Page 70 of Coming Clean

After a few breaths, hedid.

“I’ll stop if you want meto.” He hoped to God Connor didn’t want to stop.

Connor shook his head “No,don’t. Please don’t.”

“Relax. Push against myfinger.”

Connor did and Jeremy sliddeeper. Then Jeremy started to open him up. In and out, using thesame rhythm he was using on Connor’s cock.

“Please,” Connorbegged.

Jeremy shook his head.“We’re taking this slow, remember?”

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Connor didn’t want slow. He wantedJeremy right fucking then. He wanted… Jeremy worked a second fingerinto him. “Holy fuck!”

“Relax.” Jeremy used asoothing tone but it didn’t help. Connor couldn’t evenbreathe.

“Can’t.”

Jeremy worked Connor’s cockfaster. Connor clamped his hand over Jeremy’s, forcing him to use atighter grip. “It hurts and it just feels so… wrong but at the sametime right. Somehow it’s—” He gasped as Jeremy pulled his fingersback out. “Good.”

“Yeah, I know. It feelsthat way to me too.” Jeremy moved his fingers in and out a fewtimes.

Connor couldn’t think aboutanything but the sensations in his ass and Jeremy’s hand on hiscock.

“You want more, don’t you?”Jeremy asked. “You want my dick in you so you’ll let me do this,let me get you ready.”

Connor thrust againstJeremy’s fingers, forcing them deeper, needing it just like Jeremysaid. A sudden, intense sensation raced though him—something beyondpleasure, something like pure, electric ecstasy. “Jer!”

“Feel good?” Jeremyasked.

“Fuck! I… Fuck!”

Jeremy sent that painfulpleasure racing through him again.

“How the hell—”

Jeremy grinned. “Say helloto your prostate.”

Connor had known prostatestimulation was supposed to feel good, but Jesus Christ, he hadn’tthought it could be like that.

Jeremy continued to fingerfuck him, sometimes hitting that sweet spot inside and sometimesnot, but making Connor anticipate it every time. Soon, Connor waswrithing under Jeremy, thrusting up to get more friction on hiscock then pushing down to take his fingers as deep as they wouldgo. “Enough. Fuck me now!” he shouted.

Jeremy chuckled as hepulled his fingers from Connor’s ass. He rose to his knees, rolledon a condom, and slicked his cock. He watched Connor as he strokedhimself. “You ready for this?”

“Fuck, yes.” Connor didn’twant to wait another second.

Jeremy smiled at him, andthat, more than any sexy words, more even than the insanely amazingsensations Jeremy created in him, made Connor want him. But hedidn’t only want sex, he wanted everything. He wanted Jeremy totruly be his. Somehow, he had to find a way to get over hisparalyzing fear of coming out. He’d faced down horrors most peoplecouldn’t even imagine, but disappointing the man who’d saved him—inso many ways—was more terrifying than any of it.

Jeremy pushed Connor’s legsuntil they were doubled up on his chest. Connor held his breath ashe felt the tip of Jeremy’s cock push against his ass.

“Breathe, damn it!” Jeremyadmonished him. “And push out against me.”

He tried to do as Jeremysaid but his ass was in lockdown mode. And his mind was fightingtoo. He didn’t deserve something this good. Jeremy was so beautifuland loving, and Connor had too much blood on his hands.

Jeremy worked himself alittle deeper. Connor’s ass burned and still he couldn’t manage torelax.