The bed. Connor’s hair. His own body.
Connor pulled off long enough to drag his tongue over the slit, collecting the precome pooling there. Jules watched him taste it. Watched his tongue slide across his lower lip. Watched his eyes darken with a look that wasn’t curiosity anymore. It was greed.
“You taste good, baby,” Connor said, voice heavy with his desire.
Jules fought against pointing out the endearment slip. Instead, he went for teasing as he replied, “Get back down there and have more, then.”
Connor took him deep again, continuing his eager chase for his partner’s release. Jules’s hand settled on Connor’s hair, gripping hard, needing the anchor while his professor sucked his cock like it was the only thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
“Oh my god. Oh fuck, Connor, yourmouth—” Jules’s hips jerked up and Connor didn’t pull back. His hands clamped onto Jules’s hips and pinned them to the mattress, holding him down while he worked. “You feel so good. You’re so fucking good at this. How are you this good, you’ve never—ah?—”
Connor groaned around him and the vibration made Jules’s vision white out. He pulled at Connor’s hair, harder than he meant to, and Connor’s response was to suck harder, take him deeper, his fingers digging into Jules’s hip with bruising force.
Jules looked down. The image seared itself into his brain permanently. Connor Thorne, between his legs, lips stretched around his cock, eyes closed, his own hips grinding into the mattress for friction. He was getting off on this. Getting off on sucking Jules’s cock, on the taste, on the sounds Jules was making. The man who said he wasn’t attracted to men was rutting against the bed while he swallowed Jules down.
“Stop,” Jules gasped. “Stop, I need you to stop or I’m going to come.”
Connor pulled off. His lips were swollen and wet. His eyes were unfocused. He looked completely ruined and Jules wanted to photograph it, frame it, burn it into his permanent memory.
“I told you I was in charge.” Connor’s voice was raw.
“But I want you to fuck me.” Jules sat up, grabbed Connor’s jaw, and kissed him. He tasted himself on Connor’s tongue and groaned. “I want your cock inside me. If I don’t get it tonight I will literally lose my mind. You can be in charge. Just please… I need to feel you.”
Connor stared at him, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon instead of tasted another man for the first time. His cock hung heavy between his legs, tempting Jules in a way he couldn’t resist. He reached down and stroked Connor once, base to tip, twisting at the head. Connor’s eyes slammed shut and his hips jerked forward.
“Lube and condom are in my jeans,” Jules spurred. “Back pocket.”
“You came prepared.”
“I came desperate. There’s a difference.” He was tired of keeping himself in check.
Connor got off the bed. Jules watched him bend for the jeans and stared openly at his ass, his thighs, the sheer size of the man retrieving supplies to fuck him. His cock twitched against his stomach and he palmed it once, just to take the edge off.
“Don’t touch yourself.” Connor hadn’t even turned around.
Jules yanked his hand away. “How did you?—”
“I know you, baby.” Connor came back to bed with the lube and the condom. He knelt between Jules’s legs and looked down at him with pure, undiluted hunger. From a man who’d spent his entire life pretending he didn’t need anything it was a big fucking deal. “You come when I decide. Not before.”
Jules’s cock leaked at the command. “Yes, sir.”
Connor slicked his fingers and pressed one against Jules’s entrance. Jules exhaled and let his body relax into it so Connor could slide inside.
Connor’s finger was thick, stretching him in a way that sent heat radiating up his spine. The sound Jules made was low and long. It was a mix of relief and need. Connor watched his face with laser focus, reading every twitch, every breath, cataloguing in that infuriating, devastating way of his.
“I need more. Your massive cock won’t fit if you don’t stretch me enough.”
Rather than argue with his bratty commentary, Connor added a second finger and Jules groaned, his body clenching around the intrusion before relaxing. Connor worked him open with an intense focus. His free hand pressed flat against Jules’s stomach, holding him steady. “I’m being thorough. We can’t rush this.”
“You’re being a tease. I’ll adjust.”
“Those aren’t mutually exclusive.”
Connor curled his fingers and Jules’s entire body jolted, a sharp cry ripping out of him. His hand shot down to grab Connor’s wrist.
“There. Right there, don’t you dare stop.”
Connor didn’t stop. He worked that spot while his eyes stayed locked on Jules’s face, memorizing what pleasure looked like on him. Jules’s thighs shook. His abs clenched. He moaned without shame because every stroke of Connor’s fingers was sending shockwaves through his body and Connor was clearly feeding off every sound.
