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Connor lets out the softest of sighs and I reward him with another trail of kisses, while my hands firmly continue to rub the muscles of his back. He’s starting to relax, still breathing those sweet sounds. He must be achingly hard like I am, but I’ll take care of that in a minute.
I pop the buttons of Connor’s jeans and tug them over his firm butt.
“What are you doing?” He slurs as he tenses up again.
“Shh, just relax,” I hush. My fingers find his cock and just as I thought, he’s longing for release. I palm his hard length through his briefs, just firm enough for Connor to hiss. He turns his head to face me once more, eyes glazed at my touch.
“You…” His pouty, wet lips just beg to be kissed and his eyes only widen when he can no longer hide from me. My mouth finds his and when he opens up to let me in, I hum. He tastes just like I remember—soft, with a hint of coconut. I take my time to draw his tongue out, into my mouth, twirling them together as I rock against him. Connor lets out a soft moan that goes straight to my cock. It drives me wild and I want more. This time, I fight for dominance as I play with his tongue, sucking it in, scraping it with my teeth ever so gently. I withdraw slightly, cupping Connor’s flushed cheek, and look at him. “You know, I was talking about you once at hockey practice,” I murmur, and I lift my weight from his hips before rolling us both onto our sides, facing each other. Connor’s brown eyes have a delicious glower of surprise and agony as he cocks his brow.
“What, why?”
I shrug and slowly lower Connor’s briefs, enjoying how his cock pops out. Long, slick, and delicious with a touch of glistening precum on the tip. It’s a mouthwatering sight and I need to fight the sudden urge to taste him, lick him, devour him. But looking at his reaction, he’s far from ready. I feel his eyes follow my finger and he whimpers when I stroke through the salty liquid and lazily suck it into my mouth. I close my eyes briefly, savoring the taste before I open them again. The way Connor’s lips are parted as he stares at me with a hungry and confused look, is priceless.
“What I found more interesting was their reaction,” I continue as if I haven’t just tasted him. “Out of the entire team, only two knew you by name. Onlytwo. Where have you been hiding all this time?” I take out my own thick, throbbing cock and Connor gulps as his gaze darts from my eyes to my now equally naked groin and back.
“I, uh, spent most of my time in the library. I…” He stops and stares as I spit in my palm before taking both our cocks in my hand. Then I lazily stroke them and the intensity of that sensation has me clenching my jaw. He pushes his glasses further up his nose and glances at the movement with parted lips. “I worked hard,” he manages, but can’t prevent his breath from hitching. In the next exhale he pants and blinks his eyes as a soft moan escapes his mouth. I keep the pace painfully slow, knowing that he won’t be able to last long.
“That you did.” I nip his bottom lip and give it a little tug while continuing my slow movements on our shafts, now slick and wet from our dripping precum. “You worked very hard. And then you started playing with fire, didn’t you? Never thought you’d see me again, huh?”
Connor lets out a strained sound and shakes his head. My lips curl into a smirk and it takes everything I have not to lose it on the spot. “Yet here you are. Mine to play with.” He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, but no words come out. His stare becomes glassy as his lips stay parted. I feel his breath against my lips and hear his soft whining. I make a show of licking the bitemark I just left in Connor’s neck, just to see his eyes widen. Then I whisper, “So damn hard, pretty boy. Why don’t you show me how badly you want it.” I give the mark another lick, then lock eyes with him and pump our cocks faster and faster.
“I,—I,” Connor grunts, “Oh my God.”
I’m close, but I’m desperate to see Connor’s beautiful face again as he climaxes. Those dreamy eyes and parted lips as I’m sending him to the stars.
“Good boy,” I purr and it’s enough to have him explode with a cry. Thick, creamy spurts of his cum land on his belly. It takes me only three more firm strokes to shoot with a growl, sucked in by the sensation of my orgasm. We stay like this for a moment, panting heavily, savoring the moment, letting ourselves come down from our high. Then I flop onto my back, gently pushing his face into the crook of my neck so I can inhale his unique scent. God, I’m exhausted and thankful that for once, Connor isn’t complaining.
