Chapter 19 #2
I kissed the side of his neck, then his cheek, then his mouth.
That shut him up, and we were back to exploring each other’s mouths.
I rocked my hips against his, letting our dicks rub together, and that soft little moan almost drove me out of my mind.
We really needed to get these damn clothes off so I could feel his hot skin against mine, but there was something sexy about this too.
Or maybe I was just that turned on by him—clothed, naked, somewhere in between, I was going to be aroused beyond reason because I was finally against Connor.
He broke the kiss and stammered, “C-clothes. We need…” He tugged at my shirt. “I need you naked.”
A low growl emerged from my throat as I kissed him again, and yeah, I needed him naked too. This was sexy, but I needed more. I needed every inch of his body against mine.
Even if it meant letting go of him for a moment or two.
Reluctantly, I pried myself off him. I was quickly rewarded, though, with the sight of him stripping off his shirt, then unbuckling his belt and shimmying out of his shorts and underwear.
I could barely manage my own clothes as I stared at his gorgeous body and rock-hard dick.
When he started stroking himself, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes and a filthy grin, I was lucky I could still operate my zipper.
As I came back to bed, settling on top of him again, I murmured, “I don’t even know where to start.”
“Fuck me,” he said without hesitation.
I stilled, staring at him. “You—”
“Please.” He dragged his palms up my bare back. “I wasn’t kidding—I spent most of my flight practically at half-mast from thinking about you riding my ass.” He bit his lip and arched. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“You don’t want—”
“We’ve got time to do everything while I’m here.” He lifted his head for a breathless kiss. “I want your dick. Now.”
Well. Who was I to keep a man waiting when he wanted to get fucked this badly? And he was right—we had all the time in the world to take our time doing everything else. Today? Oh, I was game for exactly what he wanted.
“Turn over,” I whispered, pausing for a light kiss. “I’ll get the lube.”
Connor kissed me once more, and then we separated again.
As he rolled onto his stomach, I bit back some curses.
Holy fuck, he was beautiful. I’d spent a lot of time over the last several months thinking about that one night in Prague, craving another chance to top him, and now that that chance was here…
“I wasn’t kidding either when I said this will be a quickie.” I ran a hand up his back. “Because I’m ready to come just looking at you.”
Connor twisted around a little to look at me over his shoulder, and that wicked grin almost sent me over the edge. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Good question.
Though I knew this wouldn’t be a marathon round, I didn’t want it to be over too fast. Fingering him open gave me a chance to calm down; it turned me on, of course, but my dick wasn’t getting any attention, which helped. A little.
His increasingly desperate pleading? That didn’t help at all.
“Madars,” he whined, rocking his hips to egg me on. “Baby, please…”
“I’m getting there,” I teased, adding a second finger and fingering him as slowly as humanly possible. “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”
He muttered a few curses as he writhed, probably rubbing his dick against the mattress for some much-needed friction. “Madars…”
I chuckled. “Just making sure—”
“I’ve been ready for you since Prague,” he gritted out. “Just fuck me.”
The demand almost canceled out every attempt I’d made to calm myself down. I needed to fuck him, and his need was driving me wild before I got my cock anywhere near his ass.
I slid my fingers free. After I’d put on some lube, I positioned myself over him and tried not to lose my mind as he squirmed and whimpered with anticipation.
Sinking into him was like a whole new level of bliss. I’d topped guys without condoms before, but this was Connor. And it had been months since I’d touched anyone. And the tight, slick heat was going to drive me out of my damn mind. And… this was Connor. I finally had Connor.
“Fuck, baby,” I whispered, running my hands up his back. “You feel…” I ran out of words in any of the languages I spoke.
His strangled moan was too delicious for words, and I withdrew and pushed back in just to draw that sound out of him again.
“Madars…” He pressed his forehead into the pillow, and the muscles in his back and shoulders rippled as he rolled his hips beneath me. “H-hard.”
