Page 35 of At His Wife's Behest

Kellan’s breath caught, hunger clear in his eyes. Connor yanked the zipper down and tugged the fabric apart. He drove a hand behind the band at the top of Kellan’s briefs and got a handful of hard cock in his palm. Stroking it, Kellan’s precum helped lube the touches that followed.

“Is that what you want, baby? Be my captive lover, never allowed anything but a good, swift fucking every day for the rest of your life?”

“Yeah,” Kellan said between pants and gasps.

“Not until you come for me,” Connor said, using his free hand to tug down Kellan’s pants. “I wanna see you shoot your load for me.”

Kellan’s body tightened, his breath coming in gasps.

“You’re all mine,” Connor growled. “Youandthis cock of yours.”

Kellan shouted, back bowing. He shot a thick jet of cum onto the comforter, and another over the back of Connor’s hand, trembling with the force of his release. Connor continued tostroke, drawing the orgasm out as far as he could until Kellan nearly collapsed onto him.

Connor lifted his coated hand to Kellan’s lips. “You’ve made a mess. Clean it up.”

Kellan’s gaze met his in the low light, eyes wide. But he did as commanded, his tongue coming out to swipe through the cum on Connor’s hand.

“That’s a good boy,” Connor murmured, carefully kicking off his shoes. “Undo my belt while you clean your mess.”

Kellan’s hands shook as they closed over his belt. Struggling, he unbuckled it before moving to the zipper, lowering it.

Connor’s aching shaft pushed out between the vee, tenting his briefs. Kellan stroked him, having learned much in their week together. An apt pupil, Kellan had been quick to notice the touches Connor enjoyed most.

And there was no way that Kellan hadn’t given a million blowjobs with the talented mouth he possessed. As Kellan lowered to offer another, Connor knew there was no way he’d make it. Two seconds in Kellan’s mouth and he’d likely explode, as on edge as he was.

He whipped off his light sweater and kicked out of his pants, baring himself. After removing what little was left on Kellan, he climbed onto the bed. Kellan scooted away, as if afraid of Connor’s touch.

“Get back over here,” he commanded.

“I figured you’d want me on my hands and knees,” Kellan whispered.

“Nope,” he replied. “I want to see your face when I slide into you.”

Kellan’s eyes fell closed, a mewl rising from his lips. Connor rested his hand on Kellan’s chest—eyes whipping open—before pressing the man down to the surface. He wrangled the lube and a condom from the plentiful supply in the drawer next to him. Ripping open the foil, he covered himself in one quick roll. Kellan watched his every move through narrowed lids.

“Let me see what I’m working with,” he murmured, filling his palm with lube. With his free hand, he lifted one of Kellan’s legs to get a better view. “That’s a sweet little hole you’ve got.” He’d given it a few laps with his tongue and some teasing with a finger, but nothing more.

Before Kellan could reply, he slathered lube over the puckered flesh. Any words on Kellan’s lips transformed into a low moan, tickling the edges of Connor’s desire. Their eyes met, lust encountering lust. Connor worked a finger in, the tension causing his balls to draw tight to the base of his cock. “You’re sure you’re ready for me?”

Kellan was tight, and he worried he’d hurt the man.

“I’m ready,” Kellan assured. “With a little prep.”

Connor worked in another finger, stretching Kellan wider. He gasped, breath catching. Another moan came from his lips.

“More,” Kellan pleaded.

Connor worked his two fingers in and out, fearful of rushing.

“Please,” Kellan begged, his head thrashing.“More.”

Connor added a third finger, sensing the hitch in Kellan’s breathing. Worry filled him, only to ebb as Kellan relaxed against the invasion. Connor stretched him, ensuring he’d fit before withdrawing.

Connor angled the head of his cock against Kellan’s stretched hole. “Last chance to change your mind.”

“Fuck me,” Kellan whispered without pause, capturing Connor’s gaze once more.

Connor sank in an inch or two, pressing past the thick band of nerves. Kellan winced but smiled through it. Connor descended deeper, inch by inch, until his whole cock disappeared. Closing his eyes to the pleasure, he gasped at the tight grip of Kellan’s hole around him. Kellan’s hips rolled, urging him on. Gripping one side of the man’s waist to still him, Connor breathed through the blinding pleasure. Once he’d gained control, he met Kellan’s avid stare.

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