Page 8 of Complications

Connor ground himself against me, and desire shot through my veins. Between dueling tongues and grinding cocks, I was ready to fuck or get fucked by him. It didn’t matter to me which one. When he drew away, I chased after him.

“Matteo,” he hissed in my ear. “Get rid of the guards. I want you, but I don’t want to put on a show for them.”

Shit. I’d forgotten they were even here.

“Guys, leave and close the doors behind you.”

They said something on their way out, but I didn’t understand because all my attention was focused on the man who had pushed me against the potting table and was currently unbuttoning my shirt. When his nails scraped across the already hard points of my nipples, I groaned. Holy hell, his hands were magic.

“Can I do what I want?”

“Pup, you can do anything you want.”

“In that case, hop up on the table. I’m not ready to kneel.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Matteo, you don’t understand. I want to do this. This entire time, I’ve done nothing but imagine what your cock tastes like. Please let me.”

After a strangled laugh, I hefted myself onto the table and used one hand to unbutton my slacks. Who was I to stop a man on a mission?

Connor grinned, and then every thought in my head vanished when he slipped the spongy head of my cock into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the top and dipped into the slit as he rolled my balls in the palm of his hand. When he tugged on them gently, my entire body jerked at the unexpected pleasure. Each pass of my cock had him taking me farther into his mouth. My hands carded through his hair, and I had to fight the irresistible urge to thrust into his mouth until he choked.

“Baby, I’m so close. If you keep going, I’m going to blow my load.”

Connor’s gaze met mine, and with a quirked brow, he somehow managed to suck me deeper into his mouth. His eyes never left mine as his cheeks hollowed with each suck. I tried to pull back so I wouldn’t come down his throat, but Connor growled, moved his hands to grasp my hips, and increased his speed.

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Baby.”

This man had reduced me to babble by the time my release rocketed through me. Ropes of cum shot down Connor’s throat, and he kept his mouth on me in a gentle suckle until every drop had been swallowed. When my softened cock slipped from his mouth, he delicately wiped his mouth and then sucked off the stray cum still on his lips.

I surged forward and slammed our mouths together. My tongue swept into Connor’s mouth, chasing my own taste. Connor responded with the same sloppy need I had.

“Pup, let me take care of you.”

“Uhh, too late.” Connor gestured to the growing wet spot on the front of his pants.

“Are you telling me you came hands-free from sucking me off?”

“Please don’t remind me.”

“Pup, that’s hot as fuck.”

“You sure ‘bout that?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Does this mean you’ll finally sleep in your bed with me?”

Instead of answering, I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room at a sedate pace. I stalked past the crew, who quickly found reasons to turn around and look anywhere but at us. When we reached my door, I threw it open, pulled him in, and slammed it behind us.

“Pup, there is no goddamn way I’m sleeping anywhere except right next to you.”

Connor and I shared a shower because we were both very concerned about saving water. I cleaned every nook, cranny, and crevice he had thoroughly. I paid special attention to his pucker, and I might have slipped a finger in once or twice because I was the tiniest bit evil.

Connor tried to convince me we could continue where we left off downstairs, but I flatly refused. I knew it would be too hard on him, even if he didn’t. He would have died before he admitted he was feeling achy and exhausted from the exertion of blowing me.

My knowing smirk when he needed to sit in the shower was completely ignored. True to my word, I slipped into bed with him for the first time. I clutched Connor like my favorite teddy bear. If I thought I slept well before, it was nothing compared to the rest I got with Connor in my arms.