Chapter 40
Tai
“There’s no way we aren’t going to do this while we’re here.” I tug on Connor’s hand as we step out into the night. The hours we spent inside the studio have already turned the sky from hazy dusk into a deep, velvety black.
I suspect the woman working there stayed late just so Connor could make this date happen. Part of me feels guilty for keeping her, but the much larger part wouldn’t trade even one moment of tonight for anything.
He chuckles softly as we walk past the van. “It’ll be too dark for you to get your picture on the crosswalk.”
“Flash exists for a reason,” I reply. “Besides, it’s not really about the pictures. It’s about the experience.”
He weaves our fingers together, shaking his head with that fond smile I’ve come to love. “Come on then, let’s play tourist for a while.”
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you,” I tease.
“Hey now. I left my tourist gear at home—straw hat, my fanny pack, the whole nine yards.”
“It’s a damn shame. The Bigfoot shirt would’ve really brightened up the night.”
The lingering drizzle has turned the air into a soft, muggy mist, with thin fingers of fog drifting low over the asphalt.
We reach the famous crosswalk, and I strut back and forth, dodging cars while drawing amused or annoyed glances from the people around us.
Half of them are laughing because they’re doing the exact same thing, while the other half are clearly locals who have seen this show too many times.
Connor turns on the flash and starts calling out directions, his voice carrying down the street. “Work it, baby! Yeah, that’s it—swing those hips, sugar!”
I can’t stop giggling as I jog back to him.
We swap places so I can take his picture, then stand together on the sidewalk flipping through the shots and choosing the best ones to send to the group.
Before we leave, a kind couple offers to take a photo of the two of us together.
I save it immediately as my new lock screen.
“Can we walk for a while?” I ask. “I’m not ready to head back yet.”
“Of course, sweetheart. Tonight is about you. We’ll do whatever you want.”
“Dangerous words, chippoke,” I tease.
“I’m not scared.”
After a few blocks the rich scent of sizzling meat drifts toward us, making both our stomachs growl.
We follow it to a small kebab cart run by a friendly older woman.
The food smells incredible, and we’re both starving after skipping dinner.
We find an empty bench nearby, and Connor pulls me straight into his lap so we can eat together.
Once I’ve licked the last of the sauce from my fingers, I lean back against his broad chest, resting my head on his shoulder while we watch the city move around us. His chin settles against my shoulder as he presses a gentle kiss to my cheek. “Ready to go back to the hotel?”
“Can we just… not?” I ask softly. “Let’s find some quaint little bed and breakfast and skip out on all our responsibilities.”
He hums in disapproval, though I can hear the smile in it. “As tempting as that sounds, I’m afraid I can’t condone it. Dante would hunt me down.”
“You could take him.”
“Are you seriously asking me to beat up one of my best friends just so you can play hooky?”
I twist around to meet his eyes. “Depends… would you do it?”
“I mean… yeah, probably,” he admits, and we both dissolve into laughter.
After a few more peaceful minutes, we retrace our steps and make our way back toward the studio parking lot.
The drive to the hotel is quiet, but it’s the comfortable kind of silence that doesn’t need to be filled.
When we finally step back into our room, I drop onto the edge of the bed and stretch, letting out a long sigh.
Connor walks over and sinks to his knees in front of me.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Hey, big guy.”
“Hey,” he breathes as he kisses his way down my torso, his fingertips trailing slowly along my thighs. My back arches instinctively, giving him more room as his mouth moves lower, until he’s pressing open-mouthed kisses along the length of my cock through my clothes.
My fingers slide into his hair, holding him gently between my legs as I rock forward. “Someone’s needy tonight.”
“Was thinking about your fantasy the whole time we were in the studio,” he admits, his eyes lifting to meet mine. “The one where I’m under the piano, sucking you off while you play.”
“Ah, missed opportunity,” I tease.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice already rougher. “Missed opportunity to get arrested in a foreign country.”
My quiet laugh fades into a low groan as he tugs my zipper down and works my cock free. He leans in, dragging his tongue slowly across the tip before taking me into his mouth with a deep, satisfied moan.
Connor is perfectly needy, thrusting his hips as he licks and sucks. He gags a few times before he retreats, swirling his tongue over my slit and lapping at every drop of my precum. I rock forward, eyes rolling back in my head as the muscles of his throat give way.
Spit slicks my shaft, soaking into a dark ring around the fly of my jeans as it pools. His head moves faster, bobbing up and down while the sloppy sounds fill the room. I thrust forward again, and Connor gags and coughs, but doesn’t stop.
His hips snap faster, his ass presented like he’s waiting to be fucked.
Another low moan leaves me as I picture his hole squeezing around nothing, wanting to be filled.
He whines, low and desperate as his watering eyes move up to mine and widen.
His whole body trembles as he gets louder.
A damp spot forms on the front of his khakis then spreads as he releases a chorus of muffled moans, his hips locked forward.
