Chapter 14 Dane #2
The next time I put my lips to his head, I take him into my mouth as far as my gag reflex allows.
His tip hits the back of my throat as I bury my nose in his pubic hair.
My mouth waters, dripping down Connor’s shaft as I bob on him.
In minutes, I can deep throat him without my eyes misting, then I take a break to pay some love to Connor’s balls, sucking them one after the other, while I pump his wet cock in my fist.
I don’t know Connor’s pleasure-sounds well enough to tell if all his moaning is because he’s about to come or because he’s a moany boy. As much as I’m dying to please him to completion, I’m not ready to find out what happens after this.
I lift myself up and tell Connor to turn over, my hands helping him along. The protest I banked on never comes, and as soon as Connor’s sprawled on his front with his face in my pillow, I grip his ass and bury my face between his cheeks again.
The first lick has Connor pushing his butt up against my mouth. As I trace my tongue over every crease in his tight pucker, his thighs spread wider. I gather his balls into my hand and play with them—folding, massaging, tugging, and rubbing the pad of my uninjured thumb along his taint.
Connor snatches my other hand and laces our fingers like we’re about to prance through a field of daisies together. But the only flower in bloom tonight is the one clenching and unclenching under my tongue, daring me to enter. Not tonight, I remind myself.
Oh, but his asshole is so much more relaxed the second time around. So much more pliant under my thumb as I massage him, convincing me that if I press firm enough, he’ll suck me right in.
I kiss my way up Connor’s spine, squeezing his hand in mine. His head turns when I reach his shoulder, and I lick a path up his neck. Before I reach his mouth, he’s lifting our joined hands and shoving my two longest fingers between his lips.
Encased in his warm wetness, I moan like it’s my dick Connor’s sucking on.
I’m harkened back to that infamous party where I gently fucked his throat with these same fingers.
This time, there’s no need to egg him on.
He slurps and bobs and sucks on them all on his own, holding my hand to keep me right where he wants me.
“Oh, puppy.” I settle in behind him, hook my free arm under his body, and pull him against me so we’re spooned together with my boner wedged along his ass crack. “You suck me so good,” I say between kisses to his warm shoulder. “Get me nice and wet.”
I curl and uncurl my fingers, petting Connor’s undulating tongue. I push deeper and feel his throat contract around me. Swallowing and softly gagging.
“Open,” I soon instruct, and Connor’s mouth goes lax. His hands release mine as I pull my fingers from his well and discover how sodden and drippy he’s made them. I call him a good boy before wrapping those fingers around his stone-solid cock.
He moans while I stroke him. He shifts onto his back with his neck propped on my arm, and he’s staring into my eyes like I’m something special. The best sex is the kind that gets you high without a single gummy eaten, and I think Connor is high as a kite right now. So am I.
“You okay?” I ask him to make sure.
“I’m amazing,” he answers with a dreamy smile.
“Yeah, you are.”
I put my mouth on his, sucking the drool from his lips and letting him taste mine. When I pull back, his lips stay parted. I spit into his mouth, wait for him to swallow, then kiss him again.
Sweat breeds between our bodies as Connor rocks his hips against my pumping fist and moans around my tongue. I take to humping his thigh until I feel Connor’s hand wrap around my dick and stroke me with my foreskin.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” I breathe into his mouth.
He whimpers with his eyes closed, jerking me erratically while his breaths harden and his kisses grow sloppy.
I know he’s done for when he gives up on kissing me entirely.
“That’s it. Come for me.” I watch his eyelashes flutter and his bottom lip pout. A grimace accompanies a series of grunts and groans as hot fluid dribbles over my knuckles. “Good boy,” I whisper and kiss Connor’s pouty lips.
I don’t quit stroking him until Connor grabs my wrist and begs me to with a quiet whine. But I stay holding him and kissing him as he softens in my fist. It’s only when he’s good and limp that I let go and look at the mess he made.
Runny jizz drips from my hand and back onto Connor’s pelvis. I roll onto my back and reach for a handful of Kleenex from the box on my nightstand. After mopping my hand, I grab another wad and do a lazy job of cleaning Connor up.
He murmurs a thanks before turning onto his side and pressing himself up under my armpit, cheek on my chest and his leg between mine.
Yep…heaven.
Not wanting to bother the sleepyhead, I grab my dick and commit to jerking myself off. But it only takes me a few tugs before Connor picks his head up and sees what I’m doing. Silently, he turns his head toward my chest and latches onto my nipple.
Holy shit, this dude is ravenous.
With his lips and tongue working on my piercing, and his hand massaging my balls, it’s only a minute before my tummy flutters and my legs tense up.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, laying my free hand behind Connor’s head to keep him where he is.
My climax hits like a lightning strike, seizing my muscles up and splattering fireworks behind my eyelids. It shocks me over and over until I pry my hand away from my dick and coax Connor off my throbbing nipple.
Too spent to clean up, I lazily swipe my palm across my comforter instead.
Too enamored for my own good, I flop over and sling my arm and leg around Connor’s body.
Face in his neck, I submit to our body heat and the music of our post-coital hums until I’m so close to sleep, I almost miss it when Connor calls me beautiful again, with as much reverence as he did in Margot’s living room.
Don't leave. I fall asleep with the words basking on the tip of my tongue.