slid a hand underneath my pants and boxer-briefs and swiped a finger across the tip of my cock, using the precum gathering there to slick my shaft. It was tight and awkward and messy and insanely hot.
“These,” I said, fumbling with the waistband of Connor’s jeans. “Off.”
I was barely coherent, but he got the message, tugging his own pants and boxers off first, then sliding mine down as well. They landed in a crumpled heap on the floor, but I barely noticed with Connor’s cock hard and begging for attention right in front of me.
He bent down and licked a long stripe up the underside of my cock, then swirled his tongue around the tip, and fuck, that felt good. But I pushed him off, maneuvering him onto his back.
“My turn,” I told him.
Connor spread his legs and I moved between them, then lay down on top of him as I pressed my lips to his. His tongue was velvet against mine, and I could have kissed him, just kissed him, for hours, if I hadn’t had more important things on my mind.
I moved down slowly, kissing and sucking and nipping at his skin, bringing little gasps and moans out of him that made me shiver with pleasure. I could still remember our first time together, the thrill of discovering that I could make stoic, angry Connor go soft and shameless with just my mouth.
I kissed down his chest, letting my hand work his shaft as I did, and he whimpered underneath me.
“Fuck, yes. Please.”
He spread his legs even wider, his fingers digging into my lower back. I loved the way he begged, not just with his words but his whole body.
Connor could have anyone. He had something that men and women all responded too—not just a gorgeous body, but a confidence, almost an arrogance, that made people throw themselves at him. But he’d chosen me, and here in bed, he gave me total control.
I kissed the taut skin of his stomach, the trail of dark hair leading lower still. Kissed his hip bones and made his thighs shake. I moved inward, kissing those thighs, then his balls, and finally, finally made my way to his cock. When I brought my lips to his head and spread them around it, Connor groaned.
“God, yes. I need it. Need you.”
The words touched something deep inside me, strummed a chord that made me shake. Being needed. Being wanted. Being the one Connor had chosen to give this to him.
I let my mouth sink down around his cock, going as far as I could, reveling in his moans. I loved the way he tasted. I loved sucking cock in general, but in ten years, I’d never found someone who made me feel the way he did. His musky, spicy scent filled my nose, and the tang of sweat and skin and precum hit the back of my throat as his cock filled my mouth.
I pulled off just enough to tease his tip, then sank down again, setting a steady rhythm. I liked pressing Connor’s buttons, liked making him feel good, but if I were being honest, half the appeal of giving a guy head was knowing how much some people disapproved. I knew there was nothing wrong with it, but the fact that so many people thought there was made it feel dangerous and dirty in a way that struck a match somewhere in my core.
Connor was panting, whining, his hands grasping at my shoulders, when I finally pulled off. I slid up and kissed him deeply.
“Can you be quiet for me?” I asked, my voice low.
He nodded frantically, his pupils blown wide with desire. “Fuck, yes.”
“Then be a good boy and pull your legs back for me.”
I grinned wickedly at the way his eyes widened, and I didn’t miss the way his cock twitched at my words either. Connor did as he was told, bending his knees and pulling them back towards his torso, exposing himself to me.
Something thumped in my chest, and the fire in my belly grew hotter. Connor looked so perfect like this, desperate and wanton. His cock was leaking precum liberally onto his stomach and his hole—God, his hole. Tight and dark and beckoning.
If sucking Connor’s cock felt dirty, this felt fucking sinful. I bent down and kissed the skin to the right of his hole, then the left, letting my breath ghost across it. I licked a slow stripe along it, from bottom to top, and Connor made