Page 62 of Tough Call

He broke the kiss and stammered, “C-clothes. We need…” He tugged at my shirt. “I need you naked.”

A low growl emerged from my throat as I kissed him again, and yeah, I needed him naked too. This was sexy, but I needed more. I needed every inch of his body against mine.

Even if it meant letting go of him for a moment or two.

Reluctantly, I pried myself off him. I was quickly rewarded, though, with the sight of him stripping off his shirt, then unbuckling his belt and shimmying out of his shorts and underwear. I could barely manage my own clothes as I stared at his gorgeous body and rock-hard dick. When he started stroking himself, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes and a filthy grin, I was lucky I could still operate my zipper.

As I came back to bed, settling on top of him again, I murmured, “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Fuck me,” he said without hesitation.

I stilled, staring at him. “You⁠—”

“Please.” He dragged his palms up my bare back. “I wasn’t kidding—I spent most of my flight practically at half-mast from thinking about you riding my ass.” He bit his lip and arched. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“You don’t want⁠—”

“We’ve got time to do everything while I’m here.” He lifted his head for a breathless kiss. “I want your dick. Now.”

Well. Who was I to keep a man waiting when he wanted to get fucked this badly? And he was right—we had all the time in the world to take our time doing everything else. Today? Oh, I was game for exactly what he wanted.

“Turn over,” I whispered, pausing for a light kiss. “I’ll get the lube.”

Connor kissed me once more, and then we separated again. As he rolled onto his stomach, I bit back some curses. Holy fuck, he was beautiful. I’d spent a lot of time over the last several months thinking about that one night in Prague, craving another chance to top him, and now that that chance was here…

“I wasn’t kidding either when I said this will be a quickie.” I ran a hand up his back. “Because I’m ready to come just looking at you.”

Connor twisted around a little to look at me over his shoulder, and that wicked grin almost sent me over the edge. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Good question.

Though I knew this wouldn’t be a marathon round, I didn’t want it to be over too fast. Fingering him open gave me a chance to calm down; it turned me on, of course, but my dick wasn’t getting any attention, which helped. A little.

His increasingly desperate pleading? That didn’t help at all.

“Madars,” he whined, rocking his hips to egg me on. “Baby, please…”

“I’m getting there,” I teased, adding a second finger and fingering him as slowly as humanly possible. “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”

He muttered a few curses as he writhed, probably rubbing his dick against the mattress for some much-needed friction. “Madars…”

I chuckled. “Just making sure⁠—”

“I’ve been ready for you since Prague,” he gritted out. “Just fuck me.”

The demand almost canceled out every attempt I’d made to calm myself down. I needed to fuck him, and his need was driving me wild before I got my cock anywhere near his ass.

I slid my fingers free. After I’d put on some lube, I positioned myself over him and tried not to lose my mind as he squirmed and whimpered with anticipation.

Sinking into him was like a whole new level of bliss. I’d topped guys without condoms before, but this was Connor. And it had been months since I’d touched anyone. And the tight, slick heat was going to drive me out of my damn mind. And… this was Connor. I finally had Connor.

“Fuck, baby,” I whispered, running my hands up his back. “You feel…” I ran out of words in any of the languages I spoke.

His strangled moan was too delicious for words, and I withdrew and pushed back in just to draw that sound out of him again.

“Madars…” He pressed his forehead into the pillow, and the muscles in his back and shoulders rippled as he rolled his hips beneath me. “H-hard.”

I bit my lip, struggling to keep my strokes slow. “I will. Just… Just want to make sure…”