Page 46 of Checking Out the Librarian

Jonathan thrust deep, again and again, deeper, and his fingers dug into Connor’s scalp. “Do you want it?”

He did. His shoulders shook and his stomach quivered with the tension of staying balanced. He pushed his face forward to show Jonathan that he wanted all his cum.

Want so much more.

Jonathan moaned, a tiny sound, almost strangled by Jonathan’s effort to hold back, but continuing and rising. Then his orgasm flooded Connor’s mouth, throat, chin, and he pushed hard on Connor’s head for balance.

The pressure grounded Connor, forced his knees to dig through the thin towel, making him a steady pillar for Jonathan while he swallowed and swallowed.

He’d made his lordship happy. He’d given him pleasure that left him gasping and undid his composure, and the power of being responsible for the hitch in Jonathan’s breathing and the tremble of his stomach muscles left Connor shaken, too.

He felt light, almost floating, because he’d given Jonathan this gift.

Jonathan pulled out of Connor’s mouth and used the pad of his thumb to rub feathery circles in the mess of saliva and semen on the side of Connor’s chin.

Connor let his eyelids flutter closed. His head felt cottony and too heavy to hold up, his cock throbbed, and his thighs trembled.

“You look so good like this.” Jonathan’s voice was raspy. “You look perfect.”

He wasn’t, no one was, but the moment was definitely perfect.

He pressed his cheek against the hard bone of Jonathan’s hip. The shirt fabric rubbed across his face, smooth and comforting. In the vague fuzzy parts of his brain, he wondered why he wasn’t feeling edgy and needy. That’s how he usually felt when his partner had orgasmed and he hadn’t.

He dropped his hands from behind his back and wrapped his arms around Jonathan’s thighs. Inside, he hummed, but it wasn’t the jiggle-his-legs type of hum, it was a new feeling. One where his chest wanted to vibrate with happy sounds, but also, he wanted to sit still.

Jonathan stroked Connor’s chin and tilted his face so that they looked at each other.

His lordship would take care of him.

He felt boneless, fluid, like his aching cock was the only solid part of him left, and he wanted to touch it to check, but he figured he should wait.

“Dress me.”

The command made more cum leak from Connor’s cock. He felt it where his athletic shorts had turned into cling wrap, and shuddered.

Being ordered like that, like he was a valet, like he was in service, left him nearly undone. He’d never roleplayed, never shared his fantasies, never even let other guys boss him around, because it had felt exposed and risky, but somehow he already knew Jonathan would be safe.

Jonathan saw him, not a big guy, not a jock, when he held Connor’s wrist or wrapped around him tightly. Jonathan saw the soft guy.

He felt dazed with need, wobbly on his knees as he followed Jonathan’s orders, shook out Jonathan’s briefs, held each leg open, and then raised them up Jonathan’s thighs.

Finally, he carefully cupped Jonathan’s flagging cock and tucked it to the left. What if he put it in his mouth again? Just stayed here on the floor and held it on his tongue and…stayed.

He’d never done that to a spent cock.

“Other side.” The command was sharp, as if Connor should have known how to arrange him, and he shivered. He needed that voice to tell him many, many things.

All of them about cocks. Well, maybe some of them about mouths.

He adjusted as he’d been told. Being Jonathan’s manservant meant that he was permitted to smooth the waistband and run his palms across the front, the sides, and then around to the back. He moved slowly.

Every stroke of his fingers and palm was a stolen moment until the one where his lordship would remember that Connor shouldn’t be touching him this familiarly.

“Finished.” He didn’t say milord, he didn’t.

“Thank you, that was outstanding service.”

It felt like he tapped into Connor’s secret life without any effort. Maybe Connor was drunk on the scent of sex that surrounded them, but it was a very good buzz.