Page 87 of Better Late Than Never

This was a feedback loop I could absolutely get used to.

Connor pushed himself up, so I let go of his hair. A second later, about the time I was finding my breath again, he was over me, and that talented mouth was crushing mine. I slid a hand back up into his hair, and I tried that again—the slightest little tug.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he broke the kiss. “That is…”

“Like getting your hair pulled?”

“Apparently so.” He started on my neck again, kissing along the side of my throat as he rubbed his hard dick alongside mine. “Learn something new every—oh, God, yeah…” He arched like a cat and shivered as I pulled again. I wasn’t yanking or anything; at most, I was making his scalp sting just enough for him to notice.

“Should try this while I’m fucking you,” I said.

“Holy…” He kissed under my jaw, then found my mouth again, and he broke away just enough to murmur, “Please do.”

Duly noted.

I closed my eyes as he kept rocking against me and kissing my throat. I was seriously getting spoiled with this man; I had never in my life been with someone who could make me feel like nothing else existed in his world except turning me on, and it was addictive.

Turning him on was addictive, too, and he’d been doing all the work since we’d gotten into bed. Time to change things up.

I nudged him gently so he’d come up for a kiss. When he did, I rolled him onto his back, and we kept making out like that before I took my chance to explore him the way he had me. I loved the sounds he made. I loved how his ab muscles would contract beneath my lips. How his hips would almost vibrate with the need to thrust, but he’d keep them still while I teased every inch of his cock and balls. I loved how he peppered the air with whispered curses and sharp gasps, and I was tempted to take him all the way because I loved how he sounded and tasted when he came.

I had something else in mind this time, though.

I made myself get up off him, but only for a second so I could reach for the nightstand and the bottle of lube we’d used yesterday.

“Are there still condoms over there?” he asked, sounding as out of breath as I was.

“There are.” I returned with just the bottle. “But we don’t need them. Not for this.”

Interest sparked in his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” I grinned and poured some lube into my hand. “Give me your hand?”

He did, and I gave him some lube too. Then I tossed the bottle aside—still within reach but out of the way—and settled over him again. As I stroked lube onto his dick, he groaned and bit his lip.

He also caught on to what I was doing. That, or he just wanted to touch me. Either way, he closed his slick hand around my cock, and his strokes fell into sync with mine. For the longest time, we made out and slowly, decadently pumped each other, not really trying to get to the climax—just enjoying each other’s touch.

After a while, I nudged his hand away, and closed my hand as much as I could around both of us. When I rocked my hips, the underside of my cock slid along his, and that got me exactly the desired effect—Connor’s eyelids fluttering closed as he swore and arched under us.

“Holy fuck…” He grabbed on to my shoulder as if he needed something to anchor him. “That… shouldnotbe that good.”

I laughed and moved a little faster, losing myself in this perfect barrage of sensations. “Think you can come like this?”

“Uh-huh.” He rocked his hips to complement my strokes, taking everything to a dizzying level of perfect. “God, Alex, you’re gonna make me come.”

I fucked against him a little harder, driving moans out of both of us. Connor’s fingers dug into my arm, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he thrust up for all he was worth.

I let my head fall beside his as I gave in completely, chasing my own orgasm as I tried to drive him toward his. Then his whole body jerked under me, and my strokes turned hotter and slicker in the same instant he cried out, and I was coming too, shouting despite some voice in my head trying to shush me.

I collapsed over him, my supporting arm shaking beneath my weight, and Connor pulled me the rest of the way down. I gave in with a grateful sigh, though I was careful not to rest myfullweight on his chest.

“That thing you were doing with my hair?” he slurred after a while. “Feel free to do it again. Any time.”

I laughed and eased myself up on one arm. “You liked that, huh?”

“More than I thought I would.” He arched an eyebrow. “What about you?” He peered at my hair. “Not that there’s much to grab on to…”

“Eh. I can take it or leave it. But if it’s something you enjoy, I’ll definitely remember.”

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