Page 19 of Tough Call

Madars lifted himself up and grinned. “You were optimistic on this trip, eh?”

Heat rushed into my face as I laughed. “I just keep them in my bag.” Sliding my hands up his sides, I added, “You know, in case I decide to hook up with someone while I’m traveling.”

“Mmm, smart.” He came down to kiss me again. “Still plenty we could’ve done if you didn’t have any.”

I carded my fingers through his hair. “Oh yeah? Such as?”

He nipped my lower lip. “Swallowing your cum.” From the way his eyes gleamed, he wouldn’t have been disappointed if that were the only option.

A shiver ran through me, and I arched beneath him, making him grin. Somehow I found enough breath to whisper, “Kind of like the sound of that, too.”

“Me too.” He pulled me closer and murmured, “But I want to fuck you so damn bad.”

Another shiver, which made him grin. I loved that he could see and feel what he did to me.

I wanted more of that.

I swept my tongue across my lips. “Maybe I should get one of those condoms.”

It was his turn to squirm. “Maybe get two. In case we want to go a second round.”

From the gleam in his eyes, he was already horny to go a second time. I could relate.

He let me go, and I got up to retrieve the condoms from my kit along with the lube. When I returned to the bedroom, I had to pause and just gaze at him. He was laid out on the bed, his tattooed arm behind his head, his other hand lazily stroking his hard dick while he watched me like he wanted to eat me alive. That gorgeous body was on full display, from his six-pack abs and powerful shoulders down to his powerful legs. There were more tattoos, but I could look closer at those later.

I rejoined him in bed, and holy fuck, my mouth watered as Madars rolled on one of the condoms. It hadn’t been all that long since the last time I’d had sex, but I was keyed up as if I hadn’t been touched in years. I needed his dick, and I needed it now, and I needed everything those lust-filled eyes promised when he met my gaze.

Oh, he wasn’t in a hurry, though. He put some lube on his fingers, and we made out breathlessly as he took his sweet time opening me up. I wondered a few times if he might just make me come this way, but he always kept me just short of that edge, letting me ride so perfectly close to bliss without giving me the release I desperately needed.

Finally he whispered, “I think you’re ready for more.”

All I could do was moan as he withdrew his fingers.

As he stroked some lube onto the condom, he nodded toward the pillows. “Down on your stomach.” It wasn’t an order, and it wasn’t a question. Just a statement—one my body complied with immediately without any conscious thought on my part.

Then he was over me, nudging my thighs a little farther apart with his knee before⁠—

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I whined, squeezing my eyes shut as he pressed against my hole.

His laugh was a warm huff against my shoulder, and he purred in my ear, “I’m not even in yet.”

“No, but you’re… fuuuck…” I lost the ability to think as he started to sink in. He was slow and careful, letting me yield to him, and I was suddenly grateful he had me in this position so I didn’t just collapse under him. Like this, I could just lie here and take him. Feel him. Listen to his sharp, ragged breaths beside my ear. Feel his heat and his weight.

“God, Connor.” He kissed the top of my shoulder, then the side of my neck, and started to withdraw. Before I could whimper in protest, he was pushing back in. I was taking him easily now, but he stayed so damn slow, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted him to do this all night, or if I wanted him to fucking rail me already.

“M-more,” I gritted out.

“Yeah?” His lips grazed my skin. “You want more?”

I moaned something that I hoped sounded like an affirmative; it was hard to articulate anything when his dick was sliding so perfectly in and out of my ass.

“Tell me,” he growled in my ear. He expected me to talk? Now, as he was moving a little faster and scrambling what was left of my brain?

“Please…”

“Tell me,” he purred. I couldn’t even tell if he was teasing me, or if he was begging me to say out loud that I wanted him to fuck me hard. Maybe both?

He started to withdraw again, and I whined softly. Then, by some miracle, I gathered enough brain cells to say, “Madars. Please.” I rocked my hips as much as I could in this position. “Hard.”