5. Jules
JULES
The bedroom door clicked shut and Connor had him against it before Jules could take his next breath.
Connor’s hands pinned his wrists above his head, both of them caught in one large grip. The other hand found Jules’s jaw and forced his chin up.
“You don’t move unless I tell you to,” Connor said, mouth close enough that Jules felt the words against his lips. “Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Jules’s cock throbbed. “Yes, sir.”
Connor kissed him, and it was all consuming. His tongue pushed past Jules’s lips and took, licking into his mouth with a hunger that had clearly been building since the front door. Maybe since the office. Or maybe even since the club.
Jules moaned into it and tried to pull his wrists free, wanting to touch, needing to get his hands on skin. Connor’s grip tightened, holding him in place.
“What did I just say?”
“Don’t move.” Jules was already panting. “I heard you. My body has other opinions.”
“Your body answers to me tonight.” Connor’s teeth found his earlobe. He bit down and Jules’s knees buckled. Connor pressed him harder against the door with his hips, holding him upright. “Every sound. Every reaction. Every time you come. Mine.”
The word mine detonated in the space behind Jules’s ribs. He wanted to hear it again. Wanted Connor to brand it into his skin so he’d never have to wonder.
“Yours,” Jules said. “Yes. Now stop talking and finish what you started.”
Connor pulled back just far enough to look at him. Whatever internal war he’d been fighting about wanting a man, about wanting Jules, it was over.
He released Jules’s wrists. “Strip, then get on the bed.”
Jules had his jeans off in seconds. Boxers with them. He backed toward the bed without looking away from Connor, who stood by the door watching him undress with an expression that made Jules feel like prey. Willing, desperate, utterly fucked prey.
He sat on the edge of the bed, naked, hard, his cock leaking against his stomach.
Connor pulled his henley over his head and Jules’s mouth went dry.
He’d felt that chest against his own, but seeing it was different.
Connor was big. Built with the kind of discipline that didn’t come from vanity but from a man who liked to control everything, even his own body.
His shoulders were broad, his stomach flat and hard, and the trail of hair below his navel made Jules want to drop to his knees again and follow it with his tongue.
Connor pushed his slacks down. He was still hard, that gorgeous cock thick and heavy, curving up toward his stomach. Jules’s ass clenched at the sight because he wanted that inside him so badly he could barely think.
“Lie back,” Connor told him.
Jules did as told, spreading his legs without being asked. The way Connor stilled at the sight sent a surge of power through him that was intoxicating. He might have been the one submitting, but he was also the one making Connor Thorne lose his composure.
Both things could be true.
Connor came to the bed and climbed over him. The heat of his body was immediate and overwhelming. He settled between Jules’s thighs and their cocks pressed together. Jules groaned, his hips lifting to grind against the contact.
“I didn’t say you could move.”
“Then hold me down. Please, sir. I… I don’t know if I can stop trying to get more.”
Connor’s hand found his hip and slammed it flat against the mattress. His other hand gripped the opposite side in the same punishing manner. Both held firm pinning Jules in place, Connor rolled his hips forward in a slow, grinding thrust that dragged their cocks together.
Jules’s mouth fell open. His hands fisted the sheets. “Fuck! Please! Give me more.”
Connor did it again. And again. Each roll of his hips was controlled, intentional, dragging the full length of his cock against Jules’s. The friction was maddening. Jules’s thighs trembled with the effort of staying still while Connor ground against him.
“You’re shaking,” Connor observed. His voice was rough but steady, as if he were fighting at length to stay in control.
“Because you’re torturing me.”
“Is that what this is?” Connor’s mouth found his neck. He kissed below Jules’s ear, then bit the tendon there hard enough to make Jules cry out. “It feels like something else from where I am.”
“What does it feel like?” Jules turned his head to give Connor more of his neck, baring his throat because he trusted this man with it.
Connor’s mouth dragged down to the base of his throat. He sucked hard at the skin there, and Jules felt the bruise forming in real time. “It feels like I’ve been starving and didn’t know it.”
Jules grabbed Connor’s face with both hands and kissed him lest the other man see how deeply his words hit. He didn’t care that he’d been told not to move. Didn’t care about anything except tasting him, swallowing the groan Connor let out when Jules bit his lower lip and pulled.
