“Oh, fuck that’s good,” he moans.
I start moving slowly, but as soon as he matches my rhythm, trying to fuck himself on my cock, I snap my hips, slamming into him.
“Ungh,” he grunts before saying, “Again.”
I’d hoped the condom would dull the sensation enough to help me last longer and prevent me from getting too attached.
But I now know that was faulty thinking. And I’ll do whatever it takes for Connor to let me in again. Maybe alone isn’t the best way to do things. Yeah, being let down hurts, but it doesn’t hurt less than a life of isolation. It doesn’t hurt less than missing out onthis.
As I fuck his ass, the fingers of Connor’s right hand dig into my left thigh while his left hand shuttles across his cock.
It’s harder than it might sound to maintain one rhythm with your hips and a different rhythm with your hand, but I was always good at rhythm and the whole ‘pat your head, rub your stomach’ thing, so I bat Connor’s hand away and take over.
But he’s getting close.
“Do you want to come like this or wait and come inside me?” I ask, my own clock winding down faster with each thrust of my hips.
“It’s too good. I can’t last,” he pants, making my chest swell with pride.
“Then come. Make a fucking mess out of us,” I demand. “I want to hear you scream my name, Connor.”
“Oh, shit.You fill me up so good. I’m gonna…fuck, Vox!”
Connor’s ass has my dick in a warm, pulsing grip. I’m not going to last a second longer than I would if I were bare, and when I begin emptying my load into the condom, I’m no less attached to the man coming undone at my hands than I would be if I were taking him raw.
I watch in awe as Connor paints my hand, his abs, and his chest with cum as the waves of his orgasm rip through him, prolonging my own release.
“Fuck yes, baby.Me too,” is all I can manage before a series of grunts takes over and I’m lost to the tides of pleasure coursing through my veins, making my muscles heavy with fatigue and zapping my energy.
I pour myself into the condom, wishing I’d never put it on in the first place.
A minute later, I slump forward on Connor’s chest, totally boneless, not worried about my weight crushing him. In my post-orgasmic glow, with his arms holding me to him, I imagine what it would be like to watch my release drip from his ass. That unmistakable sign that he’smine.
“You okay?” he finally asks.
No.I want more.
At the very least, I want a chance to explore this. For as long as I can remember, there’s been a low hum of anxiety in the background of my life. Keeping distractions at bay, focusing on being the best, trying to navigate adulthood without any real connections, and figuring out a plan once this chapter of my life is over, have had a way of keeping me constantly on alert. Here, in Connor’s arms, is the first time I’ve felt like I can lower my guard all the way. It feels like every cell in my body just took a collective sigh for the first time. It feels like the physical release gave way to a psychological one, allowing me to admit that maybe I don’t want to doeverything on my own anymore. But I don’t say any of that out loud.
“Are you?” I return instead.
“Yes and no,” Connor answers truthfully.
“Same, I guess,” I say with a sigh, trying to sit up.
“Stay,” Connor says, tightening his grip.
“Okay.”
It’s the last word I speak before I pass the hell out in Connor’s arms.
It appears the answer to his question istwice.I only came twice before I blacked out.
Chapter 24
Connor
Iwake up to the shrill sound of my cell phone.Fuck, how long have I been asleep?It takes me a second to register all the events of the previous night, but when I turn my head, Vox is asleep on his back, one hand on his dick, the other resting on my stomach, like even in his sleep, he wanted to keep me close.
