Page 44 of Better Late Than Never

First things first, though.

I molded myself to his back and kissed the side of his neck. “I’ll go slow. I promise.”

“You don’t have to. I’ve done this.”

“Oh, I know.” I traced the curve of his ass cheek with the back of his hand. “But going slow means I can tease you.”

I might’ve liked that frustrated groan a little too much. I didn’t apologize for it, though.

I wasn’t kidding about teasing him, either. I teased his hole far longer than I needed to, until he was whimpering and swearing, and only then did I gently slip in a fingertip. By the time I’d worked up to two fingers, he was touching himself and rocking back against me, every sound he made full of lust and need.

“You like that, don’t you?” I murmured.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “I… God, I want your dick. Like now.”

“Mmm, I know you do.” I kissed the back of his shoulder as I crooked my fingers inside him. “But it’s so much fun to make you beg.”

He started to say something else, but I added a third finger, and his voice fell to a near sob. He pumped himself faster, probably desperate for friction both inside and out.

“Don’t go too fast,” I teased. “Can’t have you coming before I fuck you.”

“Then fuck me, damn it,” he growled.

“I will. But first I want to?—”

“Alex,” he panted. “Please. Just… put on a damn condom andfuck me already.”

“Mmm, I could do that,” I purred in his ear, still sliding my fingers in and out so slowly it was almost frustrating forme. “Or I could keep making you squirm.”

“Alex.” He shivered hard, clenching almost painfully tight around my fingers. “Just. Fuck me.”

It was tempting to make him go even further out of his mind, but I was getting close to going out of mine. So, I slipped my fingers free and kissed the back of his shoulder again. “Give me a second to put on the condom.”

He exhaled. “Oh thank God…”

“Hey. He had nothing to do with it.”

Connor just laughed and shook his head.

I made quick work of putting on the condom, then added a generous amount of lube.

“How do you want me?” he asked.

“Move to the edge of the bed.” I got up onto my feet. “Like when I was blowing you earlier.”

He did, and I stood between his thighs. I fingered him a little more, just to make sure there was plenty of lube, and then…

Then I gave him what he’d been begging for.

There were few things I loved more than watching it register on a man’s face as I eased into him. Something about that look that was overwhelmed, relieved, and needy all at once. He closed his eyes and arched, stroking his own dick lazily as I carefully worked myself in.

“Like that?” Holy fuck, I was out of breath.

“Y-yeah.” He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. “God, Alex, you feel so…” He moaned, and I wondered for a moment if standing had been a good idea after all. I was so turned on, my knees were shaking, and I wasn’t entirely sure I could hold myself up.

I’d damn sure try, though, especially as Connor swore and gasped as he took me deeper. I’d always gotten off on getting another man off, but Connor’s pleasure was straight up addictive. I could get drunk on the sexy sounds he made and the sight of him laid out in front of me like a pornographic gift, taking every inch of my dick while he jerked himself off and writhed with pure bliss.

Somehow, I found my breath and my voice, and I whispered, “Do you like it like this? Slow and…” I closed my eyes as I buried myself all the way inside him. Pulling out slowly, I slurred, “Or do you want it harder?”

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