Two Men and a Baby - Isla Olsen Page 0,43

my mouth and take a firm grip, licking up the underside of his shaft before kissing and nuzzling at his balls. I gently encourage his thighs to part a bit farther, and then I run my tongue over his taint before swirling it around the edge of his hole.

And the response I get is better than I could have imagined.

“Jesus, fuck yes…so fucking good! Keep doing that!” He gasps out, his body practically writhing off the bed in reaction to the contact.

I feel his strong hands threading through my hair and gently pressing me in place; as if I have any plans to go anywhere after that response. I continue to stroke Connor’s cock as my tongue teases his hole, my nose full of the scent that is all Connor.

“Fuck, fuck…I need more, baby,” Connor growls. “Give me a finger or something.”

I’m beginning to realize I can’t deny him anything, so I ease up on the rimming and remove my head from between his legs. Then I close my mouth over his cock once again and push one of my fingers into his hole.

He grips tight to my hair as I take him deep, my finger working in and out of his hole. A brush of that sensitive gland inside him has him completely arching off the bed and letting out a fierce groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Josh, baby, I’m ‘bout to come.”

I just work him even harder, swallowing down on his cock and brushing over his prostate again. With an almost agonized roar, he comes hard down my throat.

Once I’ve lapped up every last drop, I shift over so I’m straddling him, my hand furiously jerking my own cock. I’m so fucking close I barely even need to touch my dick before I feel the climax rush through me and I’m spurting ribbons of cum all over Connor’s tattooed chest.

He reaches up to grab a hold of my arm, tugging me down against him and making sure I’m just as messy as he is. Not that I could care any less right now.

He claims my lips in one of the sloppiest, messiest kisses I’ve ever experienced, but it’s also one of the most perfect because it’s Connor, and the fact he couldn’t even wait ’til he’d gotten his breath back to get his lips on mine is one of the reasons I love him so much.

Yep, love. I’m going there. I’m not going to be ready to say it out loud any time soon, but that’s what this is. I know it.

“Can I admit something to you?” I murmur against his lips.

“You can tell me anything.”

“I miss the ring.”

His brow furrows adorably as he tries to work out what the fuck I’m talking about. “The what?”

In lieu of an answer, I reach down to absently slide my thumb over the head of his dick.

He lets out a sharp hiss at my touch, his eyes fluttering briefly closed. “Ahh, that ring.”

“Yep. I miss it. It’s so fucking hot.”

“We’ve been over this, babe. I’d leave it in if it weren’t for the whole you-begging-for-my-cock-in-your-ass-about-ten-times-a-day thing.”

I let go of his cock and lean forward so I can murmur in his ear, “What if you left it in so I could feel it inside me?”

“Umm…”

Before he has a chance to form a proper answer, I shift so I’m hovering directly above him and can look deep into his eyes. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone before, but I want to with you, Con. And not just because I want to feel the ring. Because I want to feel you.”

He’s silent for a long moment before finally lifting his head to press a soft kiss against my lips. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Yeah. And I can show you my last test results if you need to see them. I’m all good.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “I don’t need to see the results, babe. I trust you.” He lets out a soft sigh. “But I should probably get a new one done myself before we go for this—it’s been a little while.”

“I can wait.” I lean down and press my lips to his again. “You’ll be worth it.”

Once we finally manage to make it out of bed—which admittedly takes a while because it’s Saturday morning and we have absolutely nowhere to be today—we head out into the living room and I take up position on the couch with the TV remote in hand while Connor makes us a late breakfast. Despite the amount