Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
“My eyes, my poor, innocent eyes are scandalized!” Sky whines for the hundredth time as we walk toward our cars. Noah is in a meeting, but I snuck in and said goodbye before leaving, since I don’t want to be late to meet Conan.
“Uh-uh, your poor, innocent eyes have definitely witnessed worse at your own hands, and that’s just this week,” I deadpan as I reach my car and point at him then Alek, who has been walking quietly at our side. He hasn’t said a thing about it, but I know he knows.
“Keep it to yourself, okay? I don’t want everyone finding out,” I implore.
“I only told Evan.” Alek shrugs, pulling his phone out to type something. My gaze swings to Skylar, who is practically squirming on the spot.
His face scrunches in a weird, guilty look, and I sigh. “Skylar,” I warn.
“I told many, many, many people,” he admits.
“Fuck.” Opening my door, I point at him. “I’m not telling you anything ever again.”
“No, please, Bones and I love gossip. Wait!”
Slamming my door, I point at my eyes then his through the window before I peel away, leaving him looking like a sad, lost puppy in my rearview mirror.
I soon forget him, however, as anticipation and excitement fill me, and I speed to get to Conan’s. I was worried I was going to lose him, but he’s still here, and I plan to show him that despite me dating Noah, I want him.
When I reach his place, I fidget nervously as I wait for him to answer the door. Maybe now that he’s had time away from me, he’ll think everything through and decide it’s crazy and leave me—
The door opens, and my worries disappear, a smile curving my lips at the first look of him, but I don’t get any words out before I’m being dragged inside.
“Conan—” I begin as he slams me back against the closed front door.
His lips descend on mine, and he kisses me hard, leaving me wide-eyed.
All my concerns and nerves disappear as I stare at him.
His eyes flutter open, and a smile tilts his lips as his hands slide down my shoulders and arms to my hands. “Sorry, I needed that. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” Keeping hold of my hand, he leads me to the dining table, while I remain wide-eyed and silent.
He slides a chair out for me and lets me sit in it before pushing it under the table, then he kisses my cheek, heads to the next one, and sits down, watching me closely.
I glance around his apartment in shock. There are candles everywhere, crooning music plays in the background, and every single one of my favorite dishes is on the table.
He even remembered to take the peppers out of the rice dish my grandma makes.
For some reason, I want to cry, but I also want to fuck the ever-loving shit out of him.
This man, despite his own heartbreak, jealousy, and pain at finally finding someone only to have to share him, shows me time and time again why I can’t let him go.
He listens, pays attention, and cares. Through so many actions, he repeatedly demonstrates he would take care of me and do anything to make me happy.
Despite being at work all day, he came home and cooked an entire feast just to see me smile.
“If it’s too much, I can—” Conan starts, looking nervous since I haven’t spoken.
I lean over the table to be close. “I’m starving,” I admit.
His lips pull down, and I see worry in his eyes. “I can cook more—”
Fuck, he’s so goddamn cute.
Chuckling, I climb to my feet and round the table, pushing his chair back. His eyes wide as I straddle his lap and lick his lips. “How about we skip straight to dessert instead?” I murmur, hoping he gets the hint.
His eyes flare wide before a sexy as hell groan escapes his lips. “I thought you’d never ask,” he replies silkily.
It’s my turn to gasp as his arms circle me, and he lifts me before laying me back on the table.
Dishes crash to the floor, all his food forgotten as he leans over me and his lips press against mine in a drugging kiss that leaves me breathless.
His tongue tangles with mine as he grips my neck, his hold tightening as I gasp.
Pulling away softly, he sucks my lips and bites.
I groan into his mouth and wrap a leg around his hip, grinding into him.
I can feel his cock hardening through his pants, and it presses against mine.
The friction makes me moan as I lift my hips and grind into him harder.
I need him. I knew this was what I was coming here for today, and it’s left me dazed and shivering in anticipation. The lines we crossed so far have been incredible, but I can’t wait to have him inside me.
I tear at his clothes as he pulls away from my greedy mouth and watches me with dark, hungry eyes. “If you cross this line with me, baby boy, then I’m never letting you go. Do you understand?”
Arching up, I kiss his chin. “Then don’t let me go. Fuck me, Conan. I need you.”
