Page 16 of Checking Out the Librarian

Fuck.

The air cooled the wet marks, and he felt puckery and tight.

It was so much. Not too much, but so much that he felt drunk on the sensations, and knew if he wasn’t backed into the door, he’d be swaying. His fingertips, pressed into the door until they were close to numb, might be the only thing keeping him from collapse.

“Please.”

“Please what.” Jonathan sounded smooth and even in the quiet room, not cracked and tight like Connor felt inside his skin.

“Please.” He wanted to nuzzle Jonathan’s face, needed to kiss him and return half the pleasure Jonathan was giving him, not this only-taking that was happening. He needed to know Jonathan was enjoying this. He wanted to give. “Please kiss me.”

He went back to that spot on Connor’s neck that must be linked directly to Connor’s thighs, because his legs started to tremble. “Like that?”

“My”—his brain groped for the word—“mouth.” Then he wouldn’t just be receiving.

Jonathan’s thumb stroked the outline of Connor’s lower lip, and he wasn’t too proud to turn his head to chase the sensation.

“Here?” He pressed firmly enough that he pinned Connor’s lip to his own teeth.

Other guys hadn’t done these things to him before. He’d never known that he could like this, whatever this was.

“Please.” The motion of speech felt so intimate conducted against the pressure of Jonathan’s thumb that Connor shuddered.

“No.”

Then Jonathan removed his thumb.

Connor thunked his head into the door and moaned. His body already craved these sensations he didn’t know how to ask for, but knew Jonathan could give him.

“So much discipline.”

While he spoke, Jonathan dropped his hand to the front of Connor’s pants and traced the shape of Connor’s stiff cock up and down, up and down, until Connor didn’t want that hand on his face anymore. He really wanted it right where it was. Only no pants.

He needed to have no pants.

But he shouldn’t take his hands off the door, so he had to wait.

The pressure on his cock where it was trapped mirrored the way he felt, pressed against the door, and he wanted to writhe, wanted to explode, but he’d wait, even if it almost broke him.

He didn’t move.

Not until he felt the waistband of his pants open, heard the sound of his zipper, and felt the loosening of the constraint on his cock. That shattered his control.

He wrapped his hands around Jonathan’s waist and lifted him to his toes.

They would kiss. Now.

“Connor.”

The command in Jonathan’s tone seized him.

“Hands.”

Without thinking about the command, without telling himself to obey, his palms slapped back against the door and he heard the soft thump as Jonathan’s heels hit the carpet.

“You listen so well.” Jonathan’s voice changed to a low purr and what was this, why was he this fucking hard and leaking before his bare dick was even touched and why was this was so hot he was going to come in his briefs, fuck.

Jonathan returned to Connor’s clothes—good—and he focused on how Jonathan lowered his pants, but only his pants, not his briefs—not good—to somewhere around his knees.