I grip his chin and pull him off my cock. “Did you come, Connor?”
“Yes,” he rasps.
“Show me.” He sits back on his feet, running two fingers over the wet spot on the front of his pants. “No, chippoke, I want to see it all.”
He whines as he unbuttons and unzips, then pulls the front of his underwear down. Thick, creamy cum soaks the fabric, and milky pearls dot his pubic hair.
I lean forward to drag my finger through his release. “Do you want me to tell you what happens next in my fantasy?”
“Please,” he whispers.
I offer him my finger, and he obediently sucks it into his mouth. “You put your elbows on the bench so I can fuck you,” I say, “but I guess the bed will have to do.”
He glances up in question, but I raise a brow. He takes the command, crawling forward to rest his elbows on the mattress. I drop behind him and yank both his pants and underwear down, then grip his ass cheeks and spread before leaning in to lick his rim.
He jerks so hard his knees almost shoot off the ground. “Oh, shit,” he gasps.
I run my hand down his spine. “Arch your back and relax, love.”
A needy little whine leaves him as he cants his hips, offering himself to me. My tongue swipes a few times to let him get used to the sensation, then I dive in. My arms band around his ass and pull him closer. Teeth scrape his skin, then the tip of my tongue prods against his hole.
Spit drips over his skin and down his balls, and Connor keeps getting louder as I eat him out. His hips roll, humping into the air then grinding back against my mouth. I get him nice and loose, then work two fingers inside him.
“Fuck me,” Connor whines as I prep him. “That’s enough. I’m ready. Just fuck me.”
I spit a few times on his hole until saliva drips between his cheeks, then rise to my knees. My hands land on his shoulders as the head of my cock nudges at his entrance, and when I push forward, his body opens so beautifully.
“God, that’ll never get old,” I groan as I sink inside him. “This is going to be fast.”
Connor thrusts back to meet me, grunting with every slow thrust of my hips. I reach around and palm his cock. He’s hard again, straining against the cum already in his pants.
“God, you’re a mess,” I murmur as I thrust harder, relishing the desperate sounds as his voice gets louder. “That’s it. Make some noise for me.”
I fist his hair and pull him into a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing and lips clumsy as I force a deeper arch from his spine. He moans and begs against my mouth, melting into a chorus of my name. Chants of please and deeper, before his vocabulary is limited to yes and more.
My hand wraps around his throat and holds him against me.
“I could spend every hour of every fucking day inside you and I’d never tire of it,” I murmur into his ear as my hand snakes back around his front to roll his nipple between my fingers.
“Could live inside this ass, with that tight hole squeezing me each time you lose control. You’ve already got one load in your pants, filthy boy. Should we add another?”
“Yes,” he hisses, the plea jarred by the punch of my hips.
“Tell me, Connor. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to mark me,” he pants. “F-from the inside… fill me up and don’t clean it up after.”
“Yeah? You want my cum dripping from your ass?” He nods desperately, body driving back to meet me for every thrust. “You have to let go again. You have to give me what I want first.”
“I can’t,” he whines.
“You can,” I soothe, scraping my teeth over his earlobe. “You can and you will.”
My hand moves to the back of his neck to press him forward, pushing his cheek against the mattress. His spine arches further, and he calls out my name so loud his voice cracks.
“That’s it. That’s my good boy. Let go and come for me.”
He sobs as his body trembles and clenches, then his hole squeezes hard. “Fuck, it’s too much, I can’t—fuck, I’m coming,” he gasps, pushing back as he pulses around my cock.
My entire body shudders as I chase my own release, fucking him hard and fast until I follow him over the edge. I come so hard white lights flash in my vision, and my release is forced out from around my cock, dripping down his ass and thighs.
Both of us are panting and sweaty, his face pressed into the mattress and me sunk into him to the root.
The final pulses of my orgasm ripple through me as I close my eyes and ride through the waves.
Connor whines quietly as I pull out of him and guide him to sit back on his feet.
He’s a mess—red cheek, sweaty, and cum dripping from the crotch of his pants.
I push his hair back and press a soft kiss on his cheek, then shift to his lips.
“Too much?” I ask.
“No, never too much,” he whispers, eyes glassy as he looks at me. “I can take a punch to the face and not even blink, get knocked on my ass after a hook to the jaw and just laugh, but one look at you, and I’m done for.”
My thumbs swipe over his skin, stopping to tease his dimples. “This might be the best night of my life,” I say quietly.
“Yeah. Mine too.”
We kiss for another long few minutes, then I stand and help him from the ground. His knees crack as he climbs to his feet, and he winces.
“My joints are too old for these acrobatics,” he groans as we step into the bathroom. He catches his reflection in the mirror, thoroughly ruined. “Fuck, I’m a mess.”
“You’re my mess,” I tease, taking his hand and leading him to the shower. “And if you’re good, I’ll milk one more out of you before the night’s over.”