We lay like this for a while, wrapped in each other’s embrace, our own warm cocoon, barely registering the hotel room which has merely become a dark space filled with a tangle of wrinkled sheets and soft pillows.
“Uhm, I should probably take a shower. I’m all sweaty and sticky from the journey.” Connor gets up and rummages around the room. He utters a curse when he hits his foot against the frame of the bed. I switch on the bedside light with a chuckle. “From the journey, huh?”
He huffs and grabs the t-shirt he’s apparently been searching for. He cleans himself up, then holds it in front of his chest like a shield. He opens his mouth, but seems to reconsider and instead turns away to grab fresh clothes from his suitcase. I prop myself up against the headboard and grab the menu. “I’m fucking starving. Have you eaten?”
Connor hesitates, then shakes his head.
“Alright, I’ll convince the kitchen to make us something or get us take-out. Perhaps a burger, or a salad?”
“A burger’s fine. Anything that’s not too much hassle.” He eyes me briefly, before he adds, “I have Netflix if you want.” Without waiting for my reply, he flees into the bathroom. I grin. Fuck, that was amazing. I can’t believe it.
The door opens again and this time Connor glares at me with an indignant look on his face. “This can never happen again, you understand that, right? We’re here for business only, and we don’t like each other. You’re an asshole.” I let out a teasing howl when he slams the door shut, then locks it.
So fucking cute.
I roll onto my side, check my messages, and then grab the hotel phone to order two Paris Burgers, wondering what those might look like. Then I close my eyes, drifting off with the pattering sound of the shower. Slivers of images of hanged victims haunt my subconscious and I wrap the blankets tighter around myself to snuggle deeper into the plush warmth.
§ § §
Connor’s voice startles me. Cracking open my eyes, I see him pacing around the room, his phone tucked to his ear. He’s changed into a pair of olive-green sweatpants that highlight his long, lean legs and a plain black t-shirt. The usual hesitance he has when talking to me has miraculously disappeared, giving his voice a rich tone with just that hint of hoarseness as it gently vibrates through the room. Who the fuck is calling him at this late hour, especially after the earlier conversation he had via Zoom?
“... I’d love to see your cousin play. Just make sure that if the media shows up, our security stays outside. Though I’ll take Mason with me, I have a sneaking suspicion he likes classical music.” Connor chuckles, then brushes a hand through his hair. He looks so at ease as he gives another sexy rumble. He’s fascinating, really. So I just lay there, not daring to move in the slightest, afraid to alert him that I’m listening. Though I could have chosen a more comfortable position—my right arm is awkwardly folded behind my head preventing the blood from circulating. Meanwhile, Connor, oblivious to my painfully tedious curiosity, chats along like he hasn’t seen his family, or whichever Business member this is, for a year. “Really? You never told me that. Tell Charlie that he should come next time. It’ll be fun.”
My right hand starts to tingle and Istronglycontemplate moving it while I ignore the roar of jealousy blasting through my stomach. Who the fuck is Charlie? Connor mutes his voice and breathes, “He’s not too bad. A bit of a cocky bastard, but we’re used to those, aren’t we?” He snickers and I find myself doing the same.
A soft knock on the door ruins the moment. It most definitely saves me, and I rapidly pull my hand back and stretch it under the sheets.
“I’ve gotta go, we’re having a late-night snack. Yeah, I know it’s late, but I’m starving. Love you too.” He opens the door and I guess it shouldn’t surprise me to hear him speak in fluent French to the hotel employee, though it’s fucking sexy coming out of his mouth. It seems that everything Connor puts his mind to, he successfully achieves. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice asks me why, if that’s true, he doesn’t have more experience in the sex department. I shove it aside. To be fair, I’ll gladly show him the ropes.
A cool, gentle finger slowly caresses my cheek and I can only barely contain myself from jumping in surprise. It lingers there for a moment before it’s slowly dragged to my lips. Such an innocent touch, but oh so bold for him. I lean into his touch and my lips part without hesitation, suddenly desperate for him to explore further, to dive them into my mouth so I can give them a taste of how I could work his cock with my tongue. Instead, his finger goes back to my cheek, then to my neck. Then there’s a soft tap against my shoulder. “Austin, wake up. Dinner has arrived. Austin?”
