole with the head of his cock, I moaned, my elbows threatening to shake out from under me.
I didn’t have to hold myself up for long, though. After he’d eased himself in a little, Connor whispered, “Down on your stomach.”
I sank down to the bed, and he followed, never once pulling out. I closed my eyes as his weight settled over the top of me. I didn’t know why that was so sexy, but it was, and I didn’t question it.
I especially didn’t question it because he started moving inside me again, and most of my thoughts went blank. He kissed the back of my shoulder, then nipped it as he pushed in deeper. I didn’t even recognize the sounds I was making, but I hoped they translated to “yes, please” and “give me more.”
He did give me more, but he didn’t pick up speed or thrust into me. Though I knew he’d hold back a little so we could still fuck over the rest of the weekend, I still expected him to drill me deep and hard. I expected a frantic quickie.
I did not expect the slow, perfect slide of his cock while he kissed my neck and held me close. I’d been close to coming the instant he’d walked in the door, my orgasm on a hair trigger after too long without him, but somehow he kept that finish just out of my reach. He rode me so painfully slowly that every nerve ending in my body lit up like runway lights, but he didn’t make me—didn’t let me—come.
“Connor…”
“Like that?” he purred in my ear as he eased back in.
“Yes. It’s…” I squirmed under him, trying to use my hips to coax him into moving faster. “Harder.”
His lips curved against my skin. “We’ll get there.” He kissed my shoulder. “I don’t want to come yet, though.” He started to withdraw as slowly as he’d pushed in. “I’ve been dying to have you. I need to feel you.”
“Oh my God…”
He kept at it, his strokes glacially slow, letting me feel every inch of him.
“Does it—how does it feel?” I rasped.
“So good,” he groaned. “So fucking hot and tight and…” He shivered hard, and he picked up some speed. I gripped the edge of the mattress and squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed and intoxicated by everything he did. None of my toys could ever compare to Connor’s dick moving inside me. There was no replacing the heat of his skin or the rush of his breath or just knowing we were as close as two human beings could be. No toy could ever match the low groans or the soft whispers of, “God, you feel amazing” and “I’ve missed you so damn much.”
I was so close to the edge it was painful, but somehow… somehow he kept me from going over it. I was in heaven and hell at the same time, utterly blissed out by everything he did, but also on the brink of losing my mind because I needed to come so, so bad.
“Please let me come,” I finally whimpered. “Connor, baby, I’m?—”
I’d go to my grave wondering exactly what he did, but he changed his strokes somehow, and I went careening over the edge with a helpless cry.
Behind me, Connor’s whole body jerked. He grunted in my ear, and then he moaned as he tried to push himself deeper. I rocked my hips as much as I could to drive him on, my head spinning as his orgasm forced a helpless cry from his lips.
Bottoming without a condom didn’t feel much different, but there was still something so amazingly sexy about him coming in me without one. I didn’t care about the mess. The closeness, the intimacy, the trust—it was all on another level with him, and that moment of release turned out to be mind-blowing .
He shuddered and sighed, and then he touched his forehead to the back of my shoulder. “Oh my God…”
“Uh-huh.” I let my own forehead fall to the pillow. For a moment, we just lay there, both of us trembling and trying to catch our breath.
Then he kissed my shoulder and pulled out. We got up on shaking legs, cleaned up, and returned to the thoroughly rumpled bed.
Connor collapsed onto the mattress and sighed heavily, letting the fatigue really show for the first time.
I lay beside him, propping my head up on my arm. “Long day?”
“Oh my God.” He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger before letting his arm fall beside him. “I should’ve taken the train to Madrid.”
“What the hell happened anyway?”
“Ugh, who knows?” He met my gaze again. “They made some long announcement in Spanish, and then in English, they just said the flight was delayed.”
I laughed softly. “That’s so helpful, isn’t it?”
“Gotta love not speaking the common language.”
“I know, right?”
He reached up to touch my face, and a tired smile pulled at his lips. “I’m here, though. It was a long day, but I got here, and now we have the whole weekend.”
I smiled back and stole a light kiss. “I don’t know how much of the island we’re going to see, though. We’ve got a ton of lube and a swanky-ass place to stay.” I half-shrugged. “Don’t really need to go out unless we really want to.”
Connor seemed to think about that. “Sounds like a plan.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me all the way to him. “To tell you the truth, it won’t hurt my feelings if we stay in this villa until it’s time to go to the airport.”
“Yeah?” I grinned even as an uncomfortable feeling set up shop in my chest. “You don’t think you’ll get bored?”
“I’ve got you. I’ve got plenty of food and lube.” He trailed his fingers along the shaved side of my head. “What else could I possibly need?”
A boyfriend you can see without jumping through all these hoops?
But I just smiled and let myself be drawn into his soft, affectionate kiss.
I wanted to believe this was enough for him, and not just for this weekend.
God, Connor. If you only knew how much I want to believe I really am enough for you.