Page 131 of Better Late Than Never

I’m good. Just ready to be there and not traveling anymore. (skull emoji)

Yeah I bet. Can’t wait to see you.

He didn’t respond, and I tried not to read anything into that. I needed to stop being such an insecure jackass and just enjoy this trip, and that included if Connor was in a mood when he got here.

Turned out that Connor was indeed in a mood when he got here… but not the one I was anticipating.

“Fucking finally,” he said as he stepped through the door. Closing it behind him, he met my gaze, and though there was fatigue in his eyes, there was even more fire. He took off his glasses, grabbed my belt and pulled me in, and he growled, “God, I missed you,” a split second before I was against the door with his mouth on mine. He pinned me there with his hips, and oh, hell, he kissed me like hemeantit.

All my doubts—all mythoughts—scattered. I held on to him and whimpered as he explored my mouth as if he’d never touched me before.

When he went for my neck, I arched off the door, grateful for the support as my knees threatened to drop out from under me.

“You know what I was thinking about the whole way here?” he purred against my throat.

“Gonna… Gonna guess it didn’t involve going out partying.”

His laugh was a hot breath across my skin. As he rubbed his hard-on across mine, he said, “Not partying. Just… how much I wanted to be balls deep in you.”

The whine the escaped my throat didn’t even sound like me, but I didn’t care. “Y-yes, please?”

“Yeah?” He kissed beneath my jaw, then lifted his head to meet my gaze with eyes full of fire and need. “You want to get fucked?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak coherently, so I nodded.

His grin made my spine tingle. Licking his lips, he looked around. “Where’s the bedroom?”

It crossed my mind to suggest doing it right here against the door, but the lube was upstairs beside the bed. Without a word, I took his hand and led him to the staircase.

As soon as he saw the bed, he took the lead again, turning me around by my hips and claiming my mouth. We stumbled across the room until my calves hit the bed, but when I started to drag him down with me, he stopped me.

“Wait.” He started on his belt. “Let’s get all this shit out of the way first.”

“Love the way you think,” I said, and peeled off my shirt.

With our clothes scattered on the floor, Connor pulled me down on top of him, and… fuck yes. I loved the way this man kissed, but even more than that, I loved the way he touched me. His hands were always all over me, tracing every inch of skin he could reach. His touch was the closest thing to reverent I’d ever felt, and it made me even hotter than our rock-hard dicks rubbing together. Whether he was running his fingertips up my back or gripping handfuls of my ass, I loved it.

And that was before he licked his fingers and slid a hand between us. As soon as his fingertips started teasing my hole, I was shaking with need. We hadn’t had a night together since that hotel in Jerez over a week ago, and I needed his dick right the hell now.

For as eager as he’d been when he’d come through the villa’s door, though, he took his sweet time. He teased me open with one finger, then two. Then he added some lube and had me ride his hand as if I were riding his cock, and all the while he gazed up at me like I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“Christ, I want to fuck you,” he whispered as he kept fingering me. “The other night, I thought about finally doing you raw and blowing my load in you, and I came so hard I almost passed out.”

I bit my lip. “Yeah? How did you think about it?” I lifted myself up and came back down on his fingers. “On top like this?”

He shook his head. “No. On your stomach.”

I couldn’t help moaning. I loved it when he topped me like that. It wasn’t the deepest penetration, but something about the angle and the way he’d ride me into the mattress—just thinking about it had me ready to blow my own load.

“You want it like that?” He sounded breathless already. “And you’re still good with no condoms? I brought some just in case you changed your mind.”

If I’d had any reservations, they were gone in an instant. “No condoms. And I want you any way I can have you.” I gazed down into his smoldering eyes. “I fucking love taking you.”

It was his turn for a lip bite, and he arched under us. “How about you get on your hands and knees, then?”

Sounded good to me.

I shifted positions, and he settled behind me. He put some more lube on me, then a generous amount on himself. When he guided himself in and teased my hole with the head of his cock, I moaned, my elbows threatening to shake out from under me.

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