Page 11 of That Trucker Kind of Love

His lips parted, like the idea of me doing that—just from his mouth on my body—made him fucking delirious with pleasure. And Ilovedthe look on his gorgeous face when he pictured it. All hazy and lust-filled and needy.

He wiggled down my legs and reached down, grabbing the top of my pajama bottoms. He slid them down my legs, a low groan crawling out of his chest as my cock was freed. It bounced against my stomach, the tip leaking.

“Oh, fuck,” Fletcher groaned. He wrapped his fist around the base of my shaft and tilted it up. Looking up at me through his lashes, he flicked his tongue over my tip. I jerked, hissing a breath through my teeth. Quickly, I pressed the heel of my hand to his forehead, my breath sawing out of my lungs as I pushed his head back.

“I need to be inside of you before I come,” I ground out, my teeth clenched. “I’m clean. Promise.”

Fletcher nodded, his breaths panting out of him as he climbed up my body. “I am, too. I want you raw, Conan.”

Moaning at the thought, I nodded my head and laid my head back on the pillows, my neck straining. I gripped his thighs as he straddled my hips, and I moaned when the tip of my cock pressed against his opening. He was slick and wet, ready to impale himself on me. And God, I couldn’t fucking wait.

“I’m yours,” I promised, looking back up at him. “Always been yours, Fletcher.”

His lips parted, and he slowly lowered himself on me. I raised my knees, my fingertips digging into his flesh. If he didn’t have bruises there in the morning, I’d be fucking surprised.

His mouth fell open into a perfect O as he lowered himself further. “Conan,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good.”

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I chanted, my back arching as he settled on me fully. I was deep inside of him, all the way in. I could feel his balls on my pelvic bone, and his shaft was bobbing with every tremble of his beautiful body. All those muscles were clenched tightly. And when he rose back up on his knees, his abs flexed, his muscles bulging in his right arm as he fisted his shaft.

“Goddamn, you are stunning,” I growled. “Ride that dick, baby. Own me. Fuck me.”

He whimpered, bouncing on my cock now that he’d found a rhythm. Precum pulsed from his shaft every time my dick rubbed his prostate. His body moved fluidly, and when he leaned forward, planting one hand on my chest, I snarled, gnashing my teeth together to keep from coming.

He had to come first. Had to. I needed to comewithhim.

“Fletcher, baby—oh, fuck, do that again,” I commanded when he rolled his hips as he lowered onto my cock again.

Three strokes like that, and his cum pulsed over my chest, hitting me in the chin and my lips as he came. He shouted my name, riding me harder, and I shattered. My mind went white as I clutched at him, driving my cock up into him as I spilled inside his addictive ass.

After, he collapsed onto my chest, his breaths coming quick and fast. We were both shaking, and my mind was foggy as hell.

“I can’t move,” he mumbled. Yeah, I couldn’t either. That was the best, most mind-blowing sex I’d ever had in my life.

I tugged the blankets over us and wrapped my arms around him, not giving him the opportunity to slip from off my body. I wasn’t ready for him to move. “Fuck the cum,” I grumbled. “We can clean up in the morning.”

“Gonna be disgusting,” he muttered, his words heavily tinged with sleep.

I rolled my eyes behind my closed lids. “Don’t give a fuck,” I grunted. I held him tighter. “Sleep, baby.”

“Gonna crush you.”

I sighed. “Fletcher, shut up and go to sleep.”

He managed a husky laugh as he snuggled closer, his thighs squeezing my hips. Warmth slid through my veins as I clutched my boy to me.

No onewas taking him from me. He was mine. And if Tyler couldn’t get on board with that when we told him, then fuck him.

No one was more important than Fletcher. And Tyler had ripped enough happiness from Fletcher as it was.

He wouldn’t be doing it any longer.

8

Fletcher

My ass was a little sore when I woke up the next morning, but I never wanted it to stop hurting. It was a reminder of what had happened between me and Conan—fuckingfinally. I’d waited so long to finally have this man as mine. I never thought it would be possible. But even now, he was still cuddling me, though I could tell he was awake.

“Your stomach woke me,” Conan rumbled from beneath me.

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