Chapter 33
Connor
Every single nerve ending in my body is on fire as Tai thrusts his fingers into me. My limbs shake uncontrollably and my chest heaves, my entire focus narrowed to the slick slide of his fingers. I’m reduced to a whimpering mess, unable to think past the urge to chase this feeling.
Everything is tense, and fuck, I’m going to come…
I grit my teeth as he hits that spot inside me that makes me see stars. My body tenses as I clench around him, fighting not to tip over the edge.
He freezes with his fingers deep inside me. “Are you about to come?”
I nod, holding perfectly still. A single motion, and I’ll burst.
“Hold it in for me,” he murmurs. “Focus on my voice instead.” He drags his free hand up my calf to distract me, and I zero in on the glide of his palm. I take a deep, steadying breath, then another, and on the third, the coiling inside me starts to unwind.
I shift, and Tai’s fingers slip free just before I flip us.
He gasps as his back lands on the mattress, and his towel finally gives up the fight and falls aside.
He’s laid out beneath me, a masterpiece of long, graceful limbs and pale skin.
I slide down his body and draw his cock into my mouth.
The clean, familiar taste of him hits me as the weight and heat rest on my tongue.
Tai’s sigh is relieved, almost serene, as I suck him in. I want more, and I take as much as I can before my gag reflex triggers and forces me to pull back. My eyes water as I lick across his tip, then try again. My jaw aches as I open wider, tongue tracing along the underside as I go.
Fingers weave into my hair, raking through the strands. “You get so much pleasure from satisfying me, don’t you?” Tai asks softly.
Tears well in my eyes as I nod. His cock inches closer to the back of my throat, causing me to gag again.
My hips thrust against the bed and the friction drags a low moan from my throat.
It all feels so fucking good—the slide of his shaft between my lips, the soft blanket against my cock, and his fingernails scraping against my scalp.
Tai clicks his tongue, forcing my attention back to him. “Last time you did that, you almost came in your pants. You don’t want that to happen again, do you?”
I think about this, hard, because I’m so damn desperate that it doesn’t sound like a terrible option. I force my head down, rolling my hips as I take him into my throat. Tension coils in every part of my body, pounding through my limbs in dull, aching throbs.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he warns. “Come here.”
His fingers tighten in my hair as he pulls me off his cock. Webs of saliva stretch between us, and I’m desperate for more. Before I can swallow him again, he tugs on my arms and guides me up his frame. I canopy over him, whimpering as the underside of my cock drags over his leg.
“Have I told you that I love how needy you are?” he asks as he pulls me closer. “I love how you respond to me.”
“Only you,” I pant. My weight drops until our bodies are flush, and the slippery slide of my spit spreads between us. My cock lines up with his, and when I thrust my hips, the sensation charges through my veins like lightning.
He grins at my moan. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I manage to say as I rock forward again and nearly combust on the spot.
“Sweet, desperate thing,” he murmurs, hooking his legs between mine and knocking them apart until I’m straddling him. He’s so small underneath my bulk, but his hands are confident. One lands on my ass and the other slides between us, circling both of us with his long, slender fingers.
Curses fly out of my lips as I punch my hips forward.
My eyes roll back at the sensation of his cock sliding with mine through the cage of his fingers.
“That’s amazing… fuck, that’s so good.” I grab his free hand and pin it above his head.
My hips snap faster, so hard the bed thuds into the wall in a rhythm.
“That’s it,” he purrs, placing his feet on the mattress so he can thrust into me. “You’re such a needy boy, using me to get off. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To fuck me until you can’t take it anymore?”
“Yeah.” I yank his other hand off our cocks and hold it, too. We’re nothing but skin to skin madness now, and I thrust faster as heat builds in my lower back.
“Do you need to come, Connor?”
“Please, can I?” I beg.
“Sweet thing,” he whispers. “Of course you can. Let go. I’ve got you.”
My entire body locks as the pressure breaks.
The release is so intense I’m convinced my heart stops for a moment.
A chorus of sounds leaves me that will probably embarrass me later, but right now my hips jerk helplessly as my face tucks into his neck.
My cock pulses between our bodies as my cum shoots over his skin and forms a warm pool of white on his lower abdomen.
His fingers run through my hair. “So perfect.”
I whimper against his neck, rocking through the waves of my orgasm until I’m spent. My hips give one last shallow thrust, and I sag as my breath leaves me in heavy pants.
“You were so good,” he praises, then gasps when I lunge up his body for an aggressive kiss.
