Page 45 of Better Late Than Never

He exhaled sharply. “I… Fuck. I love it like this. But I also want… I also want you torailme.”

The whimper that escaped this time was mine—my head full of images of him crying out as I pounded him deep and hard while in reality, I was still slowly, languidly sliding my dick in and out of his tight, slicked hole. I didn’t know which I wanted more either, only that I couldn’t get enough and I couldn’t take any more, and…

“You’re so damn hot,” I breathed. “I want to fuck you into the mattress, but I love it like this too.” I took a few more slow strokes before I shakily whispered, “Jesus Christ, Connor. Tell… Tell me what you want. Anything you want.”

I meant it to. In that moment, I’d have done anything to give him more of the pleasure that was already written all over his gorgeous face.

Connor rocked his hips in time with mine. Then he gazed up at me with fire in his eyes, and he pushed himself up on his elbow, curved his other hand behind my neck, and whispered, “C’mere.”

I did, letting him draw me down into a kiss that was as slow and sexy as the way our bodies moved together. This was perfect. Just… just perfect. A man who could kiss the soul right out of my body. My dick moving in him just right to have me almost on the edge of coming. His fingers twitching against my neck as he moaned against my lips.

I started to slide out again, and right then—right as I was pulling almost all the way out, Connor broke the kiss and looked right in my eyes.

“Alex,” he whispered. “Fuck me.Hard.”

Without warning or even thought, I thrust back in, and he fell back onto the mattress with a sexy, helpless cry.

“Like that?” I started withdrawing again, slowly like before.

“Yes!” He started pumping himself fast and hard now, and his eyes were still squeezed shut as he demanded,“More.”

What could I do but give this beautiful, vocal, responsive man exactly what he wanted?

I pushed my hands under his ass and lifted his hips, and we both gasped as the angle went from amazing tooh my fucking God, and I slammed into him deep and hard. His cries drove me on, and my thrusts made him cry out even more, and we fell into this perfect, dizzying feedback loop. Moving inside him felt incredible, and watching him and hearing him had me so damn close to the edge, I had to fight back my orgasm. I wanted him to come first—wanted his orgasm to set mine off. I wanted the sight and sound and sensation of Connor coming unraveled to be what sent me into oblivion.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, sounding to my own ears like I was close to sobbing. Maybe I was. “You feel so… Fuck, baby, I want you to come.”

Connor made a choked sound, and he pumped himself faster, his skin flushed as he drove us both on. “God, yeah…”

“Is that good? Is that?—”

“Just like that.” His eyes flew open and met mine. “Holy fuck, Alex, that is so…” He dug his teeth into his bottom lip as he rocked his hips just right to nearly catapult me over the edge.

And then, with a breathless cry of release, he jerked under me, and jets of cum landed on his flat stomach.

Hottest thing I’d ever seen. Hands down.

I thrust as hard as I could, trying to get as deep as Connor could take me, and then I let go, and my legs almost dropped out from under me as my orgasm crashed through me and into him.

With one last shudder, I slumped over him, holding myself up on shaking arms.

“Oh my God,” Connor moaned. “That was…” He trailed off, closing his eyes as he shivered beneath me.

I arched an eyebrow, still trembling and panting over him. “I hope whatever you were going to say wasn’t bad.”

He rolled his eyes, then gestured down at the cum all over his abs and chest. “Yes, Alex. Worst. Orgasm. Ever.” Another eyeroll as he reached for my neck. “Get down here.”

I laughed as he pulled me down to him, and we were both grinning when our lips met.

My back, unfortunately, didn’t like that position, so we didn’t stay that way for long. I pulled out and got rid of the condom, then dropped onto the bed beside him by the pillows where he had moved while I was up. We’d need to do a bit more cleanup thanks to all the lube and cum, but that could wait while we kissed and caught our breath.

After a while, he met my gaze, and he grinned. “Well, I’ve been sexually frustrated for a long time, but this was definitely worth the wait.”

I laughed, running my knuckles along his jaw. “Glad I didn’t disappoint.”

“Mmm, no, definitely not.” He kissed me again, letting it linger for a moment or two. Then, “Should we grab a shower?”

“Probably. Depends on if you think we’re done.”

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