Page 97 of Better Late Than Never

I moaned, letting my head fall forward and my hand fall away from the bag. “Connor…”

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t doanythingto your ass, does it?”

I lifted my head and craned my neck, trying to look back at him. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”

The kiss he dropped on the center of my spine should’ve been a clue.

The one he planted at the small of my back—that tipped me off.

“Oh God…”

Oh God was right. We’d never discussed rimming aside from me mentioning that I enjoyed it, both giving and receiving. I had no idea if he’d ever done it before. If he hadn’t… well, then he was either a very fast learner or a fucking natural, because oh… my…God.

“Connor…” I writhed on the bed, my hard-on rubbing against the sheets as he licked and teased me like he’d never been the least bit nervous or self-conscious about sex in his life. His tongue was always magic, and this was no exception. “Oh, fuck, please don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He absolutely went to town on me, and I used what few brain cells were still functioning to make a mental note to return the favor. Bliss like this could not go unreciprocated… even if it had to be later because it was currently turning me into a trembling, moaning mess who could barely think about anything except how bad I wanted to come.

And how bad I wanted to makehimcome.

“Connor, I…” I squeezed my eyes shut and struggled to find my breath. “I’m gonna come if—I want to get you off too.”

He relented then, which gave me a chance to suck in some much-needed air. “Anything you want, baby.” He sounded breathless and unsteady, as if he were as close to the edge as I was. “Tell me what?—”

“Let me get the lube.”

His weight lifted up off me, so I fumbled with my bag and grabbed the lube. Then I rolled onto my back, and Connor was immediately over me. He leaned in to kiss me, but hesitated.

“Are, uh, are you okay with kissing after I’ve?—”

I cut him off with a deep, hard kiss.

He got the message.

We made out for a moment, and then he touched his forehead to mine. “Lube?”

I handed him the bottle. He coated both of our dicks with a generous amount of lube, and then we were back to kissing and lazily stroking each other. I didn’t even know who was setting the rhythm, only that our hands and hips had fallen into this perfect cadence, and we made out as we fucked into each other’s hands and took each other higher.

“I can’t wait till we get home,” he murmured, thrusting harder into my hand. “I want to come in you.”

The words made all the air rush out of my lungs. “Please? And fuck me hard?”

His eyes fluttered shut as he murmured, “Oh my fucking God…” Then he was kissing my neck, thrusting as if he were doing to my hand exactly what he planned to do to my ass later, and all the while, he was jerking me off like heneededmy orgasm.

I arched under him, thrusting up into his fist as I pumped him furiously. A throaty groan escaped my lips, and Connor pushed himself up and gazed down at me with fire in his eyes.

“You getting there?” he panted.

All I could do was nod.

A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. “Come, baby,” he pleaded. “That’s it. Come for me. God, you’re so sexy when you’re falling apart.”

I was falling apart, and all it took was another brush of his lips across my throat in the same moment he added a twist to his strokes, and I was doing exactly what he’d begged me to do. I cried out, thrusting up into his slick fist, and he egged me on, cursing and moaning against my throat until he also shuddered, swore, and added his cum to mine.

We collapsed against each other, trying to catch our breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “That was…”

“Uh-huh.” I lifted my head to kiss him softly. “I didn’t realize you were so into rimming.”

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