Page 95 of Tough Call

Connor seemed to be leaning toward taking our sweet time. After he’d kissed me halfway to heaven, he started down my neck, then my chest. As soon as I recognized his trajectory, I was a restless mess, eager to have his talented lips and tongue on my dick.

He wasn’t in any rush at all, though, and the more I squirmed and moaned, the more he took his time. He spent ages on one nipple, using his lips, tongue, and teeth to turn me inside out. Then he moved to the other. When he finally started downward again, he explored as if he’d never touched me before—kissing along my abs, up and down my sides, over my hips.

“Connor,” I pleaded, arching and twisting beneath him as the need for friction drove me out of my head. “Please…”

He grinned and dropped a kiss on my inner thigh. “I’ll get there.”

“Connor…”

His hot huff of laugher rushed across my skin, and goose bumps sprang up all over me. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit back a string of curses. No, I wasn’t in a hurry, but he had me so keyed up, if he didn’t⁠—

“Holy fuck!” I almost came up off the bed when he flicked his tongue across my balls.

Connor chuckled, then he wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me still as he licked and teased my balls, my taint, the insides of my thighs—everywhere except my hard, neglected dick.

“You are such a tease,” I whined.

He lifted himself up and grinned. “You love it.”

I did. I loved it, and I hated it, and I wanted more, and I couldn’t fucking stand it. “Connor…”

“I love when you say my name like that,” he purred. “You almost make it sound like a curse.”

“It is a curse when you’re teasing me like this,” I said through my teeth.

He laughed a wicked laugh. “So, does that mean you want me to blow you? Or do you want to grab some lube and fuck me?”

That…

That actually brought me up short. I wanted his mouth on me, but oh, hell, I wanted to be balls deep in him, too.

“That’s so not fair,” I whined.

He chuckled and pushed himself up. As he settled over me, his hard-on brushed mine, making me gasp because something had finally touched my dick, and then he was kissing the breath out of me. He rocked his hips, and the friction had me halfway out of my mind. I gripped his shoulders and moved with him, desperate for more. We made out, and we frotted, and we gasped for breath between kisses as we took each other higher.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Lube,” I managed. “Get… Get the lube.”

He gazed down at me, eyes gleaming with hunger, and he grinned. Instead of making me beg, though, he leaned toward the nightstand and grabbed the bottle. As he handed it to me, he asked, “How do you want me?”

A million different options flashed through my mind like a porno made of just him and me. I quickly landed on what I wanted, though.

“On your back.” I opened the bottle. “I want to see you.”

Connor licked his lips. Then he moved onto his back, and he stroked himself slowly as he watched me sit up and pour lube on my hand. He spread his thighs wide, and I could’ve just sat here and jerked myself off while I watched him. He looked so damn hot like that.

But I didn’t want to just jerk myself off or watch him do the same. I needed him. Now.

I fingered him enough to make sure he was ready for me, and then⁠—

Oh. Fuck. Finally.

I closed my eyes and groaned as I sank into him.

His hands slid up my sides, giving me goose bumps, and he murmured, “God, yeah…” as he took me deeper. “That’s so good.”

“Uh-huh.” I shivered as I withdrew a little, and then I pushed back in, and we both moaned.