11. Connor #4
Before I can tailspin, he has a condom and is opening it with his teeth, careful to keep to the corner so he doesn’t put a hole in it with those fangs.
I don’t need any confirmation that Connor Ryan is sexually experienced, but it still makes my chest ache a little to imagine him with someone else.
Tearing a condom wrapper open for them, moaning for them, fucking them.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He tosses the empty wrapper onto the nightstand and starts rolling the condom over his cock. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Connor Ryan silhouetted by the moonlight, cock hard, lips parted, eyes glassy, naked and getting ready to fuck me.
He looks down at me when he’s fully sheathed. “Still okay?”
“Yeah.”
He picks my leg up and strokes my calf, bending down to kiss the insole of my foot before moving up to my ankle, knee, thigh. I laugh when he reaches a ticklish bit.
“Forgot how ticklish you are.”
He rubs my thigh and plants a hard kiss on it before grabbing the lube from the drawer.
“Do you want me to prep myself?”
Connor nudges my thighs open. My cheeks flush as I’m exposed.
He shakes his head. “As hot as that would be to watch, I wanna do it. If that’s okay?”
I nod.
After he coats his fingers with lube, he puts gentle pressure on my thigh until I lift my butt off the bed and bring my legs in close to my stomach. I’m not exposed for long, because he bends down and kisses me while his fingers slide down my crack.
I moan when he finds my hole and starts ringing it in slow, deliciously patient circles.
Connor only presses inside me when I start grinding against him. I’m panting and my face is on fire by the time he slides one finger inside.
Our kiss is messy and lazy, Connor’s toothpaste breath in my face. I watch the muscles in his shoulder work as he pumps his finger inside me. He finds my prostate and massages it. A moan rips out of me as I throw my head back.
“Sure we can be loud?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
I gasp every time he pulls away and comes back, pressing down on that spot that makes my eyes cross.
I moan and writhe under him, acting in a way I’ve never acted with anyone before.
Sex has always been restrained and slightly embarrassing.
But how many chances will I get to have to have sex with Connor?
How could I live the rest of my life knowing I had this opportunity and I spent the whole time holding back?
My body clenches around him, my hips pushing off the bed, aching for … “More.”
Connor slips another finger inside me, kissing me while he tortures my prostate.
“You’re gonna feel so good when I’m inside you,” he says.
I never thought I’d hear Connor talk like this. I can only reply in hums.
“I don’t know if I’m gonna last,” he whispers.
“It’s okay. Do it now. I’m ready.”
He pulls out, my body clenching around the empty space.
But then he’s positioning himself against me and I’m letting him in.
Swallowing the head and feeling that maddening fullness start to take over, inch by inch.
I need Connor to fill me. I need him to consume me.
For the only thing my mind has space for to be his smell, the way his skin feels and the way he’s making me feel so full I could burst.
I think he’s bottomed out when he pauses. The smell of fresh sweat and deodorant is so strong I could get drunk on it. My body throbs around him.
“Is that okay?”
I nod. “So good.”
He smiles and ghosts a kiss over my lips. “So good,” he echoes. “Think you’re ready for more?”
“More?”
His breath is pushed past my lips with his laugh.
“Yes.”
He rolls his hips, deeper, this time bottoming out. I moan, my eyes rolling and my head falling back. His lips clamp onto my Adam’s apple and he sucks.
“Oh, Connor,” I say, grasping his hair, holding him against me.
I think he’s gonna start fucking into me, hard and fast, but when he moves, it’s patient and cautious.
Rolling his hips, thrusting into me in slow, languid movements.
Watching me the whole time, kissing me, brushing my sweaty hair out of my face.
I have one hand fanned over his back, taking in the flexing of his muscles as he thrusts into me, the other in his hair, grasping, tugging, twirling the strands around my fingers.
My knees are pressed against my chest, Connor’s getting as close as he can physically get. His nose brushes mine. He smiles softly before diving in for a kiss. His hips thrusting deeper, a little harder.
I don’t know how long we do it like this, but I’m in no hurry to stop.
Not even with the ache in my thighs or the sting from how big he is.
I don’t even care that every second I get sweatier, more unbearably hot.
That the fan seems to be blowing warm air on us now.
It’s worth it to see how red Connor’s cheeks are.
How glassy his eyes have become. To see him bite his lip, hear him pant and moan, whisper my name. Kiss me like he needs me.
“So good,” he moans on a thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good, Eli.”
Sex has never been this intimate for me. There’s a well of emotion tingling under the surface that I have to keep pushing down. I’m trying to live in the moment and cling only to the physical sensations, but it’s impossible when I’m doing this with him .
“Connor, please.”
The second he touches my cock, that place we’ve been in, suspended just on the edge of climax, sucks me in, pulls me under.
I gasp as Connor strokes me over the edge.
Heat pooling in my groin, pleasure tingling up my spine.
I moan as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I feel a smile touch the corners of my lips as pure bliss washes over me.
In those perfect few seconds that Connor makes me come, I know I have never felt better than this in my life.