Chapter Thirteen #2
Vidal rolled onto his stomach and drew his knees up under him with an elaborate show of reluctance that fooled neither of them.
His shirt had ridden up to his shoulder blades and he made no move to adjust it.
Behind him he heard the soft sounds of Connor getting rid of his own clothes, the belt and his trousers hitting the floor, then the mattress dipped behind him and the heat of Connor’s body settled over the backs of his thighs.
“Top drawer of the bedside table,” Vidal said into the pillow.
“Prepared, are we?”
“I am a man of great foresight, Connor.”
Connor laughed and reached past him to the drawer. Vidal let his cheek rest against the cool cotton of the pillow, closed his eyes and listened to the snap of the cap.
Connor’s finger pressed into him slick and unhurried, and Vidal’s spine arched. His hips tilted back, greedy for more of the stretch. Connor made a low approving noise behind him.
“That’s it, love. Let me in. There we go.”
“Connor. Connor, I will die if you do not — ”
“You’ll live.” A second finger pressed in alongside the first, and Vidal’s hips bucked back into his hand before he could stop them. “Fucking hell. Look at your hole stretched round my fingers. You should see yourself, sweetheart. You’re desperate for it. So pink and wet and eating them right up."
“Stop looking at it and give me your cock, Connor, please. I need to be full of you.”
Connor’s free hand came down flat between his shoulder blades and pressed him into the mattress. “Quiet. Let me get you ready.”
Vidal was not quiet. Connor had found the spot inside him that made his whole body jolt, and was working it with short merciless jabs of his fingers.
He didn’t keep to a predictable rhythm, so Vidal couldn’t brace against the onslaught or anticipate his moves.
Every third or fourth stroke Connor would curl his fingers deeper, dragging them across the sweet spot inside him on the way out.
By the time Connor withdrew his fingers and shifted his weight, Vidal was shaking with want for him.
“Now, Connor!”
“Alright. Alright.”
Connor hauled him upright by the hips, and pushed in with one long steady thrust that drove the air out of Vidal’s chest in a startled shout.
He was enormous. Vidal’s hands fisted in the sheet and his jaw dropped open against the pillow as Connor’s cock pushed into him inch by slow inch, the stretch of it spreading him wide around his thick base.
Connor held still for a moment with his forehead pressed between Vidal’s shoulder blades, breathing hard.
“You alright, love?”
“Connor, I am wonderful. Never better. I am simply attending to your cock, who has made his presence known in a most dramatic fashion. Hello, my darling. You are magnificent, do you know that? Truly. You are so big and so thick and so deeply where you belong. I want you to make yourself entirely at home — stretch out, get comfortable, and plough me into this mattress. I want you to come so deep inside me that I am still leaking at breakfast. The hospitality of the House of Montcada is at your complete disposal.”
“Jesus Christ, Vidal.”
“Please, Connor. Do not bring Him into this. This moment is between me and your cock.”
Connor laughed into his back and began to move.
He set a rhythm that rattled the headboard against the wall with each thrust, and he kept the pace unbroken, his hands gripping Vidal’s hips hard enough that Vidal could feel the pressure of each fingertip.
Vidal braced his forearms against the mattress and pushed back into him, meeting each thrust with an involuntary sound that climbed steadily up the register as Connor worked.
“Sweetheart. Fuck. Look at you taking it.”
“Harder, Connor.”
Connor hauled him up off his forearms by the shoulder and wrapped one thick arm around his chest, pulling him back flush against the solid wall of his torso.
The angle changed, and Vidal’s vision whited out briefly at the edges.
Connor’s mouth was hot against the side of his neck, his breath coming ragged and open against Vidal’s pulse.
His free hand closed around Vidal’s cock and began to stroke him in time with each snap of his hips.
“Connor — Connor — ”
“I know, love. I’m making myself at home, sweetheart. Just like you asked. Gonna absolutely ruin you on my cock.”
Vidal let his head fall back against Connor’s shoulder and gave up on dignity entirely. He was being held upright by an arm across his chest, and fucked by a man who outweighed him by two stone. The sounds coming out of him were reaching an operatic pitch.
Connor caught Vidal’s jaw and kissed him, his tongue pushing into his mouth with the same slow filthy rhythm his cock was working inside him. Vidal bit down on his lower lip and Connor made a noise into his mouth that was half a groan and half a laugh. His hips snapped forward harder.
“Greedy and mouthy,” Connor muttered against his lips. “Knew you’d be trouble that first morning I met you.”
“You are very slow on the uptake, my darling, everyone knows this within…within thirty seconds — ”
Connor thrust into him hard enough to cut the sentence in half. “You gonna come for me, Your Serene Highness?”
“Connor, you cannot call me that while you are — ”
“I can do whatever I like, sweetheart. I’ve got my cock in you and my hand on you and you’re making noises I’m going to think about for a week. Come on. Let me have it.”
Vidal came.
He came hard, shuddering in the circle of Connor’s arm, spilling hot over Connor’s fist and across his own stomach. Connor held him through it, working him gently now, drawing the last of his orgasm out of him with careful strokes while his hips slowed behind him.
“There you go. Good lad. Good lad.”
He eased Vidal forward onto his hands again, settled both palms firmly on his hips, and chased his own finish.
When he came, he pressed himself as deep as he could go and held there with a guttural sound against the back of Vidal’s neck, his whole frame going rigid for a long shuddering moment before he collapsed forward over Vidal.
They stayed like that, Connor’s weight pressing Vidal down into the mattress, neither of them especially inclined to move. Vidal’s cheek was against the pillow, and he could feel Connor’s cock still pulsing inside him, each aftershock sending an answering flutter through his body.
“Mare de Déu,” Vidal said eventually into the pillow.
“Yeah.” Connor pressed a kiss to the knob of bone at the top of his spine. “That about covers it.”
Connor shifted his weight back onto his heels, one broad hand settling at the small of Vidal’s back to hold him in place, and Vidal felt him pull out slowly, the drag of it sending a fresh shudder up his spine.
A thick trickle of come followed at once, sliding hot down the inside of his thigh towards his knee.
Connor made a low appreciative noise behind him.
“Christ, look at you. You’re an absolute mess, sweetheart.”
Vidal pushed up onto his forearms and arched his back, presenting himself without ceremony, because if Connor was going to look then Connor was going to have something worth looking at. He felt his hole flutter as a second slow trickle of come escaped him and added to the mess on his thigh.