Adrian
“How far do you want to go?”
My voice is wrecked, scraped raw by want. I need to know where this is going before I lose what’s left of my control.
Connor doesn’t hesitate. “I want everything.”
The answer lands low in my gut. I have to close my eyes for a second and breathe through the heat rolling through my body. When I open them again, he’s still watching me with that same intensity.
“Connor.” I need to be sure he understands what he’s asking for. “Have you ever been with a man before?”
“No.” He swallows hard, his throat working. “Have you?”
“Yes.” I hold his gaze. “I’m bi.”
“I heard,” he admits. “Cole mentioned it.”
“And?”
His hands tighten on my waist. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
He is, and I believe he means it. But then his face changes, uncertainty creeping in at the edges.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
He huffs out a breath, glancing away. “It’s stupid.”
“Tell me.”
“I’ll probably be terrible at this.” The admission comes out quiet. “It’s my first time with a guy. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
The vulnerability in his voice gets to me. I cup his face with my palm, my thumb brushing across his cheekbone. He leans into the touch immediately, his eyes closing.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
His eyes open, and the trust I see there nearly undoes me. He nods once, and then I’m kissing him again.
It’s slower this time, and I pour everything I can’t say into it, all the reassurance and want. Connor makes a small sound in the back of his throat and kisses me back just as hard.
I start walking him backward toward the bed.
He goes willingly, his hands coming up to grip my shoulders for balance.
When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, I break the kiss and reach down and tug his T-shirt up.
He raises his arms, and I pull it over his head, tossing it somewhere behind me.
His chest is flushed, muscles defined from years of training. I run my hands over his shoulders, down his pecs, feeling his breath catch when I brush my thumbs over his nipples.
“Your turn,” he says.
I step back and pull my own shirt off. Connor’s gaze drags down my torso, hungry and unashamed. He reaches out and traces the line of my collarbone with one finger, then follows the path of my sternum down to my abs.
“Shit,” he mutters.
I kick off my shoes, hear him doing the same. Socks next. And then we’re both standing there in just our jeans, the air between us charged.
“Get on the bed,” I tell him.
He does, crawling backward until he’s in the center of the mattress. I follow, my knees sinking into the soft surface as I move over him. He lies back against the pillows, watching me, and I settle my weight on top of him.
The feeling of skin on skin makes us both groan. I kiss him, letting myself savor it. His mouth is warm and eager, his tongue sliding against mine.
I move lower. His jaw first, scraping my teeth along the sharp line of it.
He tilts his head back, giving me access, and I take advantage.
I kiss down the column of his throat, feeling his pulse jump under my lips.
When I reach his collarbones, I trace them with my tongue, and his breath goes shallow.
“Adrian.” My name on his lips sounds wrecked.
I keep going. Down to his chest, kissing across the firm planes of muscle. When I reach his right nipple, I swirl my tongue around it. Connor’s whole body jerks, his back arching off the bed.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
I do it again, this time closing my lips around the peaked flesh and sucking. He moans, and his hands come up to tangle in my hair. I bite down gently and he whimpers.
I give the same attention to his left nipple. Licking, sucking, biting until it’s as swollen and red as the other one. Connor’s breathing hard now, his chest heaving, and when I look up at him his eyes are glazed with pleasure.
I straighten up, my knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his body. His gaze drops to my hands as I unbutton my jeans and push them down my hips. I have to shift to get them all the way off, kicking them aside.
Connor’s already working on his own jeans, lifting his hips to shove them down. We’re both in our underwear now, the fabric tented obscenely by our erections. I can see the outline of his cock straining against the cotton, and my mouth goes dry.
I lean down and kiss him again. His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer, and I grind against him. The friction is maddening, even through the fabric. We both groan into the kiss.
Connor’s hand comes down between us, palming my cock through my boxer briefs. I growl against his mouth, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. He does it again, firmer this time, and I have to break the kiss to breathe.
“Connor.”
“Please.” His voice is desperate. “I want to feel you.”
He reaches down and tugs on the elastic band of my underwear. I shift my weight and push them down, kicking them off. He does the same with his, and then we’re both completely naked.
I take a second to look at him. His cock is thick and flushed, the head already leaking. It’s gorgeous, and I want my mouth on it, my hands. Everything.
But first.
I wrap my hand around both our cocks, pressing them together in my fist. The heat is incredible, and we both make broken sounds. I stroke slowly, our shafts sliding against each other.
“You’re perfect,” I tell him, my voice low. “Look at you like this. All wrecked and at my mercy.”
Connor moans and kisses me messily. I stroke faster, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, and he’s trembling beneath me. I can feel him getting close, his cock pulsing against mine.
“Adrian, I’m—”
“I know. Me too.”
His whole body goes taut as he spills over my hand. The sight and sound of it push me over the edge, and I’m coming, adding to the mess between us. Our cocks pulse together, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck, riding out the waves of pleasure.
For a minute neither of us moves. Connor’s skin is hot and sweaty under my cheek, and I can feel his heart gradually slowing. My hand is sticky, covered in both our releases, but I don’t care.
I should be spent, but I’m nowhere near sated.
I’ve been thinking about him all week. Watching him move across the practice field, close enough to touch but maintaining that careful distance. The tension that’s been building has finally broken loose, and I can’t stop it.
I lift my head to look at him. His eyes are closed, his face relaxed, the corner of his mouth tipped up. He looks thoroughly debauched and impossibly young, and I want him again already.
As if sensing my gaze, Connor opens his eyes. He lifts his head and kisses me, biting down on my lower lip hard enough to sting. I kiss him back, sucking his tongue into my mouth, and he whimpers.
I break away, breathing hard. “Connor.”
“I want you,” he says.
The words send heat straight to my cock. “Want me how?”
He fists his hand in my hair, his grip tight. “I don’t know. I just want to be closer to you. Please.”
I curse under my breath. My cock twitches against his thigh, already starting to harden again. “You drive me crazy when you’re begging like that.”
“Then give me what I want.”
“You’ve got no idea how much I want to.” I keep my voice firm. “But not on your first time with a guy.”
He looks disappointed, and I hate that I put that expression on his face. I need to offer him an alternative that works for both of us.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I ask.
Connor stares at me. “You’d do that?”
“Why not?” I shrug. “I want you to. And I’m verse.”
He looks stunned.
“Why are you so surprised?”
He blushes, the color spreading down his neck. “I just… I assumed you only topped.”
I laugh. “Why?”
“Just the vibe you give off, I guess.”
“Vibe?” I lean down, scraping my teeth along his jawline. He whimpers, and I feel his cock stiffen against my thigh.
I love his cock. I hadn’t fully registered it that first morning in my hotel room, too dazed by what was happening to catalog the details.
But now, pressed against him, I can appreciate it properly.
Not as long as mine but thicker, with a plump head that’s already flushed and leaking again. The guy is built like a cannon.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I murmur against his skin.
Connor curses, then pushes me off and turns us over in one smooth motion. I’m suddenly on my back with him looming over me, his hands braced on either side of my head. The easy strength with which he manhandles me sends another wave of arousal through me.
I love that he can do that. That he’s strong enough to pin me down, to take control if he wanted to. But he chooses to trust me instead, with his first time and his uncertainty.
Connor grins down at me, that crooked canine tooth flashing. “Guess I’m taking care of you now.”