Some other time. Connor desperately hoped there’d be other times.
He reached out, taking one of Max’s hands and laying it on his ownthigh, holding it in place for a moment so Max got the idea. “It’s okay totouch me,” he said.
Max nodded, his fingers digging into the flesh of Connor’s thighinstead of the bedclothes.
He knew Max would be nervous, and that his first time wasn’t goingto be perfect, but Connor wanted it to be good, and satisfying, and for him toknow that this was okay, that he had full access to Connor’s body, that hecould touch wherever he wanted.
He rocked his hips in one long, slow movement, feeling Max’s fingersdigging deep into his thigh as he settled back against him.
“Does this feel good for you?” Max asked, breathless.
Connor chuckled. “You have no idea,” he said, shifting his weightagain. He leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand against Max’s chest,the other curled around his shoulder, his thumb resting lightly on Max’s neck.
He groaned a happy, satisfied groan as he rocked his hips again,not stopping this time, but speeding up instead. “You feel so good,” Connorsaid, already struggling to speak, his heart hammering in his chest.
He wanted Max to know, though. To know how good this felt for him,that he wasn’t just doing this for his benefit.
“Your cock is perfect,” Connor added, pushing back onto it,rocking back and forth, slow and steady, letting himself feel every inch ofMax’s cock as it moved inside him. A deep, needy moan rumbled in his chest, buthe didn’t even try to hide it.
Watching Max get off on this was more than enough reason not tohideanythingabout how much he was enjoying it. He could feel Max’ships moving, just a little, meeting Connor’s thrusts.
Max moved his other hand to Connor’s hip, his thumb pressing intothe flesh and against the bone, a grounding point of pressure.
Connor felt so full, and so needy, his cock leaking precome ontoMax’s stomach as he leaned forward, the urge to kiss him too strong to ignoreany longer.
He whimpered as the angle of Max’s cock changed inside him,burying the sound in Max’s mouth. His lips were so soft, his whole face relaxedin a way Connor hadn’t seen before. He could have gotten used to it, though.
Max was gorgeous when he was getting off. Soft gasps escaping hislips every time Connor moved, his eyes dark and glazed, his sweet little nosewrinkling at the end of every thrust.
“You’re beautiful,” Connor murmured, catching Max’s lips againbefore he could respond. He could have done this all day, long, lazy strokes ofhis hips, his cock skimming against the warm, smooth skin of Max’s stomach, hisinsides stretched full with Max’s hot, thick cock.
The building knot of arousal in the pit of his stomach wouldn’tlet him, though. He could hold back, do this a little longer, but eventually,he wanted to come.
The more he thought about how good it all felt, the more urgentthat was.
Unable to resist any longer, Connor sat back up, balancing hisweight on top of Max’s hips. He planted one hand in the middle of Max’s chest,stroking circles into the smooth skin there with his thumb.
His other hand curled around his cock, a soft hiss escaping him.Even his own touch was a little too much, but he needed this. He needed tocome, and he needed it to be with Max watching.
He lifted himself up, then let himself fall back down, gasping atthe new angle. Max was shaped just right to hit all the right places, his cockso damnedgoodthat Connor could barely believe he was real.
But he was, and he was right here, and the look on his face wasamazing. Connor had never really had a thing for virgins, but Max wasdifferent. Seeing him look up in awe, every new sensation playing out like anopera over his features, that was intense.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling so connected to another person.There was just somethingaboutMax, something Connor couldn’t describe,even to himself.
He rocked his hips again, biting his lip as Max’s cock filled him,the urge to keep going overwhelming. His thighs were already burning with theeffort, his cock leaking precome onto his hand.
Just a little more. The slightest nudge to tip him over the edge.
Max’s fingers tightened over his thigh, digging in deep enough tobruise. Connor gasped, half in pain and half in arousal, the thought of Maxleaving a mark on him making his head spin.
He was so close now. So close to coming, and judging by the wayMax was holding him, he wasn’t far behind.
Good. Connor wanted him to come.Neededhim to come. Thatwas the nudge he was waiting for, desperate for, his skin slapping againstMax’s as his thrusts got harder, sharper, as he raised himself up higher andlet himself drop faster and faster.
His thighs burned and his pulse pounded in his ears, but thesearing heat of arousal in the pit of his stomach urged him on.
He was going to feel this in the morning, but it’d be worth it.Max felt so good inside him, and the look on his face was priceless. His lipswere slack, his eyes wide, his breath hitching every time Connor let his weightfall on top of him.
