Page 21 of Beyond the Stix

Fuck it.

Since Connor is nestled against my chest, I drape my arm over his middle and close my eyes, hoping sleep hits me as fast as it did for him.

A moment later, Connor moves, and his luscious butt is plastered against me once more. But he doesn’t settle. He wiggles until I have a full-fledged erection. Willing my cock to go down isn’t easy. I shift slightly away, and my ass is now totally hanging off the bed.

“What are you doing?” he asks in a drowsy whisper that is all too alluring.

“Giving you room,” I reply while trying to scoot back an inch more.

Connor reaches back and plants a hand on my hip and squeezes. “John,” he counters gruffly like he’s irritated. Hell, I should be the one who’s annoyed.

I sit up, reach over Connor, and turn on the light before looking down at him. “What do?—”

My words are cut off when Connor sits up and kisses me. “Make me forget.”

I’m taken aback by his plea. What does he want to forget? That his father just died? There’s nothing I can do to stop the hurt and loss he’s feeling.

This close, I see his eyes are puffy and red. I reach up and wipe the wetness away with the pad of my thumb. “What do you want to forget?”

“Just do this for me,” he demands before kissing me again—a little more aggressively this time.

There’s raw desperation as he drives his tongue into my mouth, claiming every bit of it. I know where Connor wants this to lead, and I can’t allow it.

I run my fingers through his sweat-slicked hair, tug at it until he meets my eyes. “It’s not a good idea, Connor.”

He doesn’t look away. “It’s a great idea.”

There’s no denying the fact that Connor brought me in here for only one reason—I know it now. No matter how much I want to tell him,just this once, and take full advantage of his body, I won’t relent.

Yet, the more I stare at his full lips and remember what he tastes like, my resistance becomes futile, and I capture his mouth with a scorching kiss—anything to get him out of his own head.

Kissing is harmless, and there are other ways to distract him from his idea of me fucking him. Connor doesn’t need me insidehis body. What he needs is comfort and reassurance that he isn’t alone in this. But the more time I spend around this man, it’s getting harder to remain distant and professional.

Connor molds his body against mine as though he’s trying to deepen the kiss until his stiff prick grinds against my thigh. “I need more,” he complains against my lips.

Even though my cock wants equal friction, I deny myself that pleasure and focus on his. “Just relax.” My lips skim his jawline before trailing kisses along his neck, and I pull the covers down so I can reach his muscled abs. I lick and nip, until the tip of my tongue meets the thin trail of hair near his lower abdomen.

“John,” he groans, gripping my hair tight. I love the bite of pain along my scalp.

“Shhh.” With a nudge, I pat at his upper thigh. He lifts his hips off the mattress so I can remove his underwear and expose his beautiful, veiny cock.

Without hesitation, I fist his dick, and dip my face into the trimmed fuzzy hairs on his ball sack. “Hmm. You smell so damn good.” I lick up the shaft, then cover his leaking tip with my mouth. I suck the slightly bitter fluid with appreciation, before partially swallowing him down.

“John.” My name tumbles out of his mouth like a prayer.

I grunt in reply, before sucking his meat to the back of my throat. I don’t stop either, until his balls touch my bottom lip, then I pull back and lick the tip of his dick.

Connor’s balls are drawn up tight and he’s quietly moaning. He’s about to come—I know it. But he rakes his fingers in my hair and tugs hard until I give him my eyes. “I want you to fuck me. I need you inside.”

“Connor,” is all I say before he props himself up on his elbows and stares at me strangely. Even in the shadows of the single bulb lamp, the firm set of his jaw conveys that he won’t takenofor an answer. But he has to.

“Let me—” I begin to say, but he scrambles off the bed.

“Don’t you want me, John?” He’s glaring at me with frustration, like I’m doing him a grave injustice for not fucking him into the mattress. But he has to know that I’m not like that. I won’t use him… like he wants to use my dick as a release. Not like he used me seven months ago.

“Yes, but not…” I admit, but should have kept my mouth shut.

Connor narrows his eyes at my dick that’s bulging out like a stiff pole, loud and proud despite the tightness of my jeans. “Your cock says otherwise.”