My whole body goes hot at the sight.
Then he’s back, his cock slick with spit now, sliding against me with less resistance. Each thrust pushes me a little farther into the mattress. My cock aches, fully hard again, trapped between my stomach and the sheets.
I could reach for myself, but I don’t want to move. I don’t want to break whatever is happening between us.
Connor leans closer, his chest pressing against my back, one hand braced beside my head, the other still between my shoulder blades. His mouth finds my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that make me shiver. The weight of him is intoxicating. He’s so much bigger than me, all muscle and heat, and I feel small under him in the best possible way.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Connor murmurs against my skin.
“Not enough,” I manage, pushing back to meet his next thrust.
His breath catches.
“I want to feel you come,” I tell him, the words spilling out before I can think better of them.
“Fuck, Noah,” Connor groans, his thrusts picking up.
I reach back, finding his hip, pulling him closer, harder against me. He gives me what I’m asking for, small grunts slipping out of him as he moves. It’s so intimate, I can almost imagine what it would feel like if he fucked me for real.
“Connor,” I pant, my voice breaking on his name. “Please.”
I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but he gives me more anyway. More pressure. More speed.
Then he lifts off me for a moment, shifting me onto my side without stopping completely. I barely have time to process the new angle before he spits into his hand again and wraps it around my cock.
The first stroke almost makes me sob.
The pressure builds at the base of my spine, that familiar tightening telling me I’m already close. Connor must be close too, because his breath is hot against my ear now, his grunts turning into moans he doesn’t even try to hide.
It only takes a few strokes.
My orgasm hits me hard, pleasure tearing through me as I come for the second time tonight, shaking in his grip. Connor keeps moving through it, his cock sliding along the crease of my ass until his breath catches hard against my ear.
Then he comes.
Hot streaks spill across my lower back, and my name breaks from his mouth, raw and desperate. The sound hits me almost as hard as the orgasm itself, because I wanted this. I wanted to hear him like this. I wanted to know I could make him come apart too.
We both moan as the pleasure rolls through us, and I feel Connor’s cock slide between my cheeks again, messy and possessive as he marks me there too.
Holy fuck.
For several seconds, I can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but feel the aftershocks pulse through me.
Connor stays there for a moment, his weight warm behind me, his breath hot against the back of my neck. I can feelthe rapid beat of his heart where his chest touches my back as he slowly comes down.
“Sorry,” he mumbles against my skin, even though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. Just breathless and a little dazed.
I smile. “Don’t be.”
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, then carefully moves away from me. Cool air hits my back where his body had been, and I already miss the heat of him.
“Give me a sec,” he says, his voice still rough.
He crosses the room toward the bathroom, and I turn my head to watch him go, his back muscles shifting under his skin. My gaze drops straight to his ass.
God, it’s magnificent.
And he looks good. Really good. Better than good, actually.