I bit my lip, struggling to keep my strokes slow. “I will. Just… Just want to make sure…”
“Hard,” he gritted out. “Please. I can—oh, God, yes!” He cried out nonsense as I plowed into him. I’d wanted to be careful, but he was right—he could take it like this, and nothing about his cries suggested it was too much.
It was a genuine miracle I hadn’t come yet, and in that moment, I didn’t care if I did. I just let go and slammed into him, reveling in the heat and the slickness and all the blissed-out sounds he made.
When my orgasm started to close in, though, I slowed down. Not yet. Even though I’d resigned myself to a quickie, and even though we had all summer, it turned out I wasn’t ready to be finished with this round quite yet.
“Madars,” he whined. “Please…”
I pulled his hips back so I was buried all the way inside him, and then I leaned down and kissed his shoulder. “I want you to ride me.”
Connor whimpered softly and nodded. “Please?”
I kissed the same spot again, then carefully withdrew. As I slipped free, I was tempted to thrust back in just because I needed to be in him, but I made myself turn onto my back.
The momentary frustration was worth it when Connor climbed on top. I steadied myself and guided him down, and we both swore as he eased himself onto my dick. How I’d lasted this long already was beyond me, but with him on top, we were definitely in for a quickie.
“Make me come,” I breathed as he started moving. “And then I’ll fuck you all over again.”
Connor bit his lip as he let his head fall back. “God, yeah…” He rode me, and he rode me hard. Holy fuck.
And wasn’t that a beautiful sight. I’d loved thrusting into him while he was on his back, laid out in front of me like the most incredible gift, but this?
Gazing up at him? Sliding my hands up his powerful thighs?
Watching the pleasure register on his face as he rode me?
That was something else. Fuck, he was gorgeous.
He was gorgeous, and I wasn’t the least bit ashamed of how fast this was going to be. After months of craving him, I’d been ready to explode the moment he’d stepped out of Customs. I’d already lasted longer than I’d thought possible, and this time, I surrendered completely.
“Fuck…” I dug my heels into the bed and thrust up into him, chasing my orgasm as he cried out and bucked on top of me. “I’m gonna—” I was coming before I could finish the sentence, gripping his hips and slamming into his gorgeous tight ass until I couldn’t take another second.
Then I dropped back onto the bed, panting and trembling and exactly as blissed out as I’d known I would be once we were naked together.
Connor kept riding me and pumping himself, and I just watched in wonder as he drove himself to the edge, then over it. He clenched hard around me and cried out as cum shot onto my stomach.
Fuck me. That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
With a shudder, he stilled. Eyes fluttering shut, he leaned over me, my dick still buried inside him as he lazily dragged his lips across mine. “Did I mention that I missed you?”
I grinned as I wrapped my arms around him. “Mmm, I think you did. And in case it wasn’t obvious, I missed you too.”
He laughed softly, his lips curving against mine, and then we were off and kissing again. Languid. Sweet. Unhurried.
Perfect. Just perfect.
“You still need a tour of the villa,” I mumbled against his lips.
“I do.” He nipped my lower lip. “But I kind of want another orgasm first.”
“Oh, do you? Already?”
“Mmhmm. Once we both recharge a bit, I mean.”
“We should pace ourselves.” I slid my hands up his back. “If I fuck you too much, you’ll be too sore.”
He pushed himself up a little and made a face like he was really giving it some thought.
Then he grinned. “Well.” He eased himself off me, both of us gasping as I slipped out of him.
As he settled on the bed beside me, he ran his hand up my chest. “Maybe we grab a shower, and then we sixty-nine and see who gets the other off first?”
I couldn’t help laughing. “Ooh, competitive blowjobs, eh?”
His grin was wicked and sweet and sexy. “Uh-huh. You game?”
Hell yeah, I was game.
I was game for anything and everything this summer. Today was the beginning of me and Connor, alone in this villa for weeks. Sharing this bed every night. Touching. Kissing. Fucking.
And I knew without a doubt this would be the most incredible off season I’d ever had.