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“You’re so fucking tight. I’m never going to survive this.”

Connor grunted and tried the move again, but I held firm and rubbed his hips.

“Give me a minute. I don’t want to blow the second I move. You feel too fucking good.”

Impatient and greedy, Connor’s mouth tilted in a wicked grin before he flipped us over and gave me a triumphant sound as he held me down.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

9

CONNOR

In my life, I’ve had no issues finding willing partners to indulge my carnal side. But never in all my years of being sexually active did anything feel even half as good as Ollie fingering me while worshiping my body with his mouth. For a minute, I thought I’d pass out when his attention centered on my nipples. But then he moved on and my mind blanked, just reacting to his touch, needing more.

Sensitive didn’t even describe how my body buzzed, anticipation growing inside me for what was to come. Everything, from his kisses to basic skin contact, sent my nerves haywire, and I leaned into everything Ollie wanted to do to me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I bottomed for someone. It wasn’t a trust issue. I was down for getting fucked whenever I took the time to get to know someone enough to get naked with them. But more often than not, I attracted men who were power bottoms or thought of me as an exclusive top.

To me, when all parties had a good time and got off, I was more than happy to play any role they wanted me to.

But with Ollie, I was so in tune with his touch, each nerve ending exposed and pulsing with pleasure, I became overzealousand found myself on top of the younger man, holding him down. The next words out of his mouth gave me a full body shiver.

“Yes, beautiful, fuck me. Take your pleasure,” Ollie groaned out. “Nnnnng… you’re so fucking tight.”

“Been… awhile,” I panted out.

Done with holding myself back, I closed my eyes as lowered myself down, moaning as every ridge on his cock brushed my walls as he stretched me open to take all of him. When I bottomed out, my breaths were fast as I panted at the delicious way his cock filled me.

My entire body jerked as Ollie scraped his nails down my chest and, being unprepared for the pulse of his cock inside my channel, I rolled my hips, seeking the epicenter of pleasure.

“Beautiful, you’re perfect,” Ollie groaned as he caressed me all over.

Unable to keep still, he drove up into me when I lifted myself up and then dropped back down. His hands on my hips kept me grounded, but my thighs trembled, not used to such exertion and appearing weak from the absolute sensual gratification of having Ollie inside me.

Of course, the man who I grew addicted to the second he sat next to me on the plane sensed I was straining and took control. He maneuvered me onto my side, facing me away from him, and draped my leg back over his hip. I closed my eyes and groaned as he slid back inside me, cock pulsing and stretching me even deeper from this angle. His mouth nibbled on my neck, finding every single pulse point that sent a thrill through me. Before long, he was slamming his hips against mine as he tweaked my nipples and growled near my ear.

“Is this good… for you, beautiful?” He panted.

I choked out, trying to answer, but soon gave up as I reached behind me, clutching onto his thigh and he drove himself inside me, holding him tight as he ground his cock against my prostate.The head of my cock burbled out a thick spurt of precome and I held on tighter, needing him to ground me as I lost myself to the sensations.

“I don’t remember… sex being this…” I stumbled over my words before trailing off.

It was then Ollie tilted my head back and kissed me breathless. I loved the way his body moved in a natural rhythm with mine and the safe way he embraced as he fucked me, so I let go and just allowed myself to give into the sensations.

So lost in his passion, I gasped when he pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back. Before I could figure out why he wasn’t inside me any longer, his mouth wrapped around my cock and he took me deep, swallowing me down as the tip neared the back of his throat. I cursed aloud when my hips shot up, but instead of choking him, the man moaned around me as though he liked my rough treatment. He almost pushed me past the point of no return as he fondled my balls, adding to the insane level of pleasure I experienced.

“Holy shit?—”

My brain leaked out through my ears as he took me all the way down, rubbing his tongue clinging against the underside of my cock as he hummed his excitement. Knowing I was seconds from losing the little control I had and coming down Ollie’s throat, I squeezed his shoulder and whimpered.

With a slurp, he pulled off my cock. His eyes roamed over my wrecked form; my chest heaving as I tried to get as much oxygen as I could into my lungs, chest and face were hot from all his ministrations, and I throbbed all over, wanting to come but needing to hold off for as long as possible.

“Please,” I begged.

I about choked on my tongue as Ollie knee-walked over to me, his hard dick slapping against his stomach with each swaying movement. It was the softness of the smile on his facethat made me sigh as his hand rubbed up and down my leg, comforting me. It was not an area I would consider erogenous at all, but still pulsed through me and caused me to arch my back in anticipation.

Ollie placed his hands on the back of my thighs and without rushing me, exposed me to his view.