Page 31 of Star-crossed Betas
“Precisely, twowholeweeks. I’m surprised you even recognise me,” I reply before I grab him by the hips and flip us so he’s lying under me.
Our mouths crash together, his tongue pressing against mine, and he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. This is the kiss I wanted. A loud, embarrassing moan slips free, and I’m way too on edge already.
Cee tugs my t-shirt up, and I help him pull it off over my head quickly before our mouths are fused together again. I grind my hips against him; our erections rubbing together is amazing, but it’s not enough.
I need to feel his skin against my skin.
I pull my joggers off with an unnecessary degree of urgency. It might be December, but my skin is burning so hot I can hardly bear it.
“I told you not to bother putting these on,” I tell him as I tug his bottoms off.
“Fine, you were right. Now hurry up,” he says, sounding needy. I love it when he gets this way.
“Hold on a minute… Did Connor Kelly just say I’m right? I’m going to need you to repeat that.” He lets out an unimpressed huff and glares up at me indignantly until a sly smile crosses his lips.
“I was gonna suggest you lie back while I ride you, but if you’d prefer I repeat myself, I can do that instead.” I think my brain sort of reboots over the mental image.
“Have I ever told you you’re never wrong? Like you’re the rightest right person I’ve ever known?” I say before I go back to kissing him.
“That’s what I thought,” he replies breathlessly.
Slowly making my way down his body, I pause to flick my tongue over his hard nipples, which never fails to get a sexy little gasp out of him. Settling on my front, I kiss and lick the soft, milky skin of his inner thighs. As I graze my teeth against the delicate skin, he shivers beneath me. Unable to help myself, I give him one long lick from the base of his cock to the tip and then push his knees back, exposing his hole to me.
“Hold your legs back.” He does as I ask immediately, and this slightly submissive side of him never fails to make me as hard as a rock. I blow gently over his tight, pink hole, and it flutters. Watching how his body responds to me never gets old.
He whimpers as I press my tongue lightly over his rim. I gradually increase the pressure, tasting him thoroughly and loving the feel of him softening from my ministrations. He tastes so good, musky and something else so uniquelyhim.
“Fuck… I need…” he stutters.
“What do you need?” I ask between licks.
“I dunno, I just need,” he mumbles incoherently, and I chuckle.
Grabbing the bottle of lube I packed, I coat two fingers in the silky liquid. His hole is already relaxed from my tongue, so I press two slick fingers into him easily.
“Is this okay?” I ask. I’m hypnotised as I watch my fingers move in and out of him. When he starts to move his hips, seeking out more, I crook my fingers to brush against his prostate.
“Fuck. Yeah, more than okay,” he says, writhing and moaning. The way he comes undone for me is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. His brow is sweaty, and his chest and neck are flushed a dusky pink. I lick a bead of sweat from his Adam’s apple and gently nip at his jaw.
“Stop, fuck. I’m too close. I’m ready; lie down,” he says before gripping my shoulders and pushing me down onto the blanket.
He straddles my hips and grabs the lube, coating my cock. As he strokes the liquid up and down my shaft, I scrunch my eyes closed and try to think unsexy thoughts because I’m dangerously close to erupting.
Note to self—don't go quite so long without having a wank.
I can’t look away as he goes up onto his knees, preparing to take me. I hold the base of my dick still and line it up before he sinks down onto me. The pressure around my cock as it squeezes through the two rings of muscle is almost too much, and I grab his hips to hold him still for a moment when he’s fully seated.
After a few deep breaths, I’m not quite so on edge anymore, and I use my hands to guide Cee's hips up. He takes the greenlight to undulate up and down my length, slowly at first, as he adjusts. His own cock is hard and leaking precum; I swipe my thumb over it and bring it to my lips to taste him. He watches me intently as I lick my thumb clean, and his eyes darken with desire. Leaning down, he kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue. My fingertips dig into the fleshy part of his bum, and I’mfrustrated there’s no physical way to have him as close to me as I’d like.
Sometimes, sex with Cee feels like all my filthy fantasies come true. But he’s water slipping through my fingers I can never quite hold onto, no matter how hard I try. He moans loudly when I bend my knees and thrust my hips up to meet him, pumping myself up into the tight warmth of his arse. I’m frenzied, fucking him harder and harder, completely out of my mind. My ears are filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and loud, blissful moans. Both of us chasing our release and enjoying how amazing our bodies feel joined together.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps, and suddenly he’s vibrating on top of me, ropes of his cum shooting out of his cock and coating my abs.
The combination of watching him come without even touching himself and the way his orgasm causes the muscles in his arse to constrict around me has me following him into ecstasy like a freight train. My hips surge up as I pull him down onto me as hard as I can, feeling my cum fill his hole. My whole body shakes, and I grunt when he clenches, milking every last drop out of me.
He flops down onto me like a dead weight, pressing his face into the crook of my sweaty neck, and I wrap my arms and legs tightly around him. I wonder briefly if you can be addicted to a person? If so, I think I might be addicted to Connor; it’s been a year and a half and every day, I want him more and more.
“Happy New Year,” I say softly. Cee starts laughing, which causes my very over-sensitive and softening dick to slip out of him. He lifts himself up so his face hovers over mine and kisses me gently.
