Chapter 31 #2
He wasn’t in any rush at all, though, and the more I squirmed and moaned, the more he took his time.
He spent ages on one nipple, using his lips, tongue, and teeth to turn me inside out.
Then he moved to the other. When he finally started downward again, he explored as if he’d never touched me before—kissing along my abs, up and down my sides, over my hips.
“Connor,” I pleaded, arching and twisting beneath him as the need for friction drove me out of my head. “Please…”
He grinned and dropped a kiss on my inner thigh. “I’ll get there.”
“Connor…”
His hot huff of laugher rushed across my skin, and goose bumps sprang up all over me. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit back a string of curses. No, I wasn’t in a hurry, but he had me so keyed up, if he didn’t—
“Holy fuck!” I almost came up off the bed when he flicked his tongue across my balls.
Connor chuckled, then he wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me still as he licked and teased my balls, my taint, the insides of my thighs—everywhere except my hard, neglected dick.
“You are such a tease,” I whined.
He lifted himself up and grinned. “You love it.”
I did. I loved it, and I hated it, and I wanted more, and I couldn’t fucking stand it. “Connor…”
“I love when you say my name like that,” he purred. “You almost make it sound like a curse.”
“It is a curse when you’re teasing me like this,” I said through my teeth.
He laughed a wicked laugh. “So, does that mean you want me to blow you? Or do you want to grab some lube and fuck me?”
That…
That actually brought me up short. I wanted his mouth on me, but oh, hell, I wanted to be balls deep in him, too.
“That’s so not fair,” I whined.
He chuckled and pushed himself up. As he settled over me, his hard-on brushed mine, making me gasp because something had finally touched my dick, and then he was kissing the breath out of me.
He rocked his hips, and the friction had me halfway out of my mind.
I gripped his shoulders and moved with him, desperate for more.
We made out, and we frotted, and we gasped for breath between kisses as we took each other higher.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Lube,” I managed. “Get… Get the lube.”
He gazed down at me, eyes gleaming with hunger, and he grinned. Instead of making me beg, though, he leaned toward the nightstand and grabbed the bottle. As he handed it to me, he asked, “How do you want me?”
A million different options flashed through my mind like a porno made of just him and me. I quickly landed on what I wanted, though.
“On your back.” I opened the bottle. “I want to see you.”
Connor licked his lips. Then he moved onto his back, and he stroked himself slowly as he watched me sit up and pour lube on my hand. He spread his thighs wide, and I could’ve just sat here and jerked myself off while I watched him. He looked so damn hot like that.
But I didn’t want to just jerk myself off or watch him do the same. I needed him. Now.
I fingered him enough to make sure he was ready for me, and then—
Oh. Fuck. Finally.
I closed my eyes and groaned as I sank into him.
His hands slid up my sides, giving me goose bumps, and he murmured, “God, yeah…” as he took me deeper. “That’s so good.”
“Uh-huh.” I shivered as I withdrew a little, and then I pushed back in, and we both moaned.
The temptation to fuck him into the mattress was strong, but this was even better—his mouth moving with mine as languidly as our hips moved together.
I slid in and out of him, the slick heat making me dizzy, but I wasn’t chasing an orgasm.
Not yet. Just being against him, over him, inside him—this was perfect. This was everything.
Home. This was home.
In bed with Connor, the whole world locked outside and nothing between us but heat. No cameras. No rumors. No opinions. All that existed was two men getting as close as physically possible, losing ourselves in each other.
Just like when we’d been kissing in the living room, though, we steadily picked up speed.
Our hips moved together faster. Our kisses deepened.
Our breathing became sharp gasps between frantic, hungry kisses.
What began as gentle and quiet turned urgent and hard, the bedframe creaking with every thrust.
Connor broke the kiss and dropped back on the pillow. “Fuck me until you come,” he pleaded. “Please, baby. Come in me.”
I almost did then and there. Somehow, though, I held on to my fraying control. I sat up, grabbed his hips, and railed him for all I was worth. I pounded into that beautiful ass, driven on by his pleas and curses and near sobs as he pumped himself furiously.
And then, just like that, I was coming, crying out absolute nonsense as I tried to get as deep as he could take me. My whole world went white for a few seconds, and nothing existed except heat and bliss and release and his low voice egging me on.
I slumped over him, gulping in air as I tried to collect myself. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me all the way down, and I rested against his chest, eyes closed and heart still racing.
“You are so hot,” he said, stroking my hair. “You know that?”
I laughed drunkenly. “You make me this hot.”
He just chuckled and kissed the top of my head. I pushed myself up and raked my eyes down his body. His dick was still hard, and he started stroking it again, grinning up at me.
I returned the grin. “You still need to come.”
“Uh-huh.” He looked me up and down just like I had him. “Pretty sure that won’t be a problem for you.”
“Absolutely won’t be.” I nudged his hand out of the way and took over, stroking him between us as we breathlessly made out. I rocked my hips just enough to keep my still-hard dick moving inside him, and I was rewarded with a soft, helpless moan.
“Madars…”
“Come for me,” I murmured. “Mmm, baby, I know you’re almost there. I can feel it.”
The choked sound he made was too sexy for words. His fingers twitched on the back of my neck, and he rocked his hips, driving himself through my fist and fucking himself on my cock.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “God, yeah, that’s so hot. Let me feel you come.”
As soon as I said the words this time, he did exactly that, shuddering hard as he clenched around my dick and shot cum all over my hand and both our stomachs.
I watched him fall apart, dizzy with wonder that I could do this to him.
He was so damn sexy anyway, and when he came—when he absolutely unraveled in my arms while I drove him on—I was mesmerized.
With a ragged sigh, he relaxed. I slowed my hips and hand to a stop so I wouldn’t overstimulate him, and I just gazed at him as he came back down to earth.
He was the most beautiful, amazing man I’d ever met, and I was holding him like this. Buried inside him while he trembled from the orgasm I’d given him.
I didn’t know how things would play out. What professional adjustments we’d have to make if we wanted to make this work.
In that moment, all I knew was that I had Connor.
And I truly was the luckiest man alive.