Chapter 12
JUDE
The quiet shhhhh of the shower barely carries to me through the partially ajar door. Eyes closed, I listen to the soothing white noise with my hand on my dick. I feel like I’m always ready for Conner, and I’m not in the least bit sorry about it. He’s sexy as fuck. I enjoy the way he fucks me.
As I lie here hopped up on the remnants of adrenaline from the win today, the excitement is trying to override the conversation we had about his family a couple nights ago. It bothers me.
A part of me thinks it shouldn’t bother me. I didn’t know Conner when he was a kid. If I had, I’d likely have made his situation worse because I’d have been an absolute asshole as loudly as I could be as I threw their bullshit back in their faces.
I didn’t know him, so maybe the conversation is hanging around in my head because it bothers me that he didn’t have a safe haven growing up.
It doesn’t sound like he had a friend to confide in or an adult to tell him that the community of hate he grew up in isn’t reflective of everyone in the world.
Conner was alone, and I hate that. I hate everything about it.
“One man takes up the entire bed just to grab his dick,” Conner says.
I grin even before I slit my eyes open to look at him. He’s fucking glorious, all naked and hard. His hair is still dripping, leaving little droplets of water along his smooth skin.
“There’s plenty of room for you.” I tap the tops of my things. “Climb right on, Conner. Come sit on my cock.”
I’m slightly surprised when he climbs on the bed and swings his leg over my hips to straddle me. Ohhhh. Maybe he’s down for switching. I love bottoming, so it didn’t occur to me that perhaps swapping could be just as fun.
Conner sighs as I wrap my hand around our cocks. His eyes flutter closed, and he slowly pushes his cock within my grip, against my dick, sending chills of pleasure trickling down my spine. How lovely.
“Conner,” I say, and he opens his eyes. “Suck my dick.”
He grins, and once more, he moves without comment. I let him go as he slides down my body to settle between my legs. One hand grips my dick, and he strokes up and back to the base before his hand stops moving.
Conner lets me go, and his fingers touch the inside of my thigh. I know what he’s touching before he comments.
“What does it mean?”
“What?” I ask stupidly.
I deserve the unimpressed expression he gives me. “It’s your only tattoo that I’ve seen, so don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Laughing, I lean up on my arm to look at the No Face mask. It’s filled with jagged lines that look like cracks in the ice and is about the size of my palm.
“Just a mask,” I tell him.
“Uh-huh. There’s the same mask carved into the mantle over there, and I’ve seen at least two others with similar tattoos.”
“Boat clubs are like Fight Club. We don’t talk about it,” I say, winking.
He stares at me, waiting for a better explanation.
“Seriously, Conner. It’s not as scandalous as you think it is. It’s like an initiation. A membership card. It says we’re a member of the boat club. Nothing exciting. I like to keep it a mystery. It’s far more exciting this way when you think it’s some big secret.”
It’s clear he doesn’t quite believe me. I really need him to drop it and forget about it. It’s dangerous, and I don’t want him to get involved. “Suck my dick, Conner.”
He rolls his eyes and leans forward, putting his mouth around my cock. The tip of his tongue flicks my piercing immediately, sending little jolts of excitement through me. I grip the back of his head and push his face down further. Not harshly, but more like an insistent suggestion.
However, he doesn’t suck me at all. He uses his tongue to play with my dick. Mostly my piercing. His hand hasn’t left my thigh, though. His thumb rubs over the mask, which makes me believe he’s still thinking about it.
“You call that sucking?” I ask.
His mouth suddenly clamps down and sucks like he’s a goddamn shop vac. My back arches and my knees bend, boxing his head in. The oxygen is forced from my lungs as the intensity of his sucking touches every fucking nerve like a live wire.
I grip the hair at the back of his head with my fists as my hips jerk on their own. Conner gags when the head of my cock touches the back of his throat, but the interruption is brief. He backs off, and his industrial-level suction continues.
With a lot of effort, I pull him off my dick with fistfuls of hair. He comes away with a pop, and I jolt at the sensation. Holy fuck.
This bitch is looking a little smug. I can only imagine how flushed and shiny I look with a sheen of sweat now coating my skin. “You want this over before it starts?” I ask breathlessly, narrowing my eyes.
He smirks. “You only ever have one round a night in you, huh?”
“When you fuck me the way you do, yeah.”
Yep, I stroked his ego a little. I love that little smile he gives me. I’ll happily go down as a once-a-nighter if I can keep putting that smile on his face.
I touch his lips with the tips of my fingers. “Want to bottom tonight?”
He inhales, eyes widening slightly. Oh. I read his willingness to get on top of me wrong. He hasn’t done this before.
Conner inhales deeply before nodding. “Okay. Yeah. I just… haven’t done it before.”
With the hand still tangled in his hair, I haul him up along my body. “I’ll be easy, and you can tell me to stop at any time.”
He nods, but I see the way his eyebrows are knit together.
