Page 73 of Backward Motion

And then Sam’s stomach tensed, his hips arched, and he let out a cry, briefly leaving his body as Connor milked him, squeezing his fist to draw out every last drop. Sam collapsed back onto the couch, and Connor brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean. Sam jolted at the sight.

So fucking hot...

“I swear that was not my intention when I suggested this,” Sam whispered when he trusted himself to speak.

Connor smiled and bent to kiss him, unhurried and sweet, as though Sam’s release had very much beenhisintention.

When they broke apart, Sam pulled himself up and dropped to his knees on the carpet. Connor was already hard when Sammanaged to wrangle him from his pants. He positioned himself between Connor’s spread thighs, with his lips poised at the smooth head of his cock. Sam looked up at him, not needing words to ask the question.

“Yes, please,” Connor said, like a boy at a birthday party offered another slice of cake.

Sam had always loved giving head. It made him feel powerful rather than submissive, able to render a man boneless with his mouth alone. It was one of the few areas where he felt a control he otherwise struggled to assert in the bedroom.

Connor had no trouble relinquishing control where Sam was concerned. He rested one hand on the back of Sam’s head, less directive than protective, as he grew steadily harder in Sam’s mouth. Sam moved at his own pace, working his tongue along the underside of Connor’s shaft as he brought him in and out of his mouth. Connor wasn’t overly vocal during sex, but he made these beautiful little grunts of pleasure when he was sucked.

Sam released Connor until just the head of his cock remained wrapped in Sam’s lips. He tongued the slit, drops of moisture bursting forth. Connor gave a low groan, and the hand on Sam’s head clenched and released. His quickened breath urged Sam on, and he bobbed his head, faster now, seeing Connor stiffen on the couch before him.

“Mm-hmm, getting close...” Connor said through gritted teeth. “Ugh, Sam...”

He clutched the armrest, his fingers digging into the upholstery, as though down to the last shred of restraint. Sam knew he had an unfair advantage. Connor was tired after a long day and already turned on from jerking him off.

“Fuck, you’re going to makeme—”

Unable to finish his sentence, Connor finished in Sam’s mouth, and Sam drew him dry before letting Connor’s spent cock slip from his lips.

Connor slumped against the couch cushions, eyes closed, his hand still cradling the back of Sam’s head. Sam rested his cheek on the inside of Connor’s thigh and listened as his breathing slowed.

“Stay tonight?” Connor murmured, not opening his eyes. “I can call Lily.”

Sam snorted with laughter. “It’s not a playdate. I don’t need permission. Besides, my mom already knows where I am.”

Connor’s fingers combed through Sam’s hair, tickling his scalp as a lazy smile stretched across his face. “Then she knows you’re up to no good.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

The night before they left for Austin, Sam slept over at Connor’s apartment so they could make an early start. Sam still felt the need to let his mom know when he wouldn’t be home, which Connor found adorable, but he knew it was one of the reasons Sam was so excited to get his own place. They’d looked at a couple of listings together online while Sam obsessed over details like natural light and commute time to the office. For a place as small as Oakdale, Connor didn’t see the issue, but he could appreciate Sam’s dedication to the task.

That morning, when he and Sam piled into the van, bleary-eyed and steeled for a solid eleven hours of driving, Connor spotted the brown paper bag with his father’s medication still sitting on the dashboard. He’d stopped by the drugstore, at his mom’s request, only to be pulled into an emergency job and had forgotten all about dropping it off. They’d have to make a quick detour before getting on the road.

There had been a lot on Connor’s mind lately. His dad had finally been discharged from the hospital and was back at home. That was taking some adjusting, especially with the additional monitoring his specialist had insisted on. They’d been assigned a home nurse, who came by once a week to check on him, and his mom was given specific instructions on how to prepare meals to minimize the chances of accidental aspiration.

Then there was the trip to Austin with Sam. It was the farthest from Oakdale Connor had ever traveled if he didn’t count his family’s ill-fated road trip to the Grand Canyon when he was eleven. They’d made it as far as Colorado before the car broke down, and angry and tired, his father had pulled the plug on the whole excursion. Running his own business meant Connor’s dad hadn’t been able to take much time off, and money was always tight, so classic childhood vacations to Disneyland or the capital had never materialized.

Sam had opened up to him about his challenges with anxiety and depression, and Connor knew how important it was for him to close the chapter with Felix, but he worried that confronting the past might stir up difficult feelings for Sam. And if Connor was honest, he was afraid the trip would only serve to highlight what Sam was missing. Oakdale had nothing on a city like Austin.What if he regrets his decision to stay?

Connor pulled the van up outside his parents’ house and unclipped his seat belt. “I’ll just be a second,” he told Sam as he grabbed the prescription bag. He made it outside and onto the sidewalk before stopping in his tracks, struck by a sudden clarity. He turned back and opened the passenger door, poking his head inside. “Um, do you maybe want to come with me? To meet my parents.”

Sam gave him a quizzical look. “Connor, I’ve met your parents.”

“I meant more like, could I introduce you? Make it official?” Connor tried to sound flippant despite his racing pulse. “Only if that’s cool with you.”

The realization dawned on Sam’s face. Then he blushed. “Yeah, of course.”

Connor’s heart leapt.

Sam snapped down the sun visor and glanced at his reflection in the pocket mirror. He fiddled with his hair, smoothing it at the front. “I look like shit, though.”

“Uh-oh. Were you planning a facial before the big reveal?”