Page 35 of Coming Clean

“Fuck!” Connor gripped thesides of his head.

That was more like it.Jeremy loved Connor’s strong hands pressing against him, hisfingers sliding into Jeremy’s hair. He might have been the one onhis knees, but he knew instinctively that he was also the one incontrol. He could suck Connor off, make him whimper, even make himbeg. And he wouldn’t stop there, he’d fondle Connor’s balls, toywith his ass, give him so much stimulation he’d lose his mind andgive himself up to Jeremy.

Connor shuddered whenJeremy took his cock into his mouth, but he didn’t make a sound.Jeremy was certain he was fighting to hold his need inside. Jeremytook him deeper, swirling his tongue around Connor’s thick shaft ashe pushed a hand between his legs, using touch to ask him to openup.

Connor widened his stance,though his thigh muscles remained rock hard. Jeremy experimented,trying to find out what would drive him wild. He pressed a fewfingers against his perineum and used his other hand to tug onConnor’s balls, rolling them between his fingers. Connor sucked inhis breath and thrust against Jeremy’s face. Oh yes, he liked that.Jeremy brushed his fingers oh so gently over Connor’s hole whilestill sucking and licking his shaft, and Connor thrust deeper intoJeremy’s mouth.

“More. God, I need more.”Connor's voice was low, rough, demanding.

Jeremy smiled at him aroundthe thick flesh in his mouth. This was what he wanted, Connorparticipating, acknowledging what he needed.

Connor tugged on Jeremy’shair, not enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. Jeremyrubbed his face against Connor’s palm, letting him know he wasenjoying it without having to stop sucking, teasing, working Connorinto a frenzy. He was going to give Connor the best orgasm of hislife, and it was going to be glorious.

You’re going to gethurt. His conscience threatened topull Jeremy out of his lust-filled haze but he ignored it. In thatmoment he was Supergay, capable of making closeted men see theerror of their ways with a single blow job.

He sucked Connor deep,wrenching a gasp from him. Connor dug his fingers into Jeremy’sscalp as Jeremy worked him faster with his mouth and used a fingerto circle Connor’s asshole, pressing lightly, not enough to gainentrance but enough to make Connor think he might.

Connor rocked into hismouth, making choked sounds of pleasure. He loved this. Jeremy bethe’d like a lot more, but he wasn’t going to push any further, nottoday.

Connor was close. Jeremywas sure of it. He toyed with Connor’s balls as he took him so fardown he could feel Connor’s bush against his lips.

“Holy fuck!” Connor yelled.“Gonna—”

Jeremy pulled off. Connordidn’t need to finish that sentence to make Jeremy certain of themeaning. He pumped Connor’s shaft fast with a tight grip and Connorthrust into his hand. Their gazes locked, and Connor’s eyeswidened. He fought for air as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Themuscles in his neck were taut, strained. Jeremy loved how much hecould affect this strong man.

“I want to see you come,”Jeremy let his voice go husky.

Connor cried out, his wordsincoherent. Jeremy nearly came in his pants watching Connor shoothis load. He fumbled with the fastenings of his jeans and pulledhis cock out just in time. He stroked himself, coming before Connorwas even finished. Jeremy worked them both to the same rhythm untilConnor whimpered, a sound Jeremy would never had expected to hearfrom a Marine. Letting him go, Jeremy sat back on his heels andsavored the moment. He looked up, expecting to see satisfaction onConnor’s face. Instead he saw terror.

Fuck. Jeremy wiped his stickyhands on his jeans and tucked himself back in before standingup.

Connor didn’t move. SoJeremy pulled up his shorts, thinking maybe he’d be less freaked ifhis dick wasn’t hanging out. “You have done this before, right?”Jeremy asked.

Connor nodded.

“Did it freak you outthen?”

Connor shook his head.Great. It wasn’t men, it was Jeremy. “Was it easier to pretend whenyou were in the military? Did it seem less… gay?”

Connor shrugged. “Maybe. Idon’t know.”

Jeremy didn’t reallybelieve that. Even if Connor wasn’t sure what he was feeling, hecould guess. But men like Connor didn’t theorize, did they. Theyrushed in, guns blazing (cocks raging?), did their job, and gotout. “I’ll get going, okay?”

Connor raked his teeth overhis bottom lip. “I…”

Jeremy laid a fingeragainst his lips, stopping his words. “I get it. But I can’tstay.”

If Jeremy waited a secondlonger, he might not be able to force himself to leave. He mightkiss Connor and hope another round would ease his fears. That wouldbe incredibly idiotic. So he walked toward the door instead.Don’t look back. Don’t lookback.

“I’m sorry.” The words wereso soft Jeremy wasn’t a hundred percent sure he heard them. Real ornot, he had to go. He closed the door behind him, walked to hiscar, and sat in the driver’s seat, all on autopilot.

What should he donow?

Tears burned behind hiseyes. No. He was not going to cry.

It’s not a big deal. So hefreaked. So he’s not ready to admit that he’s gay. That’s fine. Wehad a little fun and I’ll move on. No use messing around withsomeone like that. David did warn me. He told me not togo.

He drove all the way homebefore the tears began to roll down his cheeks. He’d been such afucking fool.