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Story: Notorious
“Fucking hell, Connor. I’ve witnessed nothing as erotic as your orgasm.”
He flopped back onto the bed and I watched his chest rise and fall with sharp breaths until his eyes met mine.
“Your turn,” he growled.
From his harsh demand and without touching my dick, I threw my head back and grunted when my release shot down my spine, squeezing my balls tight, and come spewed out of my pulsing dick over and over.
“That’s fucking hot. Fuck, you didn’t even touch yourself.”
I gasped and said, “You’re… voice. Can’t.”
“And now I’m thinking of other tempting ways I could make you come without a hand or friction on your dick. I wonder if I can make you come from being inside you, stroking your prostate with every thrust.”
He dropped his head to the pillow, and I noticed the happy, relaxed features as he gazed at me, half-lidded. They widened when I reached for my tee and swiped at the come on my chest and chin, relaxing back against my bed, naked and sated.
“Well, I hope that’s an incentive to hurry back.”
Connor sat up and whispered something I couldn’t quite hear, his intent gaze on my face.
“What?” He questioned.
“What I said earlier, about how I wanted to explore you and make you come? That wasn’t something to get you off. It’s something that appeals to me in ways I can’t put into words. But if you want nothing to happen past this, it’s fine and we can forget about it,” I said.
“No, the last thing I want is for us to go back. I’m pretty sure my body craved yours during our kiss in my room, where it took everything in my power not to throw you on my bed. But ever since then, I want you. All of you.”
Despite the seriousness of his expression, my smile kept growing as he kept talking, and my heart threatened to pound out of my chest.
“You have me.” My words reflected my unwavering commitment to truth.
“What if I want you as my boyfriend?”
Stunned silence met his question, and I searched his face as he waited for my answer.
“Uh… what?”
“You heard me, Ol. Although I’ve never had one before, I want you to be my boyfriend.”
Well, for someone who made a living by finding the right words, I forgot all of them, stunned.
“Um…” I cleared my throat and started again, “Connor, are you sure? I mean, if you want to wait to label anything between us, I’m fine with it. There’s no pressure.”
He studied my face as I stared back at him, wanting to know what he was thinking, but his gave nothing away. There was no tension in me because if he decided not to label the change in our relationship, I refused to be disappointed. To be honest, I never thought, despite our shared kisses, that Connor would want more than something casual with me, and despite his words, I still didn’t.
“There you go again. You underestimate your appeal,” he shook his head before he continued. “I’ve tried to think of you as a friend, despite you knowing me better than anyone else, including family. But all my excuses for why we wouldn’t work, the reasons I shouldn’t allow myself to fuck this up, don’t matter in the end, because I’ve experienced nothing like this before.”
“Like… what?” I choked out.
Pure happiness shone in his eyes as he smiled at me.
“Before you, I was ignorant to the fact I was half a person. Going through life thinking I was happy when I settled for what I knew was easy. But with you, I want to challenge myself. I can’t guarantee that I’ll be any good at being a boyfriend and thinking about someone other than myself, but I figure you or someone in the family will school me when I fuck up. And I will fuck up, you know that, right, Ollie?”
I swallowed as emotions clogged my throat, and I shook my head.
“We all do from time to time. But all I ask is that you talk to me. About anything. Like if you change your mind or decide you can’t be in a monogamous relationship. As long as we communicate, there will be no misunderstandings and it lessens the likelihood we both get hurt.”
A long, silent minute passed before his face softened and he nodded. “Agreed.”
The rest of the night, we talked about any subject that came up and when Connor blew me a kiss goodnight, my heart swelled and I might have begged the gods for as much time with the man as I could get.
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