Whatever control he had disappears. His lips tilt up in an evil grin as his eyes run down me.
Gripping my hands, he slams them against the table and then steps back.
I watch him as he reaches for the buttons of his shirt and slowly undoes them before he tugs it out of his pants.
Desire courses through me as he rolls his shoulders back and lets the fabric slide off, leaving his perfect chest on display.
Hard-cut abs lead to a delicious V that I want to tongue.
“The pants, take them off,” I order.
He reaches for them, popping the button and slowly pushing them down with his boxers.
Conan is naked, his hard cock long. It’s slightly bigger than mine and definitely thicker, and its swollen head has precum beading on the tip.
The thought of him inside me has me lifting my hips with need. Fuck, he’s going to feel so good.
“You want this, baby boy?” he asks as he strokes his length, running it through his fist.
I can’t speak, so I nod.
“Take your clothes off. Let me see what belongs to me.”
Fuck me. I can barely hear over the hammering of my heart, but I tug my shirt off, throwing it away.
“Slowly,” he commands, and my hands shake as I sluggishly undo my jeans then lift my ass and hips, pushing them down and off so I’m naked on his table. Stepping closer, he sweeps his eyes across my body hungrily.
“Perfect. You’re perfect, Mack. You know that, right?
Look at you.” He lets go of his length and pushes my thighs open, forcing himself between them.
His fingers stroke the hair there as he looks me over, admiring every inch like he doesn’t know where to start.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and my cock jerks at the sight.
“Greedy thing wants attention, does it?” he murmurs as he strokes my length softly.
It isn’t enough to get me off, but it ignites my desire, making me thrust into his hand.
Chuckling, he climbs up on the table with me and wraps his hand around our dicks.
His head hangs down to watch as he strokes both of us.
Pleasure spirals through me as I moan his name and reach for him.
“Hands on the table,” he orders, and I slam them back. I arch up into the heat of his hard cock against mine, and just when I feel like I could come, he lets go.
Slamming back against the table, I watch him lean down and kiss me gently before his lips press against my chin and my neck before sliding down my chest. He takes his time, licking and kissing my collarbones then my pecs as I arch up, my eyes closing as ecstasy fills me.
My leaking cock is trapped between us as his lips circle my nipple, and he sucks.
I want to reach for him, but I remember what he said and press my palms into the wood instead as he turns his head and bites and sucks my other nipple until I cry out.
Finally, he slides down, licking my precum off my abs.
“You taste so good, baby boy,” he murmurs against my skin as he looks up at me.
“Please, please, I want to touch you,” I beg.
“Not yet.” He winks as he circles my cock with his hand and kisses the tip of my length. It jerks in his hand, and Conan smirks as he slides his mouth down my shaft, sucking me all the way down until I cry out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scratch at the wood, lifting my hips to thrust deeper into his mouth, but then he pulls back, lapping at my tip.
“Fuck, baby boy, I love the taste of your cock. I could survive on your cum alone,” he whispers as I pant, then he lowers his mouth to my dick, taking me all the way to the back before lifting his head to repeat it. His fingers stroke my thighs before gripping my ass, lifting me to his mouth.
“Conan, please!” I’m already so close to coming, it’s embarrassing, but when he pops his mouth off my cock, I could cry.
“That’s not what you call me when you want something. Good boys get rewards. What do good boys call me?” he purrs as he watches me.
I rack my brain, completely lost in the haze. “Daddy?” It surges out of my mouth, and his hands tighten on me, giving him away. “Daddy, please, I need to come.”
“Good boy,” he praises, and then his mouth is back on my cock.
He sucks wildly, saliva dripping, and I can’t resist reaching for his head.
My hand slides into his golden hair and holds him against me, but he pops off my dick, and his mouth rolls over my balls.
Humming, he grips me harder, parting and lifting me, and my cheeks heat.
“Look at this pretty little hole. I can’t wait to fill it,” he whispers to himself before he kisses me there.
My eyes roll back in my head as his tongue darts out and laps at my hole, circling it before pushing inside as he eats me.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” I grind down against his mouth, the wetness of his tongue feeling so fucking good as he eats me like a starving man. He tastes every inch of my ass as his hand wraps around my cock and strokes me.