Chapter 11 #2
I shift on the mattress and tug at his shorts.
Connor lifts his hips to help me slide them down his legs until he’s lying there wearing nothing but those bright pink briefs.
The man is a goddamn masterpiece—solid muscle from head to toe, his cock straining visibly against the thin fabric in a way that makes my mouth water.
“Keep looking at me like that, and you’ll make quick work of me,” he says with a rueful huff.
I lick my lips and reach to pull the last bit of clothing from his body.
“Wait,” he says, and I freeze, glancing up at him in question. He grabs my legs and yanks me back over his middle before picking me up and flipping us so smoothly that I end up pinned beneath him. The unexpected manhandling leaves me gaping, my erection throbbing hard inside my jeans.
“Fair’s fair,” he murmurs. His lips crash into mine as he reaches between us, making quick work of loosening my pants. “I want to see you.”
He lifts off me just enough for me to see the obscene bulge straining behind his bright pink underwear. My jeans are pulled down my legs, and an audible groan climbs from his throat the moment he realizes I’m bare underneath.
“Fuck, you didn’t tell me you were going commando all night.” His tongue slides over his lips as he pauses and stares. “Can I…” He trails off, suddenly looking shy for the first time tonight.
“Can you what?”
“I’ve never really seen another man’s cock… I mean, I’ve been around plenty at the gym, but I haven’t paid attention. Can I look? At you?” He’s so fucking sweet as he glances up at me, waiting for permission while still wearing those ridiculous pink briefs.
“Of course,” I say softly.
He flashes me another dimpled smile and wrestles my jeans the rest of the way off, tossing them onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Then he leans in, moving almost reverently as he settles on his belly between my spread legs.
“It’s… cute.”
I prop myself up on my elbows and glare at him. “Excuse me? Did you just call my dick cute?”
He laughs, glancing between my face and my very eager erection. “I mean, okay, you are quite a bit bigger than me, which is frankly unfair because you’re so skinny.”
“Wait,” I choke out. “First my dick is cute, and now I’m skinny?”
Connor’s cheeks turn red as he tries to keep a straight face. “Come on, you gotta admit it’s cute. It’s wearing a tiny turtleneck.”
“Tiny?!”
“Like it’s ready for winter and building itty-bitty snowmen.”
“Connor!” I shout, springing up to tackle him. He’s laughing so hard he barely resists as I push him back onto the mattress. We crash down together, and he wraps his strong arms around me, still chuckling.
“I wasn’t done looking,” he complains.
“No?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
“No. But if you won’t let me look anymore…” He pauses, biting his lip like he’s carefully weighing his next words. “Can I ask you for something else instead?”
“Depends on what it is, chippoke.”
He hesitates for just a second. “Can I touch you?” he asks, softer this time but still laced with that confident edge.
My teasing fades as I lean down and drop a gentle kiss on his lips. “If that’s what you want, then yes. But there’s no pressure to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, okay? No expectations, just like you said.”
“I know I don’t have to,” he murmurs, “but I want to. Like… I really, really want to touch you.” His voice turns playful again as he slides back down the bed and settles on his stomach between my legs. “Don’t make me use a dare.”
His fingers glide slowly up my inner thigh and through the crease of my hip, tracing over my groin without quite touching me.
My cock throbs, pushing hard off my body.
For a man who has never been up close and personal with another dick, he sure knows how to tease one.
His knuckles graze my balls and slide up the underside of my erection before his thick fingers finally wrap around my length.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he mumbles, completely focused as he explores. His thumb traces over the tip, then he forms a loose fist and gives a slow, experimental pump before he strokes me a second time with a firmer grip. The flushed head pops free, and he stills, eyes wide.
“Am I going to hurt you?” he asks as he glances up at me.
“Holy shit, you’re so sweet,” I mutter, falling back onto the pillows. “No, you won’t hurt me.”
He tightens his grasp and starts stroking me in a steady rhythm, the tip of his tongue caught adorably between his teeth as he concentrates. My chest flutters at the sight, but then he cups my balls with his other hand and coherent thought completely deserts me.
His eyes flick up to meet mine as he inches closer. “Fuck, I like hearing you,” he murmurs. “Can I just… I want to taste you. Just a taste…” Wet heat makes my muscles jump as his tongue swipes over my tip. “God, that’s… I need more. Can I have more, sweetheart? Please?”
The realization that Connor is both very verbal and a shameless beggar makes me dizzy. I reach down and weave my fingers through his hair, gripping gently. “You can have more,” I tell him. “Take what you need.”
The heat of his tongue slides across my cock once more, and he lets out a soft whimper. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he moans, wrapping his lips around the head and suckling gently.
He’s everywhere at once—taking long swipes over my slit, flicking across the head, licking delicately under my foreskin. The whole time he maintains constant suction. It’s enough to drive me crazy but not enough to push me over the edge. He stares up at me as he takes another inch into his mouth.
“You’re doing so good,” I praise as he slides the ring of his lips along my length and tries to suck with more enthusiasm.
A few times he loses the suction, and the wet, obscene sound of him popping off my cock only makes me harder.
A deep moan vibrates up my shaft as he flexes his hips, rocking against the mattress until the muscles of his ass indent on either side.
Spit leaks from the corners of his lips as he bobs up and down, taking only a few inches at a time.
The glide of his tongue combined with the sight of his grinding, toned body pushes me into overdrive.
When he grips the root of my cock with one hand, my hips thrust forward on instinct.
He gags and pulls back to catch his breath.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I murmur, trying to still my greedy hips.
“No, don’t apologize,” he rasps, pupils blown and eyes wild. “Don’t restrain yourself. Fuck my mouth, sweetheart. I want to feel it, okay? Please?” He wraps his lips around me again and sucks, so eager to please that it shreds the last of my inhibitions.