“Do I need to assure you that I won’t be upset if you want me to stop? Even if we’re in the middle of fucking and you don’t want to continue, I’ll stop. No anger. No guilt. No force. No questions.”
That’s better. The crease between his eyebrows smooths. “Thanks,” he says quietly.
I bring his mouth to mine and roll us so he’s under me. He grins against my lips until I bite him, and he laughs. There’s no hesitation when he lets me settle between his legs. The level of trust he has in me makes my chest warm.
I break our kiss long enough to reach for the lube on the nightstand. Flicking it open, I ask, “What have you had in your ass?”
Conner shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“How many fingers?”
“Nuh-thing,” he emphasizes.
I pause with a dollop of lube on three of my fingers and study his face. His skin is flushed as he watches me.
“How about we just fool around tonight? Work our way up to penetration.”
“You don’t think I can handle it?”
“I don’t know. I want to make sure you’re comfortable and ready, and if you have a virgin hole, I don’t want to push you.”
I can’t decide what he’s thinking as he stares at me. His lips part, but he doesn’t say anything. I kiss him softly as I adjust to lie against one thigh, allowing myself room to reach his ass.
I coat his hole with lube before teasing the taut ring. His muscles quiver beneath my touch, but his kissing isn’t interrupted at all. His arms don’t tense, and his hands remain loose on me. Even as I gently press my middle finger through the tight ring of muscle.
He has no reaction at all. Even as I press my finger in as deeply as it can go. Still no reaction when I finger him for a few seconds.
Okay then. Two fingers. I’m gentler this time as I add my pointer finger inside him with my middle one.
This time, his ass reacts. He gasps a little and wiggles slightly.
Otherwise, nothing. I finger him, gently stretch him, press my thumb against his taint, earning myself a shiver, but he doesn’t react.
Hmm.
I interrupt our kissing to look at him. “You okay?”
Conner nods.
“You like it? Hate it? Indifferent?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s strange and stung a little at first, but I’ve had shits bigger than your two fingers.”
I snort. “We can try three.”
Once again, he shrugs.
After adding more lube, I begin easing three fingers into him. He’s no longer able to remain unaffected. His eyebrows knit together now. As I move past my first knuckles, his shoulders tense. His ass clenches.
“Okay, I feel that,” he says.
I grin. “Too much?”
Conner shakes his head. When I get to my second knuckles, easing back and forth a little more each time, his hands grip my shoulders, and he closes his eyes.
“Relax,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Relax your ass, gorgeous.”
He doesn’t. As I’m about to say so again, he says, “I can’t remember how to control those muscles.”
I laugh and pull my fingers out of him. Conner inhales deeply.
“Okay, I remember now.” He smiles when I laugh.
“Want to stop?” I ask.
He shakes his head, eyes meeting mine. “You go wild when I fuck you, so it must feel good at some point, right?”
“Not that I want to discourage you, but some people don’t like butt stuff, and that’s okay.”
Conner nods. “Yeah, I get that. I’m not sure I’ve experienced enough to feel one way over another.”
“Well then. Let’s see if we can’t shift your opinion in one direction.” I press my fingers back inside him. He’s able to work himself relaxed every time he tenses until I’m truly fingering him. Burying my fingers deeply and then pulling them back out.
He grunts, the corners of his eyes slightly puckered as if he wants to squint at me through mostly closed eyes. I’m not sure if that’s a happy, feel-good grunt or not.
Maybe I can tip the scales in the right direction, though. When I bring my fingers out, I curl them so they rub prominently against his prostate.
Conner gasps, his body jerking. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters. I grin as he shivers beneath me.
“Game changer, huh?”
“Why didn’t you do that from the start?” he accuses.
I chuckle and watch as he shudders through a low groan as I once more rub against his pleasure point.
“You should be familiar with the fact that it isn’t always pleasant. It’s all about the angle, and some guys suck at finding it.”
“Was that prep so I’m ready for when you can’t hit the mark?” he asks.
Fucker. I curl my fingers and rub his prostate incessantly. His fingers dig into me as his back arches. Watching the way his face contorts in pleasure is addictive. Feeling his arousal flood his body as he bucks against me, unable to move because he’s pinned, is sexy as fuck.
When I let him take a breath, he has tears in the corners of his eyes. “Ass,” he grunts.
I chuckle. “I can hit the mark,” I assure him.
“But it’s not just about the mark. It’s the whole thing.
If you’re just focused here, then it might end quickly, before both are finished.
I’m not saying you need to be wild about the entire experience, but it’s about the whole thing.
Not just the intense pleasure, though it’s good to see that you are very reactive when your prostate is played with. ”
“You’re not?” he asks.
“Reactive?” I hum. “Not quite to the same intensity that you are, but then again, it’s new for you, so it might just be the first touch experience making it so intense. I like the whole thing, not just my prostate being jabbed. I like being fucked.” I shrug.
Conner huffs. “Yeah, I figured that out.”
“Good. Let’s see if we can get a feel for how you’ll like being fucked.”
Now it’s time to see if he likes butt stuff for real.