Connor didn’t correct him for moving. His mouth dropped to Jules’s chest instead, tongue flat against his skin, tracing some unknown path. He found a nipple and sucked it between his teeth. Jules’s back came off the mattress.
“Sensitive?” Connor asked against his skin.
Jules smirked. “Keep going and find out.”
Connor bit down again. Jules swore and grabbed his hair, pulling hard enough that Connor rumbled against his chest. The sound vibrated through Jules’s ribcage and made his cock jerk.
Connor’s mouth moved to the other side, teeth and tongue working until Jules was writhing under him, his cock leaving wet streaks against Connor’s stomach as he fought against the partial hold the other man still had.
“You’re dripping,” Connor noted, looking down between them. His voice was thick when he added, “All over me.”
“That’s your fault, sir. Touch me. Fucking jack me off. Shove that big cock in my ass. Anything.”
Connor’s hand slid between their bodies and wrapped around both their cocks, stroking them together. Jules broke to swear, his hips bucking up into Connor’s fist.
“Christ, you’re big,” Jules panted. The feel of Connor’s cock against his, hot and slick and thick in Connor’s grip, was short-circuiting his brain. “I’ve been thinking about your cock since the office. Since I felt it against me and you pretended you weren’t hard.”
It was mostly true. He’d been thinking of it long before then too. Though he didn’t need the other man to know that just yet.
“I wasn’t pretending to not be hard.”
“You were. You were hard as a rock, and you let me walk out without touching you. Do you know what that did to me?” Jules rolled his hips into Connor’s grip. “I went home and jerked off twice thinking about what I’d do if you’d let me.”
Connor’s grip tightened. His strokes got faster. “What did you think about?”
“This.” Jules rocked into his fist. “Your hands on me. Your cock against mine. I thought about sucking you off at your desk while you graded papers. I thought about you bending me over it and fucking me until I couldn’t walk to my next class.
I thought about being on my knees in front of you while you lectured, hidden under that podium with my mouth full of you.
” He looked up at Connor, letting him see every ounce of want on his face.
“I thought about you every night, Connor. Every single night for years.”
Connor’s hand stopped. His breathing was ragged. He stared down at Jules with an expression that was equal parts shock and desire so intense it bordered on fury.
“Years?” Connor repeated.
“Three years, yes.” Jules held his gaze as he fought against the unease building in his system. “I’ve wanted you since before you knew I existed. If that scares you, I don’t care. You should know what you’re dealing with.”
Connor growled, letting out an animalistic noise that had Jules shivering..
He released them both and moved down Jules’s body fast. No preamble, no gradual descent.
He dragged his tongue down the center of Jules’s stomach, following the trail of precome, licking it off his skin, and Jules’s brain went offline.
“Connor! What are you—”
Connor’s mouth found his cock and took him in.
Jules’s spine came off the bed. “Fuck!”
Connor’s mouth was hot and wet and determined.
He didn’t have technique yet, but he had aggression, and that was doing the job just fine.
He sucked Jules deep enough to gag, pulled back, and did it again.
His hand wrapped around what his mouth couldn’t reach and stroked in a rhythm that had Jules grabbing at anything he could his hands on.
The bed. Connor’s hair. His own body.
Connor pulled off long enough to drag his tongue over the slit, collecting the precome pooling there. Jules watched him taste it. Watched his tongue slide across his lower lip. Watched his eyes darken with a look that wasn’t curiosity anymore. It was greed.
“You taste good, baby,” Connor said, voice heavy with his desire.
Jules fought against pointing out the endearment slip. Instead, he went for teasing as he replied, “Get back down there and have more, then.”
Connor took him deep again, continuing his eager chase for his partner’s release. Jules’s hand settled on Connor’s hair, gripping hard, needing the anchor while his professor sucked his cock like it was the only thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
“Oh my god. Oh fuck, Connor, your mouth—” Jules’s hips jerked up and Connor didn’t pull back. His hands clamped onto Jules’s hips and pinned them to the mattress, holding him down while he worked. “You feel so good. You’re so fucking good at this. How are you this good, you’ve never—ah—”
Connor groaned around him and the vibration made Jules’s vision white out. He pulled at Connor’s hair, harder than he meant to, and Connor’s response was to suck harder, take him deeper, his fingers digging into Jules’s hip with bruising force.