Page 36 of At His Wife's Behest

“I need,” Kellan whispered.

“Iknow,baby,” Connor replied. He placed his hands onto the mattress on either side of Kellan and leaned in for a kiss.

When they broke away, Kellan whimpered. “You promised me rough.”

Connor wasn’t sure he was capable of fulfilling that promise without coming. “I never promised,” he said. “I just said the oppositeisrough.”

“Semantics,” Kellan argued. “Make it burn, Connor.”

Connor smiled, kissing Kellan again. “Your wish is my command.”Dear god, please help me.He withdrew a few inches and slid back in, his knees shaking. Kellan’s body was madefor him, holding him tight. There was no way he’d last long, especially if he gave in to Kellan’s demand.

Kellan, on the other hand, was coming back to life. Resting on his haunches, Connor focused on his partner’s cock a moment to give him time. “Insatiable, I see.”

“You make me that way,” Kellan whispered.

Connor chuckled, sliding out again as he stroked Kellan. “Good,” he replied, slamming home.

Kellan gasped, back arching. Connor gave another thrust… and another… until he set a slow rocking pace. Quickening, he stroked Kellan’s cock in time to his tempo.

Connor stared down at Kellan, chest tightening. It was then when he realized Kellan had wormed his way under his skin. Past the defenses he kept in place with client, but then Kellan wasn’t simply a client. All those mornings of quick conversation and flirtation at school had started a slow burn, causing him to crave the man.

Once he had Kellan, he never wanted to let go.

Chest tight, he rocked into his lover, realizing the trust Kellan showed him that night. To be his first? He’d never viewed it as a big deal, yet it was in some odd way. No other man had shared the pleasure Connor now experienced. His gaze locked with Kellan’s, and the air knocked from his lungs.

They slammed together, over and over, both straining toward the abyss. When they found it, they flew off together, both coming at the same moment. Fire tore through Kellan as he erupted inside the condom, every neuron in his body alight with sensation. Shuddering, he exploded again and again whileKellan’s cum coated his hand. Through it all, they held one another’s stares, desperate to witness each other shatter.

The first quiet seconds of the aftermath, he felt weightless. That time before the first gasp for air, when time stretches and souls entwine. Connor knew in that space that Kellan belonged with him.

He came crashing down to earth, knowing he was asking too much. But not asking would be a sin. As he dragged air into his burning lungs, he considered his words. Lowering, he captured a kiss. “That was amazing.” He smiled. “You okay?”

“More than okay,” Kellan whispered.

Carefully, Connor withdrew. He scrambled from the bed and crossed to the bathroom, disposing of the condom and washing his hands. Returning to the bed with a warm washcloth, he wiped the lube from Kellan’s ass, watching his companion's reaction. Kellan smiled up at him dreamily, cast in the fog after. Once cleaned, he slid back into bed and drew Kellan into his embrace as his mind raced.

The quiet was still but for the beating of his heart and the slow inhales coming from Kellan. Minutes passed, Connor unsure what to say.

What to ask.

“You mentioned you were a virgin earlier. Is Abigail not…”Fuck. Notthat.

“Mine? She is.” Kellan chuckled. “I amended my statement earlier. I was ananalvirgin. Remember.”

“I do.”

“Abigail is very much mine. I never thought I’d have a child, but she came when I least expected it.”

“Your wife is bi?”

“No. She’s a lesbian.” He chuckled. “I know, how did that happen if you’re both gay?”

“The thought did cross my mind.”

“Emma and I had a very dark period. Not our relationship—but work and family and stresses all piling together, one right after the other. One night after we’d both had a moment of devastation, we had much,muchtoo much to drink trying to quiet the pain. I think we were both so desperate for affection and intimacy that we didn’t care who it was. We love one another. Not romantically, but it’s the closest thing we had to it. After, our relationship grew strained. It was a blunder we’ve never repeated, yet it was clearly meant to be. We were gifted with a beautiful daughter who I can’t imagine this life without. Abigail brought us close again, and we’ve never spoken of that night since.”

“I’m glad it didn’t ruin your friendship.”

“Me, too,” Kellan replied. “Though, we’re soon divorcing, so I don’t know where we’ll go from here.”

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