Chapter 32 #2
“Now, give me just a second, sweetheart.” He walks toward his room and pops his head inside, oblivious to the bomb he just dropped on me as I rush to swipe at my damp eyes.
“If you’re looking for me, I’ll be with Tai.
” A pause. “Yeah, all night.” A sharp wolf-whistle follows him into the hall as he shuts the door, his face beet red as he pulls his smile between his teeth.
Those lovely dimples form in his cheeks as he tries to hide it.
“Do you mind if I grab a shower?” I ask as we close ourselves inside the room. Not only am I still grimy from the show, but I need a moment to clear my head.
“Go ahead. Do you need anything?”
“Some water?”
“I’ll grab a few bottles while you get cleaned up.”
“Thanks,” I say before shutting myself into the bathroom.
A shaky exhale leaves me as I turn on the shower and strip my sweat-soaked t-shirt and pants.
The hot water relaxes my muscles as the last bit of confusing tension leaves me, but once I step out, I realize I’ve not brought any clothes in with me.
I wrap a towel around my waist as I brush my teeth. A whole new set of stressors flash through my mind. Will he think I’m being pushy if I walk out like this?
When did I start overthinking everything? It’s not like I wasn’t shirtless the entire time we were at the resort. It shouldn’t be a big deal to be half naked in front of him. He’s seen me fully naked already.
It’s fine.
I crack the door to hear his voice coming quietly from the bed. I scold myself for being nosy, but it doesn’t stop me from inching forward to listen.
“You’re going to get me in trouble,” he mutters. “Swear to god, it’s like I’m fucking fifteen again.”
I fight my grin, trying not to sound too amused as I call out, “Hey, Connor?”
There’s a long pause before he clears his throat. “Yes?”
“Are you talking to your penis?”
“Yes,” he admits with a sigh.
My embarrassment is forgotten as I walk out and spot his sheepish face.
The laughter dies on my lips as I take him in.
He leans against the headboard shirtless, so his hairy, broad chest is on full display.
Gray athletic shorts do nothing to hide his erection, and he pushes the heel of his palm against it.
“Are you trying to get rid of that?” I tease.
His eyes drop to my towel, where the bulge of my cock presses into the white cloth. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
His throat bobs as he swallows. “Didn’t want to pressure you,” he finally says.
I crawl over the mattress on my knees, the towel barely clinging to my body. As I get closer to him, I hesitate.
He notices immediately. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“Last time we were together, we didn’t even stop to consider a condom.”
He dips his chin in agreement. “Things were a little… rushed.”
“They were. After I got back, I went and got tested.”
“You mean after you thought I was having an affair with you,” he corrects softly.
I nod. “Everything was negative on my end.”
He pulls me closer for a kiss. “You’re the only person I’ve been with since my last checkup, and everything was negative for me as well. If you’re more comfortable being safe, that’s fine. Hell, if you’re more comfortable not doing anything at all, that’s fine, too.”
My gaze shifts down to his lap, where his cock pushes against his shorts. My finger slides up the prominent ridge, and it flexes underneath my touch. “I think we both know that’s not going to happen, Connor.”
“Still trying to be a gentleman,” he groans as his hips give a tiny flex.
I huff, watching him squirm. “Do you want to be a gentleman?”
“No.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Can I take your shorts off?”
“Please,” he murmurs.
I shudder, remembering how pretty he begs.
His hips lift as I pull down his shorts, leaving him in nothing but sky-blue briefs.
“You did say you were colorful underneath your clothes,” I tease.
A noticeable damp spot darkens the fabric.
I press my thumb against it, watching as precum stretches between the fabric and my skin.
Our gazes lock as I lean closer, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock. A loud moan escapes his throat as his hips twitch. “We’re supposed to be taking it slow,” I remind him.
“We are,” he agrees with a strained laugh.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck, no, sweetheart. I want you to keep going. Please keep going.”
The fabric of his underwear catches as I glide my tongue over it, exploring every inch of his shaft before finally taking the head into my mouth. I suck gently, savoring the way his hands grab at the sheets like he needs to ground himself.
“Oh, shit,” he gasps. “Holy fuck, I’ve missed you.” Untamed, needy moans crawl from his throat as I alternate between sucking and licking. When I pull away, the material is drenched and almost transparent.
“Let’s get these out of the way, why don’t we?” I tug at his underwear, stretching them over his round ass before he’s finally gloriously naked. I glide my fingers across his thighs and abs, playfully tugging on the strands of his dark hair.
“Feels so good,” he murmurs as his muscles ripple under my touch.
“No one has touched you?” I ask, purposefully avoiding his cock. He shakes his head frantically. “What about you, chippoke? Have you touched yourself and thought about me?”
“Only a few times,” he says. I pause at the guilty expression on his face. “I didn’t deserve to feel good after leaving you, but fuck, Tai, my body wanted you so badly.”
The confession sends a sharp stab of sadness through me, knowing I held a part in making him feel unworthy. “You always deserve to feel good,” I whisper, pushing my nose into the hair at the base of his cock before licking slowly up the underside of his shaft.
“So good,” he whines in agreement, fisting the sheets.
“There’s been no one else for me either,” I promise him. “I want to show you just how much I missed you, but I need something from you in return.”
“Anything,” he gasps.
“I want to hear just how much you’re loving it. Can you do that for me?”
He nods frantically. I lick across his tip once more before I surround him with my lips and take all of him at once. His thighs tense and hips snap up as he calls out, so desperately loud I’m certain these flimsy walls don’t contain it.
My lips start to move along his length, and he matches my pace with soft moans and gentle lifts of his hips. He doesn’t mindlessly slam into me, though. He rocks in a smooth, controlled way that sets fire to my restraint, picturing those hips swiveling in the same way while he rides me.
“Too good,” he groans as I grip his balls and roll them between my fingers. “Too good, it’s too fucking good. Will you get inside me, sweetheart? I need you inside me.”
I pull off his cock, eyes watering. “You want me to finger you?”
He nods again, head jerking up and down frantically. Spit drips down his taint and over his hole. I slide my finger to circle his rim, wetting him thoroughly before pushing against his entrance.
“Oh shit—yes, that’s what I want,” he moans. My finger slips inside him, and he clenches as I give a few lazy pumps.
“I always loved how needy you are, sweet boy. You’re so tight. Has anything been inside you since me?”
“No, nothing.”
I sink knuckle deep. “Not fingers or toys? You didn’t fuck yourself thinking about me?”
He shakes his head, hole fluttering around my finger. “No, I didn’t… I waited.”
“Is it because I hurt you?” I ask, voice quiet.
His eyes fly open and find mine. “No, I wanted to feel it. Wanted to know you’d been inside me. Every time I sat down, I felt you there.”
“So it did hurt?”
“No, sweetheart,” he insists. “I loved the ache. It reminded me of you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Give me more, please?” He pushes down on my finger, taking me further as he moans again.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” I promise him as I pull his cock back into my mouth. He bucks off the bed with a whimper as I add a second finger. He’s not ready to be fucked, despite what he says.
Despite what we did that night.
I work him open while my tongue traces every ridge and vein. “F-f-fuck, Tai,” he pants as his body tenses. “I won’t last like this. I’ll come if you don’t stop.”
I suck up and off him again as my fingers sink deeper, finding his prostate. “Do you want to come, Connor? Is this how you want to go?”
He wails and throws his head back as precum leaks from his slit, and for a moment I think I’ve lost him. He tenses, teeth grinding and hole pulsing around my fingers.
Nothing has ever looked better than this.