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“Oh, you like that?”
I circle the puckered nipple again, then twist it lightly. Connor gasps and moves a hand toward his face. At the speed of light, I retrieve my hand and dive into the waistband of his sweatpants, rolling it down to his feet. Fuck. His beautiful cock is hardening at my touch and to see him still so vulnerable, right before he awakens, is such a rare sight that it makes my stomach flip.
“I…Austin?” Connor rubs his eyes, then looks at me with a large doe eyes, still radiating sleepiness. His cock twitches in my hand and he blinks, staring from his own erection to the smirk on my face, then blushes sweetly. And yeah, I’d love to be able to say something nice to him, after all, I’m the one who dragged him from the couch to the bed, but I’m feeling like a knight trying my very fucking best to besiege the castle. And I can’t get past his damned walls. The only way I get him where I want him, is well, like this.
His lips part in surprise and he hisses the moment his cock connects with my lips.
“What are you doing?” He stammers. I let him slide in my mouth and give him a few light flicks of my tongue. Then I pull off with a pop and give him a wicked smile. “What does it look like I’m doing, sweetling?” I rub the wet crown of his cock with my thumb and his nostrils flare. “Look at you, already so hard for me.”
“I was sleeping. You can’t—you won’t—” And then he lets out a loud moan, followed by a curse because his cock slides all the way to the back of my throat. I love sucking dick, love the power it gives me, love to see my lover fall apart at my feet in pleasure. But nothing I’ve experienced before comes even close to the absolute kick it gives me to pleasure Connor. He’s so inexperienced, so damn responsive. And by one single suck of my mouth, his guard is all the way down.
The gates are open.
Connor grunts, then starts to thrust into my mouth and I smile around him, slackening my jaw so he can fuck my mouth the way he wants. His messy, auburn hair shines like gold in the semi-darkness of the room, but it’s his eyes I focus on as they roll back in pleasure.
I lower a hand to tease his balls, then I slowly let the fingers slide further toward his crack. I circle around the muscle and feel it clench while he stutters, “I’ve never—I—” He lets out an involuntary shudder when I stroke his cock more intensely. “I wanna make you feel good,” I muse. “D’you want me to make you feel good?”
He eyes me briefly, then shakily nods.
“Good boy. Don’t move.” I quickly jump up and snatch a bottle of lube out of my bag. I half expect him ready to bolt by the time I get back, but he hasn’t moved a single inch. He’s too far gone; I know it when I look at him. I want him to always remember who made him feel the fucking best in his life. I open the cap and squirt a generous amount onto my fingers, then rub them together for the liquid to warm and become smooth, before I return to his hole. His muscles are so tense, I wouldn’t even get a credit card in between those delectable ass cheeks.
“Relax for me Connor, I won’t hurt you,” I murmur, then blow onto his balls. He exhales, unclenches his ass, and allows me to circle the ring of muscles gently before he tenses up again. I give him another blow, but when I see his hands, curled up in fists, I decide to go for the good old-fashioned way. I take him back into my mouth and suckle on the tip while making a show of humming and moaning around it. His ass relaxes and as he gets carried away by my mouth, I slowly break through the first ring of muscles with my finger.
Connor hisses. “Fuck, it burns.”
“I know, baby. But it will feel good soon, believe me. Just relax for me.” I suck his cock back into my throat and he gives me another thrust, allowing me to add another lubed finger. He’s so tight, it’ll be paradise when I get to fuck him. God, just the thought makes my cock go even harder. With my fingers still in him, probing and searching for his prostate, I crawl further onto him and align our cocks.
“That felt good last time, didn’t it?” I mumble and slowly start to jack off both our cocks at the same time. He nods, then lets out an uncontrollable moan, followed by another one.
“What the—?” He jolts as his back arches. His hips start rolling to the rhythm of my finger—in, out, in, out. His movements follow mine—faster, more urgent—making my balls grow heavier and tenser as we’re working our way to heaven. “That’s your prostate, sweetling. Does that make you feel good?”
But he doesn’t reply. His mouth is agape, his eyes are wide though the expression is far away. He’s already nearly there, sweet boy. And then he lets out another groan. “I’m coming, oh God!”
It’s all I need to shoot my load all over us. Connor pants and lets out a soft whine when I slowly pull my fingers out, then shifts his body so his face is nuzzling my neck. He inhales deeply, mumbles something, then falls asleep almost immediately with a sigh, reminding me that he was very tired before. In fact, he was sleeping. Fuck it, I’ll clean up tomorrow.
§ § §
I did clean myself up this morning.Alone. Because when I woke up after a wonderful night’s sleep, Connor was gone. And then stayed away for the whole fucking day. If that’s going to become a habit, I’ll teach him otherwise. I sent him a teasing message, hoping that perhaps he’d left to get us some breakfast or whatever. But now it’s approaching two in the afternoon, I’m hungry and cranky as hell, and it dawns on me that he’s not coming back. Though, I conclude after doing another check of the apartment, his stuff’s all here. Which shouldn’t mean a lot since he can buy new shit at any given moment, but I don’t think he’d ditch his computer.
On my way through the filthy street in search of a bakery—I bet a good old McDonald’s is too ambitious for a shithole like this—Vic calls me. And as soon as I hear her voice, I realize just how much I’ve missed her.
“How are you holding up? You’ve been so quiet on the app?” She yawns, then I hear the sound of a coffee machine that makes my stomach grumble even more.
“I’m good. Hungry. That fucker didn’t get us breakfast.”
“Who, Business guy? What’s his name again?”
“Connor.”
“Hm, yes. Connor.” She snickers.
“What?” I snap.
“Nothing,” she feigns hurt in her voice. “Jeez, Louise. Who pissed on your cheerios?”
“Who’s with you? Ro?”
“No.” The sounds in the background are growing louder and I hear another woman laugh. “Just me and Big, and Mia’s joining us for a coffee.”