“Wanna make you come,” I beg against his lips. “Please let me.”
His eyes are soft as he smiles at me. “Of course you can.”
My orgasm still has me shaky as I move back down his body. My tongue swipes over the stripes of white on his belly, holding the taste as I take his cock back into my mouth. Tai curses as his hips punch forward, and the thick mix of cum and spit leaks out of my mouth as I take him deeper.
He grips my hair, trying to ease me back. “Fuck, don’t hurt yourself.”
I shake my head and slide my lips lower, gagging as his cockhead punches into my throat. He thrusts forward, chanting my name as I choke myself on him. I want to do more, to slip my finger inside him and find that magic spot, but I don’t even know where to start.
“You love this, don’t you?” he asks breathlessly as our eyes meet again. Tears streak my face as I nod, while spit streams down his shaft. Fingers fist my hair until it burns, every punch of his hips forcing a loud gag.
Tai drives forward until my lips touch his skin, never taking his eyes from mine. “You want it in your throat? Want me to make you swallow it?” I whimper as my eyes roll back, my vision blurring with tears and my face burning with the struggle to take a deep breath.
Spit stretches off my lips as he pulls back. “Words, Connor.”
“Yes,” I rasp, mouth open and waiting. “Please.”
“Beautiful beggar,” he murmurs as he gently runs his fingertips through the spit coating my chin.
He slides all the way back in, gives me a moment to settle, then starts fucking my mouth in earnest. It doesn’t take long before his rhythm falters.
He releases a long, low moan as he thrusts forward and stills, the muscles along the base of his cock hammering against my lips while he comes down my throat.
“You’re doing so fucking good. Such a good boy for me.” His palms are gentle across my cheeks, then one drops to my neck to rub along my throat. “Swallow all of it for me, okay?”
It takes a few seconds for my muscles to cooperate, but finally I force myself to swallow.
Tai shudders at the sensation and pulls back so I can breathe, but he leaves his cock in my mouth as one final spurt of cum lands on my tongue.
A long, satisfied sigh leaves him as his body relaxes.
He pulls out, swipes at the dampness on my face once more, then guides me to the bed.
He kisses me sweetly on my temple as his palms run up my arms. “Stay here,” he whispers before disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a warm cloth. Gentle swipes clean my mouth and face, then he moves to my stomach and groin, careful not to overstimulate.
He frowns as he sits back on his feet. “You’re shaking. Are you alright?”
I try to swallow but can’t, suddenly aware of the tremble coursing through my entire body. I stare at him, uncertain of what to say.
“Was that too much?” he asks, eyes soft.
“N-no, it was amazing.”
He tosses the cloth aside, working the blankets loose and tucking me underneath them before climbing in beside me. Warm skin and blueberry shampoo surrounds me as he curls me into his arms. “The endorphins are wearing off,” he says quietly. “You’ve never done anything like that, have you?”
I shake my head. “I t-told you when we first met, I’m pretty dull.”
“You’re far from dull.” His hands skim up and down my arms. He keeps them moving, keeps distracting me with sweet whispers and soft touches. Slowly, the shaking stops. “There,” he soothes, “just like that. Don’t try to hold it in, Connor. Allow yourself to feel it.”
Tears prick at my eyes, and I roll over and tuck into his chest as a few drops fall.
“Hey, hey… I’ve got you,” he whispers, “I’ve always got you.
Let me watch over you for once.” A choked sob leaves my throat, and my mind is sluggish, like the gears are rusted and fighting to spin, grinding and clanking against each other instead of running smoothly.
My entire life, I’ve been the protector—the one who guards others, never allowing myself to be the one guarded.
Tai curls around me, the gentle touches never stopping as I release all my pent-up tears. Even once I can breathe deeply again, he holds on.
“I’m sorry,” I finally say, my voice throaty. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“That was intense, Connor, and it was something completely new. There’s nothing to be sorry for.
” He kisses my temple, then grabs my jaw and tilts me to look at him, peppering kisses across my face.
“Our rules apply in the bedroom, too. No lies and no judgment. If we ever do anything you don’t like, you stop me.
It doesn’t matter how deep into it we are.
If you’re uncomfortable or overwhelmed, we stop, okay? ”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Promise me.”
“I promise.” Exhaustion washes over me as I pull him into a kiss, my body and mind suddenly heavy.
“Sleep now,” he whispers, shifting our bodies until we find a comfortable position, then reaches to switch off the lamp. Darkness engulfs the room, and I’m asleep before his arm finds its way back around me.