Page 51 of Coming Clean

“It’s okay. I… Oh, God. I need this.” Jeremylifted his hips, trying to take Connor deeper.

“Need you too,” Connor murmured. “Need tofuck you until you forget everything but me and my cock insideyou.”

“God, yes!”

Connor flexed his hips and drove in until hisballs slapped Jeremy’s ass.

“Yes!” Jeremy grabbed for Connor’s shoulderswhen he tried to pull away. “More. Don’t you dare slow down.”

“I love it when you talk to me so don’t stop,okay?” Connor lifted Jeremy’s legs and wrapped them around hiswaist, altering his angle.

“Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes!” Jeremy couldn’t keepquiet if he wanted to.

Connor drove back into Jeremy and they bothcried out. At first his strokes were slow and steady. Jeremytightened his legs around Connor’s waist, urging him to go faster,lifting his hips to meet Connor’s strokes. When that didn’t work,he pulled Connor down for a kiss.

Thrusting hard and picking up his pace,Connor truly let go then. He took Jeremy’s cock in his hand andJeremy bucked, pushing into Connor’s fist. God, he neededfriction.

Connor’s face was flushed, his eyes closed.His top lip glistened with moisture. “Look at me,” Jeremydemanded.

Connor did, and the wonder in his eyes nearlytipped Jeremy over the edge. “Yes, Connor. Oh, yes. So fuckinggood!”

“Tell me what you want,” Connor said.

“I want to come. Please, don’t hold back. I…Connor!”

Connor grabbed a pillow and shoved it underJeremy’s hips. When he drove back in, he hit Jeremy’s sweet spot,making him gasp.

“Yes, just like that.”

Connor didn’t slow down. He made Jeremywrithe as his cock stroked Jeremy’s prostate. “Come for me. I wantto see you do it,” Connor said.

“Fucking hell.” Jeremy pushed Connor’s handaway and worked his cock himself. Seconds later, he cried out,tensing. His body curled in on itself as he gave a wordless shoutand spasmed, jet after jet of cum spattering his torso. “Holyfuck,” he muttered when he was finally drained.

Connor’s eyes were wide. “That was… Youwere…. I don’t think my brain works anymore.”

Before he could stophimself, Jeremy was spouting poetry: “ 'Lovers and madmen have suchseething brains; Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend; More thancool reason ever comprehends'.”

Connor laughed as Jeremyfelt heat rise to his cheeks. Did Connor really want to hearShakespeare in bed?

“Is that fromA Midsummer Night’sDream?” he asked.

Jeremy grinned. “Yes.” Buthe didn’t want to talk about the Bard. He tightened his ass aroundConnor’s cock, wanting Connor to come as hard as he had.

“Fuck!”

Connor pulled out slowlythen thrust, jolting Jeremy and making him gasp.

“I want…” Jeremy’s voicetrailed off as he suddenly became too shy to ask for what hewanted.

“What? Tell me what youwant.”

Jeremy’s cheeks burned buthe said it anyway. “I want you to come on me.”

Connor didn’t say aword.

“Unless… um… you don’t wantto.”

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