“I am told this regularly. It does not stop being pleasant to hear.”
Connor’s hand slid down from his throat, along the open front of his shirt, over his stomach, and closed around his cock. Vidal’s breath hissed out between his teeth.
“On the bed, sweetheart. Face down. I’ve been patient.”
“And you shall be rewarded for it, Connor, handsomely! Your wait has been a great act of restraint in the — ”
Connor picked him up mid-sentence. One arm came under Vidal’s arse, the other across his back, and Vidal’s feet left the floor before he had finished the sentence. He made an indignant noise that turned into a laugh against Connor’s shoulder asConnor walked him the three strides to the bed and dropped him onto it in an uncoordinated sprawl.
“Connor, I am aprince— ”
“Face. Down.”
Vidal rolled onto his stomach and drew his knees up under him with an elaborate show of reluctance that fooled neither of them. His shirt had ridden up to his shoulder blades and he made no move to adjust it. Behind him he heard the soft sounds of Connor getting rid of his own clothes, the belt and his trousers hitting the floor, then the mattress dipped behind him and the heat of Connor’s body settled over the backs of his thighs.
“Top drawer of the bedside table,” Vidal said into the pillow.
“Prepared, are we?”
“I am a man of great foresight, Connor.”
Connor laughed and reached past him to the drawer. Vidal let his cheek rest against the cool cotton of the pillow, closed his eyes and listened to the snap of the cap.
Connor’s finger pressed into him slick and unhurried, and Vidal’s spine arched. His hips tilted back, greedy for more of the stretch. Connor made a low approving noise behind him.
“That’s it, love. Let me in. There we go.”
“Connor. Connor, I will die if you do not — ”
“You’ll live.” A second finger pressed in alongside the first, and Vidal’s hips bucked back into his hand before he could stop them. “Fucking hell. Look at your hole stretched round my fingers. You should see yourself, sweetheart. You’redesperatefor it. So pink and wet and eating them right up."
“Stop looking at it and give me your cock, Connor, please. I need to be full of you.”
Connor’s free hand came down flat between his shoulder blades and pressed him into the mattress. “Quiet. Let me get you ready.”
Vidal was not quiet. Connor had found the spot inside him that made his whole body jolt, and was working it with short merciless jabs of his fingers. He didn’t keep to a predictable rhythm, so Vidal couldn’t brace against the onslaught or anticipate his moves. Every third or fourth stroke Connor would curl his fingers deeper, dragging them across the sweet spot inside him on the way out.
By the time Connor withdrew his fingers and shifted his weight, Vidal was shaking with want for him.
“Now, Connor!”
“Alright. Alright.”
Connor hauled him upright by the hips, and pushed in with one long steady thrust that drove the air out of Vidal’s chest in a startled shout. He was enormous. Vidal’s hands fisted in the sheet and his jaw dropped open against the pillow as Connor’s cock pushed into him inch by slow inch, the stretch of it spreading him wide around his thick base.
Connor held still for a moment with his forehead pressed between Vidal’s shoulder blades, breathing hard.
“You alright, love?”
“Connor, I amwonderful. Never better. I am simply attending to your cock, who has made his presence known in a most dramatic fashion. Hello, my darling. You aremagnificent, do you know that? Truly. You are so big and so thick and so deeply where you belong. I want you to make yourself entirely at home — stretch out, get comfortable, and plough me into this mattress. I want you to come so deep inside me that I am still leaking at breakfast. The hospitality of the House of Montcada is at your complete disposal.”
“JesusChrist, Vidal.”
“Please, Connor. Do not bring Him into this. This moment is between me and your cock.”
Connor laughed into his back and began to move. He set a rhythm that rattled the headboard against the wall with each thrust, and he kept the pace unbroken, his hands gripping Vidal’s hips hard enough that Vidal could feel the pressure of each fingertip. Vidal braced his forearms against the mattress and pushed back into him, meeting each thrust with an involuntary sound that climbed steadily up the register as Connor worked.
“Sweetheart.Fuck.Look at you taking it.”
