Chapter 33 Dane #2
He lifts his hips and rolls beside me, sitting on his ass to tug the condom off and fling it to the floor.
I crawl over his lap, hold him by the base of his erection, and lick the tip of his swollen head.
His skin tastes like latex, but his pre-cum tastes like saltwater.
I take all of him into my mouth and my throat, and I reminisce on how fucking good these inches felt jammed inside my ass.
Connor’s own ass is still slick with the lube I fingered him with before, and I bury those same fingers inside him now to test his resistance.
Through a string of quiet moans, Connor murmurs, “You’re gonna make me come.”
I pick my head up and touch our foreheads together. Curling my fingers inside his tight channel, I pet a firm, smooth button with the pad of my middle finger. “I can feel your prostate. It’s right here.”
Connor’s face contorts in awestruck pleasure while he bobs his head in agreement.
“Is this how you wanna come, baby, or do you want me to fuck you first?”
“Fuck me,” he pants.
“Are you gonna be quiet so you don’t wake the whole neighborhood?”
He huffs a sudden laugh that rattles his whole body and flexes his anal muscles around my fingers. “Look who’s talking. You probably traumatized my parents.”
“Only because you fuck me so good.”
Connor smirks and moans through the kiss I give him, then he shimmies his ass off my hand to retrieve a condom from my box of Magnums. He tears it open, flicks the wrapper away, and rolls it onto my cock for me. It twitches under his utilitarian touch.
I enter him while he’s on his back with his knees up and his hands in my hair.
I latch our mouths to muffle his moans, and I make love to him the way he likes.
Steady, purposeful thrusts that force a short whimper up his throat each time my hips tap his ass.
I kiss him deep and fuck him deeper while his hole loosens and his cock rubs its wetness against my stomach.
“Fuck, Dane,” he whines as my face drips sweat onto his face. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He digs his heels into my ass, hands clawing at my back. Curse words stream from his lips while his ass muscles clench around my dick in a way that makes me want to fuck him harder.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” Connor chants like a mantra, eyes shut and chest heaving.
The headboard knocks against the wall in time with my thrusts, and I’m too lost in the euphoria of Connor’s body to care.
But Connor—thoughtful Connor—squeezes my hips between his legs and goes, “Shh, shh, shh,” until I steady myself. His asshole pulses as a breathy chuckle vibrates through him. Fingers raking my scalp, he says, “I almost came.”
“I want you to come.”
“I want back inside you.”
“Mmm.” I shimmy my hips and grind into him deeper. “But you’re supposed to be my insatiable bottom.”
“Nuh uh,” he snickers. “You’re mine.”
“No way.” But I’m definitely an insatiable something. No matter whose body parts are doing what, I can’t get enough of this guy.
“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.”
Mmf. Now how can I say no to that?
Connor’s amusement morphs into a pouty whimper as I pull out, but he’s quick to sit up and palm my ass as I tug the rubber off my dick. I crawl halfway off him to grab a freshy from the box of slim-fits, then straddle his hips while tearing the wrapper with my teeth.
He sits up with his legs stretched out, gazing up into my eyes while he sweeps hair off my damp forehead. “You’re so sweaty,” he says.
“So are you.” I roll the ultra-thin latex onto his boner like I’m a goddamn pro, and it never ceases to amaze me how lucky I am to have Connor in my life at all. “We’re gonna have to start raw-dogging to save money.”
Hands on my hips and lust in his eyes, he says, “But then how can you suck my dick right after I fuck you?”
“Aw, man. When you put it like that, what’s a few extra bucks?”
Holding his cock under my ass, I sit down on it until his plump cockhead pops inside my hole. Breathing slowly and moving slower, I drape my arms around Connor’s neck and rock my hips lower and lower.
“Holy shit,” Connor moans with his head craned back.
I lay my open mouth on his, inhaling his exhales until a slight sting makes way for an intoxicating pressure. This time, we share control. When my hips rock, his roll, perfectly in sync. I turn my head so he can suck on my neck while his hand edges my cock.
He murmurs, “I love you,” against my skin, and my heart feels as full as the rest of me.
Time fragments. It’s easier to count Connor’s moans than how many songs our sex playlist has cycled through. I can hardly hear the melody over the slurpy sound of Connor’s tongue lapping at my ear.
“So close,” I breathe, eyes half-shut and skin ablaze.
“Me too.”
“I’m gonna come for you,” I whimper, digging my ass down until every possible inch of Connor is palpitating inside me. Claiming me. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.”
My body contracts and convulses. I cling to Connor for dear life, burying my face in his neck while my hips jerk and my ass clenches. Connor’s own grunted declarations don’t breach the ringing in my ears as my whole body frenzies through a dizzying climax.
I collapse, not knowing where my arms start and my legs end, but I know that the body beneath me is Connor’s. The mouth kissing the side of my face is Connor’s. The hands caressing my back are Connor’s, as is the cock slowly deflating inside me.
“I gotta turn the camera off,” Connor whispers between soft pecks to my heated cheek.
“Mm, leave it. This is the best part.”
We cuddle a while longer. Until my sweat cools and my ass releases Connor’s softened dick.
Clean-up time is quick and lazy, tossing condoms and mopping ourselves with Connor’s discarded bath towel.
I turn the music off and sip from a random water bottle while Connor dresses in a clean-ish shirt from the floor and boxers from his dresser.
He’s the only dude I’ve ever met who prefers sleeping with a shirt on, even when the heater keeps the house toasty warm throughout the night.
I hand him the bottle when it’s half-empty and kiss the side of his head while he gulps back the remainder. “Love you,” I murmur, and he hums from his contracting throat. “Bring the camera.” I climb into bed naked and hold the covers for Connor to burrow into once he’s hydrated with camera in hand.
He turns out the lamp and we snuggle tight, illuminated only by the light from Connor’s gallery screen.
“I’m scared,” Connor chuckles, but he taps the play button anyway.
The recording begins from the top, and I watch with my cheek on Connor’s shoulder and my arm around his middle.
Love blooms on the little screen. I ignore Connor’s mutterings about how he needs to go to the gym more often, and I focus on how stunning he is. How stunning we are.
“You see that.” I hover my finger in front of the screen—in front of Connor. “That’s my boyfriend.”
“Dane,” Connor murmurs, turning my gaze to his gleaming eyes. “Next time you go to your mom’s, I’m coming with you. I don’t care who’s over there. I won’t leave you again.”
My heart flutters, and we kiss more demurely than the face-eating going on on Connor’s camera screen. “I won’t leave you either.”
Connor’s precious smile becomes a grimace when his eyes flicker back toward his camera screen. “Shit, do I really get that red when we have sex?”
“That’s the color of love, Connie.”
His chest rattles with a quiet chuckle before he turns the camera off and reaches it onto his bedside table. Ignoring my whines, he rolls into my arms, tugs up the covers, and kisses my face in the dark.
“We’ll watch the rest tomorrow,” he whispers. “I told Mom I’d make biscuits in the morning before everyone shows up.”
“Mmm, can I help you?”
“I was hoping you would.”
Our mouths meet amid our warm breaths, as meant for each other as Connor and I, until drowsiness drifts his head against my chest. Savoring this, too, I don’t quit petting him until his breaths turn to soft snores, and the bedside clock ticks past midnight.
Yep…best Christmas ever.