Page 60 of Better Late Than Never

Last weekend, I believe.

Between us, we fumbled with my clothes, and we managed to get my shirt untucked and my pants undone. He’d barely wrapped his fingers around my hard-on before he pleaded, “Fuck me.” He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “God, Alex. Please. I want… I want…”

“Absolutely,” I growled. “Let me get you ready.”

“Already there,” he panted. “Just… Just need your dick.”

I couldn’t help groaning with pure need. He’d gotten himself ready for me, too? Fucking hell. “Lube? Condom?”

He motioned toward the nightstand, and sure enough, everything we needed was there.

Just rolling on the condom almost had me losing it. I was hardly a minuteman, but the sheer anticipation of burying myself in Connor had me right on the edge. As I put some lube on the condom, I raked my eyes over him, then met his gaze.

“Put a pillow under your ass,” I ordered.

Connor grabbed one, lifted his hips, and put the pillow under him. As soon as he’d settled onto it, I moved between his legs, pushed his thighs farther apart and pressed against his hole.

I hadn’t even pushed in yet when he breathed, “Oh, God…”

Grinning down at him, I purred, “You really want it, don’t you?”

“Yes.God, I—ooh, fuck, yeah…” The bliss rolling across his face as I eased myself in was too sexy for words. I loved being with someone so responsive; just one careful stroke inside him, and he was already trembling and biting his lip like I had him on the edge.

I withdrew, then eased in a little deeper. Even though his face said it all, I couldn’t resist asking, “You like that?”

“Uh-huh.” He arched under me, and his eyelids fluttered before he fixed his gaze on me. “You feel so damn good.”

“So do you,” I murmured with complete honesty. I was no stranger to sex, definitely no stranger to topping, but being in bed with Connor made me high in ways I’d never experienced before. Maybe because this was all so new to him. Maybe because he was just so fucking gorgeous. Either way, I couldn’t get enough of him, and he moaned and gasped like he couldn’t get enough of me.

Fucking perfect.

“Been thinking about this ever since last time,” he said. “Just… so good.”

“Mmm, me too.” I leaned my hands on the bed beside his arms and picked up the pace a little. I wasn’t going fast or hard—not as fast or hard as I absolutely could if he asked—but it was enough to knock more moans and curses from his parted, kiss-swollen lips. “Like that? Or… more?”

“This is perfect,” he slurred. “Want to try it harder one of these days, but… this is perfect.”

My head spun, both at the arousal in his voice and the thought of doing this again. I didn’t know how we could make that happen, but in that moment, I’d have done anything to wind up like this with Connor again and again and again.

“Isowant to switch sometime,” he murmured breathlessly, still furiously pumping himself. “But I just… I needed your… oh, God, yeah…”

I almost lost my rhythm. The hunger in his voice, along with the desire to fuck me like I was fucking him, had me dizzy with pleasure and anticipation. I wanted to come. I wanted to pull out, turn around, and beg him to top me before I burst into flames. I wanted to cry.Fuck, I just felt so damngood.

“Don’t stop,” he moaned, arching under me. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah?” I gazed down at him, absolutely mesmerized by the sight of this gorgeous man unraveling as I rode him. I couldn’t believe he was here. Thatwewere here. That I was fucking him. That his beautiful body was laid out in front of me as he jerked himself off. I’d been so convinced I’d never have him like this again, and now I did have him, and it was perfect, and I was so damn close to losing it and?—

“Fuck!” I shouted, forcing myself as deep as I could as I came so hard the room turned white. “Oh my God…”

“Oh, that’s so hot,” he whispered, and he rocked his hips a little, which drove my orgasm out for another second or two before I collapsed over him.

“Jesus…” I pressed my forehead to his shoulder. “I… That caught me by surprise.”

He laughed and he didn’t sound at all put off that I’d come, even though he’d been close himself.

I kissed the side of his neck, which made him shiver. Then I pushed myself up on shaking arms and met his beautiful eyes. “Let me get take care of the condom. Then I’m going to finish you off.”

“Yes, please,” he growled, eyes afire with need.

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