Connor’s hand found his hip and slammed it flat against the mattress. His other hand gripped the opposite side in the same punishing manner. Both held firm pinning Jules in place, Connor rolled his hips forward in a slow, grinding thrust that dragged their cocks together.
Jules’s mouth fell open. His hands fisted the sheets. “Fuck! Please! Give me more.”
Connor did it again. And again. Each roll of his hips was controlled, intentional, dragging the full length of his cock against Jules’s. The friction was maddening. Jules’s thighs trembled with the effort of staying still while Connor ground against him.
“You’re shaking,” Connor observed. His voice was rough but steady, as if he were fighting at length to stay in control.
“Because you’re torturing me.”
“Is that what this is?” Connor’s mouth found his neck. He kissed below Jules’s ear, then bit the tendon there hard enough to make Jules cry out. “It feels like something else from where I am.”
“What does it feel like?” Jules turned his head to give Connor more of his neck, baring his throat because he trusted this man with it.
Connor’s mouth dragged down to the base of his throat. He sucked hard at the skin there, and Jules felt the bruise forming in real time. “It feels like I’ve been starving and didn’t know it.”
Jules grabbed Connor’s face with both hands and kissed him lest the other man see how deeply his words hit. He didn’t care that he’d been told not to move. Didn’t care about anything except tasting him, swallowing the groan Connor let out when Jules bit his lower lip and pulled.
Connor didn’t correct him for moving. His mouth dropped to Jules’s chest instead, tongue flat against his skin, tracing some unknown path. He found a nipple and sucked it between his teeth. Jules’s back came off the mattress.
“Sensitive?” Connor asked against his skin.
Jules smirked. “Keep going and find out.”
Connor bit down again. Jules swore and grabbed his hair, pulling hard enough that Connor rumbled against his chest. The sound vibrated through Jules’s ribcage and made his cock jerk. Connor’s mouth moved to the other side, teeth and tongue working until Jules was writhing under him, his cock leaving wet streaks against Connor’s stomach as he fought against the partial hold the other man still had.
“You’re dripping,” Connor noted, looking down between them. His voice was thick when he added, “All over me.”
“That’s your fault, sir. Touch me. Fucking jack me off. Shove that big cock in my ass.Anything.”
Connor’s hand slid between their bodies and wrapped around both their cocks, stroking them together. Jules broke to swear, his hips bucking up into Connor’s fist.
“Christ, you’re big,” Jules panted. The feel of Connor’s cock against his, hot and slick and thick in Connor’s grip, was short-circuiting his brain. “I’ve been thinking about your cock since the office. Since I felt it against me and you pretended you weren’t hard.”
It was mostly true. He’d been thinking of it long before then too. Though he didn’t need the other man to know that just yet.
“I wasn’t pretending to not be hard.”
“You were. You were hard as a rock, and you let me walk out without touching you. Do you know what that did to me?” Jules rolled his hips into Connor’s grip. “I went home and jerked off twice thinking about what I’d do if you’d let me.”
Connor’s grip tightened. His strokes got faster. “What did you think about?”
“This.” Jules rocked into his fist. “Your hands on me. Your cock against mine. I thought about sucking you off at your desk while you graded papers. I thought about you bending me over it and fucking me until I couldn’t walk to my next class. I thought about being on my knees in front of you while you lectured, hidden under that podium with my mouth full of you.” He looked up at Connor, letting him see every ounce of want on his face. “I thought about you every night, Connor. Every single night for years.”
Connor’s hand stopped. His breathing was ragged. He stared down at Jules with an expression that was equal parts shock and desire so intense it bordered on fury.
“Years?” Connor repeated.
“Three years, yes.” Jules held his gaze as he fought against the unease building in his system. “I’ve wanted you since before you knew I existed. If that scares you, I don’t care. You should know what you’re dealing with.”
Connor growled, letting out an animalistic noise that had Jules shivering.. He released them both and moved down Jules’s body fast. No preamble, no gradual descent. He dragged histongue down the center of Jules’s stomach, following the trail of precome, licking it off his skin, and Jules’s brain went offline.
“Connor! What are you?—”
Connor’s mouth found his cock and took him in.
Jules’s spine came off the bed. “Fuck!”
Connor’s mouth was hot and wet and determined. He didn’t have technique yet, but he had aggression, and that was doing the job just fine. He sucked Jules deep enough to gag, pulled back, and did it again. His hand wrapped around what his mouth couldn’t reach and stroked in a rhythm that had Jules grabbing at anything he could his hands on.