Fisting my hand in his hair, I pull him lower and guide his fingers to wrap around my shaft. “Put your hand here. That’ll let you control how deep I go and keep me from giving you more than you can handle.” I tug him forward until his lips meet his hand. “Is that too much?”
His eyes meet mine and he shakes his head, refusing to stop.
He moans louder around me as I give a slow, deliberate roll of my hips, sliding deeper into the wet heat of his mouth.
We build a steady cadence together—my cock gliding between his lips at the same rhythm he thrusts against the mattress.
Another desperate whimper escapes him as he suddenly breaks our rhythm, his hips jerking more erratically.
His ass flexes hard, faster and faster, until his mouth falls open and he rocks into the bed with a broken wail.
God, he’s fucking glorious like this.
“Connor, talk to me,” I say, gently lifting his head. Spit webs between his swollen lips and the slick length of my cock, and another helpless noise tears from his throat. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” he whines, the powerful muscles in his thighs and ass rippling as he grinds against the sheets.
“You don’t want to finish like that. Not when I’m right here to help you.” I pull away from his mouth even as he protests and reaches for me. I catch his wrist and smile when those hazy, lust-drunk eyes finally meet mine. “Let me do it. Let me take care of you. Be a good boy and lie back for me.”
We swap positions, and I drink in the sight of him in his desperate state.
His erection strains hard against the bright pink briefs, a wet spot the size of a half-dollar darkening the fabric.
My fingertips skim up the inside of his thigh, and he whines again when I trace the shape of his cock through the thin material.
“Tai,” he gasps, hips jolting up into the air. “Tai, I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, you aren’t,” I soothe, returning to gentle strokes along his legs and hips while deliberately avoiding his erection. He’s on a hair trigger, and I’m barely even touching him. “You haven’t let me see you yet. Is it okay if I take these off?”
My fingers hook into the waistband of his underwear, and he nods quickly, his abs flexing as he curls up to watch.
“Look at you,” I praise softly as I slide the briefs down over the curve of his ass. “How perfect and needy you are for me.” His cock catches on the elastic before springing free to rest against his stomach. My palms drag slowly up his groin and hips, cataloguing every flex and twitch of muscle.
I’m careful not to brush his oversensitive length as I stare at him.
Dark, dense curls cover his groin, trailing upward in a thick line that meets his navel—the very path I’ve been eyeing for days.
The head of his cock is flushed a deep, angry red with pent-up arousal, slick and shiny with the precum that had soaked through his underwear.
“Please touch me,” he whines. “It hurts. I need it so bad.”
My fingers glide closer, raking gently through the coarse hair at the base of his cock as he moans and squirms beneath me.
Unable to resist, I lean down and press my face into his skin to breathe in his masculine scent.
That small contact alone has him gasping and rutting helplessly against my cheek.
I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, then drag my tongue slowly up the side of his shaft.
I blow a cool stream of air across the wet skin, and his cock flexes hard under the sensation.
His hips thrust up into the air again. “So good,” he murmurs, jerking in small, frantic movements as he chases relief. “So fucking good… please let me come. I need it, Tai. Please. Give me what I need?”
“Tell me what you need,” I say, my lips wrapping around the side of his cock and sliding upward. He tenses as my tongue swirls over the sensitive head.
Teeth gritted, skin flushed pink, and veins standing out along his neck and forehead, he manages a broken, begging grunt. “You… I need… I need—”
I lick another slow path down his length and back up, and he cries out sharply as his hips snap forward. A thick splash of cum lands across my cheek as he arches off the bed, his entire body locked tight.
“Fuck,” I gasp, quickly sucking him into my mouth.
The next pulse erupts hot across my tongue as I take him deeper.
The rhythmic thud of his muscles pulses against my lips while his release spills down my throat.
His shouts are loud and desperate, raw enough that the rooms around us must be able to hear every sound.
I pry his white-knuckled grip from the blanket and guide his hand to my cock. Never once releasing the suction around him, I wrap his fingers around my length and cover them with my own, thrusting through the tight cage of our joined hands.
I’m forced to swallow around him as I drive forward again and again.
A deep moan vibrates around his cock as the pressure that’s been building since he first put his lips on me finally breaks.
The sight of him unraveling beneath me the final push I need to tumble over the edge, and my orgasm crashes over me hard.
Warmth spills over both of our fingers, making everything slippery as I keep fucking his hand in shallow, desperate thrusts.
The wet, obscene sounds are almost as loud as our pleasure-filled noises, and I continue moving until I’m completely spent.
By the time we both come down, we’re sweaty and limp-limbed.
I slide my tongue over his softening cock one last time before releasing him, and his starry-eyed gaze finds mine.
“C’mere,” he says, voice completely wrecked.
I climb up his body and drop a long, tender kiss on his lips before settling beside him on the bed. “That was fucking incredible,” he murmurs as he catches his breath. “Hands down the best sex of my life.”
I snort a quiet laugh. “Don’t lie to me, chippoke.”
He grabs my chin with his clean hand, expression suddenly serious as he forces me to hold his gaze. “No lies, Tai. Not with you.”
Emotion clogs my throat as I nod, blinking away the sudden burn behind my eyes. He tucks me back into his arms, and for a long time we simply lie there curled around each other. The room is silent except for the sound of our slowing breaths and the steady beat of our hearts.
Reality screams at me to put some distance between us, and save myself before I fall any deeper.
But as I nuzzle closer into his chest and feel the soft tickle of his chest hair against my cheek, I know I won’t.
I’m going to ride this train until it’s too late.
When it inevitably derails, I’ll have no one but myself to blame while I’m still inside it, clutching a man who was never really mine to hold.